rosaline may capulet

[ROSALINE MAY CAPULET]

rosaline may capulet!

romeo and juliet

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AGE:

BIRTHDAY:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:

GROUP:

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OCCUPATION:

LOVES:

• God
  
• Being respected
  
• Romeo Montague- though she denies it.
  
• Her cousin Juliet
  
• Rain
  
• Herself
  
• Parties
  
• Wearing her purity ring
  
• Music
  
• Playing drums
  
• The beach
  
• Cooking
  
• Romcoms
  
• Horror movies
  
• Reading

HATES:

• Liars
  
• Sluts
  
• When people criticise or don't understand her faith.
  
• The Montagues
  
• Romeo Montague specifically
  
• People who insult her cooking
  
• Predictable endings to movies and books
  
• Paris
  
• Saying goodbye
  
• Her job
  
• Her uncle
  
• Sports

STRENGTHS:

• Isn't afraid to be different
  
• Strong-willed
  
• Loyal
  
• Excellent cook

WEAKNESSES:

• Too scared to let herself fall for someone
  
• Easily distracted
  
• Quick-tempered
  
• Trusting

GOALS:

• Work up the courage to admit how she feels about Romeo
  
• Help Juliet to get out of marrying Paris
  
• Find a new job

FEARS:

• Falling in love
  
• Being hated by everyone
  
• Clowns

SECRETS:

QUIRKS:

• Drumming her pen or pencil on the desk when she's not really paying attention in class
  
• Twisting her purity ring on her finger if she's nervous or upset

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

• Cheerful
  
• Impatient
  
• Affectionate
  
• Flirty
  
• Sweet
  
• Religious
  
• Stubborn
  
• Proud
  
• Giggly
  
• Surprisingly intelligent

HOMETOWN:

FAMILY:

[/b] father
Andrea Capulet- mother
Capulet- uncle
Lady Capulet- aunt
Juliet- Cousin
Tybalt - brother[/ul]

hey howdy hey! this is laurie and i'm sixteen years old. i've been roleplaying for like, four years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play just rosaline and i love all of them her. if i'm not around, catch me on msn (ask for it) and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

[/size]The rain hammered against the windows of the restaurant as Rosaline weaved her way through the tables collecting empty cups and plates after the lunchtime rush. By the time she'd reached the kitchen, the stack of plates in her arms was so large that she struggled to see over the array of mugs sitting at the top of it. Sighing heavily, she set the tower of cheap china down on the counter beside the dishwasher, slowly loading it as she listened to the loud pattering on the roof. Roz loved rain. She didn't really know why, and people often looked at her strangely when she mentioned it, but for some reason it just made her happy. She'd have given almost anything to go walking in it right now; to feel the cool droplets of water on her bare arms and shoulders, tip her head back and let it wash over her face. But today was saturday, which meant one thing and one thing only. Work.

Stuffing the last of the cutlery into it's proper compartment, Rosaline groaned softly to herself and slammed the dishwasher closed. She hated this job. She was in every evening after school, with the late night shift on Friday nights, and back in all day Saturday. Only Sundays Rosaline had off, and even then she was up early for church. Admittedly, that part was her own choice. A year ago, Roz had found God and ever since she'd made sure to attend the loal Church for morning services, even despite the fact that more than a third of Friar Lawrence's congregation were either Montagues or Montague sympathisers. That was when Romeo had first started chasing her. To begin with, Rosaline had found him irritating and childish- she'd even opted to wear a purity ring in an attempt at warning him off, but nothing seemed to work and recently... well, he'd begun to wear her down. Not that she was planning to admit to it any time soon.

Sighing, Rosaline made her way back out into the dining area, twisting her purity ring as she did so, and came to a halt in front of a table where a new customer had just been seated. "Welcome to Milano's, are you ready to order?" she asked, flashing a polite smile as she delved a slender hand into the back pocket of black skinny jeans to retrieve her notepad, the other hand moving to her ear to pluck the pencil from behind it. No matter how much Rosaline hated her job, she always tried to be cheerful. After all, it was hardly the customers' fault that her boss was a dragon, was it?[/blockquote]

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