Post by Rosevenir Ambrai on Dec 1, 2010 14:00:17 GMT -5
Rosevenir Ambrai
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Characters Personal Information
Name: Rosevenir Ambrai
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Left: Yellow Right: Purple
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
How Did They arrive here: Was taken by a large shadow as he was praying one night.
Years In Wonderland: 5
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What Are They Like?
Likes:
Calm
Quiet
Faith
Hope
Kindness
Compassion
Dislikes:
Boogies
Human traitors
Sins
Blasphemy
Boogie culture
Demons
Wonderland/Hell
Turn Ons:
Temptation, confidence, intelligence, kindness
Turn Offs:
Boogies
Lack of Confidence
No faith (Any)
Loud
Obnoxious
Nervous Habits:
Fiddling with rosary
Muttering scripture under his breath
Leaving whatever makes him nervous
Fears:
Never leaving 'Hell'
Fail trials given by God
Being captured by 'demons'
Rebels failing
Appearance:
The outfit Rosevenir wears is of his own creation. He gathered materials from all over the palace to create his priest look-a-like robe. The golden pattern embroided around his chest and collar have no true meaning, only what he deemed appropriate to represent a saved soul in the accursed realm. The black robe reveals his well-toned chest down to the top of his abdomen. Two golden earrings hang off his ear, a trophy for slaying a demon when he was only but a child and first in this hell. A silver rosary hangs from his neck adorned with red gems.
Rosevenir has a condition called heterochromia, which gives each eye a distinct color. Some see it as a deformity, but he proudly shows off his eyes, a gift from his Lord. His short brown hair usually hangs out of his face but has been known to fall to cover up an eye from time to time. A small bible from Earth is usually in one of the robes deep pockets or in his hand.
Personality:
Rosevenir Ambrai is... a nice guy. Having been raised by a church he grew up with reverence and kindness surrounding him. His words are usual soft, yet powerful. This young man goes out of his way to ensure the happiness of humans around him, even if they are already in Hell. He permeates a calm, collected atmosphere that is hardly broken. Others may use the phrase 'happy-go-lucky- to describe him, though the term is a little much even for him. Even those this man was training to be a saint, he did not get enough years for the discipline to follow it, making women a temptation he both loves and hates.
Around boogies the man changes entirely. His words drip with venom and his body tightens up in preparation for conflict. A rage fueled by his zealotry that could catch an unwary 'demon' off guard. Thinking that he is in Hell also limits his speaking of his religion to those already living in Wonderland, thinking they are deserving to be there, for whatever reason. That does not halt his drive to ease their suffering any.
And when he is alone, or thinks he is, his mood changes entirely once again. He becomes still and solemn. His mind wanders and he retreats to his prayers for comfort no one in this wretched land can seem to give him. There are never any tears, but there are many fears and verbal prayers to keep him strong until he can escape Hell.
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How Their Life Is / Was
[/color]Father: Unknown (Deceased)
Mother: Unknown (Deceased)
Sibling/s: Unknown (None in Wonderland)
History:
At a young age, little Rosevenir and his family went on an afternoon drive. The sun was gorgeous that day. Cries rang out in the streets of Venice and songs from the canals. He was so young back then and full of wonder. His parent's faces were blurry as his memory from that long ago was fuzzy. Oh, how he loved their incomplete faces... His mother turn toward him, asking him something... what was it? Ice cream? Yes! He had given a joyous cry and she laughed, turning back to face front.
Then the truck collided with the Ambrai car.
In a daze, he awoke with sirens and lights and people all around. His head hurt like crazy! Holding the gash on his forehead, he wailed, attracting the attention of the men relieving the bodies from both vehicles. "Dio salvato questo..." One said, picking up the sobbing boy and carrying him to the ambulance. The other driver had already been taken to the hospital, Rosevenir following shortly after. The boy would not speak to anyone for two full days.
After the second day the boy asked a nurse where his parents were and when he was going home. The nurse stumbled for words, only saying that he needed to wait a little longer. The poor boy was sent to an orphanage the very next day. The boy still had no idea where his Mamma or Papà went. The day after he was in the orphanage a man in a black suit came to talk to the boy. Rosevenir cried from morning to night, no amount of comfort, treats, or shouting could stop him.
At the funeral the boy was heartbroken and lost, his own thoughts preventing him from participating in the service. After his parents were lain to their final rest, a man in a different sort of dark attire approached him. They spoke briefly, the man, Father Bartalotti, offering his counsel whenever the boy so chose. He visited the orphanage weekly to see young Rosevenir, answering any question he may have had of life, death, and why things happened. Baralotti was heartbroken a child no older than six was asking such hardball questions.
The weeks of speaking bonded the two, to the point where he offered to take the boy into the church and become a priest himself. The boy was elated, knowing he could get a chance to stay near this new father figure and to learn some of the secrets of this 'God' he spoke of. Never religious before, he took to this new belief with more passion than some of the patrons already in the church.
The years passed and Rosevenir was taught the Bible, warned of sin, and how to listen for his answers. The boy was twelve and sitting before the alter, hands clasped together on a rosary, praying, as he usually did. The last thing he heard on earth was a low laugh followed by a "Come, Child of God! Meet the demons you've read about!" In a flash he was in a strange world, being held by a humanoid with claws. Out of instinct, he stabbed the rosary down, lodging itself in the boogie's eye. He left the screaming beast, tears and fear rising in his small chest.
Luckily he was found by a wandering group of slaves before any other boogie. He was taken down a hidden tunnel, twisting left and right. His mind was else where, putting what he knew in his small life together: Demons were from Hell. This demon took him to meet more of his kind... He was in Hell. One slave remained with the boy, making sure he would be alright. A small alcove in the tunnels became his home, as these 'boogies', as the other humans called them, never used the servants tunnels.
Over the past five years he has regained his confidence in his faith, his mind, and his body. Still not fit to fight a powerful demon, he takes to the shadows with the Rebels. After all, as far as he's concerned he believes that no boogie knows he exists. Yet.
Roleplaying Sample: Iugo, Garland, Rosaline
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