Post by Rowan Willow on Dec 21, 2010 19:42:26 GMT 2
Rowan Willow
Full name: Rowan Elizabeth Willow
Nicknames: Row, Rue, Willow, Frenchie
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Nationality: English. (Born in London, England.)
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 124
Build: Slender
General likes:Singing, Art, fashion, literature, music, photos, horses, the cold, lucid dreaming, makeup, old farms, vintage anything, kittens, dogs, candles, originality, and intelligence.
General dislikes: Airplanes, death, idiotic people, extremely hot weather, and New York.
Personality: Rowan’s personality is just about as scattered as a 3,500 piece puzzle just thrown awry. Depending on who you are is how she decides on what side she shows you. It’s not that she’s fake, which is what she is most commonly mistaken for, she just is so lost in her own mind she can’t figure out who she is or who she wants to be. Nobody should blame her for the simple fact of it though; she’s been through quite a lot in order to mold her this way. She’s been through a lot of ‘phases’, as most would put it. She can be a total and utter bitch, to put it quite bluntly, or turn around completely and be the sweetest person you have ever met. Then there are the moments she is shy, quiet and closed off or so very annoying and obnoxious nobody wants to be around her. Again, it all depends on who you are and which side she chooses to show. Of course, she hates this about herself. The fact that she can’t make up her mind on whom she really is or who she wants to be. It drives her up the wall. But for some reason she just can’t seem to figure out why she does it. Rowan’s identity is completely unpredictable. One thing is for sure though, she loves being the center of attention when it comes to performing. She loves to get up in front of crowds at the bars around town or any events she can book and sing her heart out. It’s one thing she’s been passionate about her whole life. And boy, is she talented.
History: Rowan’s early life was somewhat normal. She grew up in what most people would identify as a castle. The large family estate that her father had come to inherit. Her father was known as Lord Willow around town, so growing up Rowan was sort of a small town celebrity. Rowan was homeschooled alongside her brother and sister. Rowan’s parents married young at sixteen shortly after they found out that Elizabeth was pregnant with their first child. Then five years later out popped the twins. The kids stayed with their uncle and aunt a lot, due to the fact that Elizabeth and William went out of town to art shows trying to get William’s name around the world as a talented artist. Which, he was in fact very talented. The family manor was filled with his gorgeous paintings.
Around the age of 16, tragedy struck the Willow’s and Elizabeth became ill and suddenly her health fell landing her to die unexpectedly. The whole family was in shock and decided to make a change, to move forward in their lives because that’s exactly what Elizabeth would have wanted them to do. They packed up their stuff, gave the palace off the next in their kin, sold their prize winning champion horses, moved from Europe and to the States. New York to be exact. Rowan fell into a deep depression, her mother was her best friend and to lose her so suddenly and without warning was the most heart breaking thing she had ever imagined. She started hanging out with the wrong crowd, and picking up horrible bad habits that soon led to addiction. Rowan’s life turned scary and at one point her father didn’t know what to do. She never came home and was always out getting into trouble. Rowan started getting into harder drugs landing her in the hands of the monster. Meth. Finally her father got her into rehab. The sweet, innocent, smart, and bubbly daughter he once had was now a nervous, addicted, train wreck. William decided to move the family once again, and they finally found where they were supposed to be. The Willow’s moved into a cute country house in Westin, Arizona. Rowan finally realized what she had been missing and she fell in love with her new life. Ever since then she vowed to never give up what made her happy, and that was horse riding. Her story has only just begun here.
Roleplay sample:
The orange and red flames crackled in the fireplace. Rowan's small house was warm and homey. An apple pie scented candle was lit on her kitchen counter. It was perfect. Her sitting there in her jammies, a cup of hot apple cider in one hand, a book in the other, and Charlie her Border Collie Aussie mix curled up below her feet. It was a typical Friday night of course, her alone in her sweet oasis. She didn't mind at all, it just got too normal after a while. Plus, within a month she had finished four books, that was more than she ever read in all of her high school years. She wanted to do something she didn't usually do.
Rowan wasn't much of a party animal, she drank every now and then of course. But back in the day she partied until she almost died, and that's no understatement. Her recent laid-back lifestyle was relaxing but every now and then she had the urge to go out and let loose, and tonight was one of those nights. So it was decided. The Basement was going to be her go to place tonight. Getting up she set down her book and mug and headed off into the bathroom. After showering she blow dryed her hair and let her natural hair take control, thick with slight waves. She put on a little bit of foundation, just to even out her skin tone. Rowan never really got blemishes, but her skin was blotchy without makeup making her always look flushed and fever-ish. Ebony eye-liner slid across her upper lash line and her lashes were coated with mascara. To finish off the look she applied a rosy cream blush and some pale pink lipstick to her natural pouty lips. Running her fingers through her hair, she roughed it up a bit, going for a wild look rather than a neat one.
Her bedroom was spacious a big compared to the rest of the rooms in her rented home. It was just lovely. Decorated with pale pinks and teals, it gave off a vintage look. Old antique pieces furnished the room, it looked like something out of a magazine. Rowan always had a talent for decorating and design, she loved to let her creative style let go, and she didn't stop short when it came to her house. Making her way over to the closet she threw on some clean clothes. Looking in the mirror she turned to the side and examined herself from all angles. Lifting up her foot and grabbing the upper corners of where the black jacket parted, she smiled in the full length reflection. “Here we go.” She said sighing. Charlie's ears perked up and he sat down next to her bed. It had been months since she had been out and actually done something. Tonight was going to feel weird, but deep inside her heart fluttered with excitment.
The keys to her 2010 Mustang were hidden in her purse that sat on her vanity. She made her way over to it, rummaging through the bag making sure she had everything she needed. Keys? Check. Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. She was good to go. Rowan left the fireplace to burn, it was almost low and here pretty soon it would only be lit coals. The pup curled up on his blanket in front of the fireplace and she let herself out into the garage. The Mustang was a graduation gift from her father. She had two vehicles, her truck happened to be over at the family's farm. Which was fine with her, if she was going to have a night on the town she was going to do it right. She started the beauty and let it warm up, flipped on the seat warmers, turned on the defroster and clicked the garage door opener. Shifting into reverse she backed out onto the gravel drive and shut the garage door once she was out. The car revved out of the driveway and onto Chester Avenue which was lit by the light poles that expanded down the length of the road.
As she accelerated faster the backlight behind the speedometer changed colors. She smiled. Her car was awesome, and she knew it. The Basement was a good ten minute drive. She lived in a small neighborhood outside of town. She had to stop by and feed her horses before she went anywhere so she pulled into Crossfire's parking, the gravel crunching under her tires. Quickly getting out of the car, she walked briskly down towards the stalls and filled Ego and Lady's hay nets. Careful not to get any on her outfit. She kissed Ego, smiled at the cfazy mare and walked back out to the car she left running.
Finally at around 11 o'clock she reached The Basement. “What an odd name for a club...” She thought to herself. She shrugged it off. Parking her car she sat there for a moment, really thinking if she should be doing this. Once she started drinking she really let loose. Embarrassingly, she was a light weight. A few martinis and she'll be the one dancing on the table. It was all about limits for her, but she was really craving a white russian. She sighed, turned off her car, grabbed her handbag and got out of the red sports car. Locking the door behind her she began walking towards the enterance. Not much has changed since she was here last, in fact she recognized a lot of faces. Deja Vu much? Heading towards the bar she sat on one of the stools and waited for the bartender. When he came around he recognized her, which was odd. She hadn't been there in around three months. “White Russian, am I right?” She smile and nodded. He winked and headed off. He was young and cute, but not her type. Rowan turned around and squinted through the flashing lights, trying to see if she knew anyone. Not one person caught her eye and she started thinking that this was a bad idea...
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