Name:Rosalie, though she tends to go by Rose or Lie.[Lee]
Age: 14, going on 15 though she'll never age.
Race: Vampire.
Biography [prepare for a small novel sweatdrop ] : Rosalie was born in a small town in Nebraska, a sickly young thing. Her large brown eyes never seemed to open, until she was 2 years old, she slept so much. Once she got to be around 2 though, she became a very active child, always up and hopping around. She had beautiful, long, silky black hair, and her mother usually kept it tied up in a bun, though it came out quite often, with all her running around and everything. Once she was old enough to go to preschool, she did. And she became quite popular, ending the day being friends with all the kids in her class. Her life went on that way for a while, her being popular and pretty. Then came her eighth grade year. She cut her hair real short, about to her shoulders, and then dyed streaks of it a bright purple. She began to wear her eyeliner dark, and black clothing was the main component of her wardrobe. Her 'popular' friends stopped talking to her, and she began roaming the halls, her eyes mystic and far away. She never left her journal/sketch book alone, and always seemed to be doing something new in it. Her artwork amazed many, and her writing could have won awards, had she ever entered it. And then one day, after she turned 14, she met a new boy. He was her age, and tall, and lanky. He was very strong, despite his thinness. He had the most beautiful ocher eyes, and wild haselnut brown hair. He was rather pale, and had a slight purple tint under his eyes. He wore mainly black, and he soon became Rose's friend. Then, months later, as they were talking, he told her his secret. A secret that he, Cashton Renshk, had been trying to tell her for so long. He was a vampire. Rose wasn't frightened however, merely intrigued. Then, when Rose's birthday was approaching, she asked the biggest favor of Cashton, to make her a vampire too. He refused, infuriated. In fact, he got so mad, he bit her, and then ran, ashamed of himself. Rose lay writhing in pain, crying and screaming, but she was alone, in an abandoned garage where noone would find her. And then, a few days later, she awoke to relief, she was no longer in pain. But she was paler, and seemingly taller, and she had an odd need for blood. She had been transformed. [[told you it'd be a small novel. whee ]]
Eye color:
Angry: red
Sad: blue
Upset:Dark Red
Melancholy: black.
Distressed: Indigo.
Hyper: Pink!
Anxious: Orange.
Surprised: cyan.
loved: purple
Hair Color: Basic color is Blackish Grey, and her streaks are currently Purplish red.
