[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Rosie

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] December 9

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Half Blood

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Straight

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Female

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Salem

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] House: Aylward [break] Year: Sixth [break] Wand: Nine inch Ash, rigid. Phoenix feather [break][break] PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes: Rosemary likes almost nothing that her sister does, other than her love of coffee. She LOVES coffee. She also loves loud music, boys, getting in trouble, quiddich, flying, soccer, and dressing like a tom boy. She also likes her friends of which she has many. [break] Dislikes: Girly things above all like makeup, dresses and things of that nature. Rose hates falling off her broom, breaking bones, and losing. She shares a mutual hate of potions with her sister. [break] Strengths: Rosie is fantastic at quiddich. She is the keeper for her team and hopes to play through university and even professionally, aspiring to play for Puddlemere. She is very good at unusual things such as muggle math, changing flat tires on her father’s car, reading VERY quickly, and being able to cook fantastically well and bake, too. [break] Weaknesses: Her size is a big deal. Her and her sister are only five feet tall! She has a rotten temper sometimes which is probably why she’s a lion… Also she is rather bad at herbology, ending up killing most if not all of her plants every time. [break] Overall Personality: Rosie is the more in your face and outgoing of the two twins. She does have a major temper and is very rash when making decisions. She is impulsive but normally either is correct in her judgement or apologizes for it afterwards. She is very competitive and loud. Her sense of humor is not all that… appropriate. [break][break] HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Wilson Bax, 44, pureblood, Father [break] • Justina Bax, 43, muggle , Mother [break] • Sage Bax, 20, Halfblood, Brother [break] • Lavender Bax, 16, Half blood, Twin sister [break] • Tarragon Bax, 15, half blood, sister [break] Birth Place: Hollywood, CA [break] Overall History: Growing up in California with a wizard for a father and a muggle for a mother was a rather strange way of life… more so when all four of the Bax children ended up having magic. Sage decided to go all the way to Durmstrang just like their father had while Lavender and Rosemary opted for Salem and were later joined by their sister Tarra who joined Lavender in Hawthorne house. Being a family divided really took a toll on their parents but they managed, and even had huge family gatherings for the holidays.

Rosemary could only ever remember wanting to do two things with her life. Play quiddich, and move as far away from Hollywood as she possibly could. She was so out of her element there and never really felt comfortable. Sorted to the Lion house it only made sense that she was rash and brazen on and off the quiddich pitch… but this year she has her eyes set on something even better than a quiddich cup. A triwizard trophy. [break][break] THE PLAYER[break][break] Age:25[break] Time Zone: California [break] Anything Else? ADMIN EDIT [break][break] Roleplay Sample: Bright red hair that was pulled up and back tight into a ponytail swished behind the young woman as she ran her fingers over her head. It had grown rather long in the last bit of time and her choppy bangs were gone, pinned back and away out of her beaming face. She had managed to get out onto the training grounds and her fingers were just itching with anticipation at the work she would be doing today. It would be fantastic. Training up her magic, her combat, her mind... which was the most fuzzy of all of them at the moment, mostly because she hadn't heard from her friend in months.



Art was such a stubborn man. She had asked him countless times to stay. She had said she needed him, wanted him here where he could be safe but no. No, he went right back off into the battles and tore out what was left of her heart. Did he even care that he was taking with him what was left of her heart? What was left of her soul? Watching him leave into what was almost sure death was like watching Gaill die all over again... but she pushed it to the back of her mind, not wanting to squander her time.



"You're not even trying!"



The long ponytail reached nearly her shoulder blades even though it was high on top of her head. Her white tank top was tight and somewhat revealing but only to the point so it wasn't constricting to her movements, black leather pants the same. Tight like a second skin and clinging to every solitary inch from her hipbones down, stomach from there to just under her breasts bare to the air whipping around from her own spells.



She had managed to push the two men high into the air, bursts of lavender from her fingertips as she rolled her eyes while they crashed down. "You have got to be faster than that, what do you think I am a private? A lackey? Give me a challenge will you?"



Bright green sparks shot at her from both men and she smirked, deflecting them with a dark purple blast and a heavy breeze. "Better at least." They lunged at her and a swift knee to the stomach one was down, an elbow to the sternum another, and then she sent the three men flying in a smoldering shower of white sparks and they fell with a thud. "You would think it was me trying to train you... Does father really not trust me to break his GOOD men?"



The figure in the not too far distance broke her concentration and she was about to run for him when he bashed his hand into the ground and it crackled and popped with ice and she did her best to avoid it, but the swirl of wind was too slow for the spell and she was captured unceremoniously in the icy prison.



"The one spell you could best me with you sly..." He spoke to her informally and while any other person would feel the wrath of a glare and possibly worse for such a thing the sound of her name on his lips caused her to smirk. The men were running off and the ice melting and before she could react his arms were around her, pulling her in tight and she smiled against his chest, arms wrapping around him as well.



Pulling back she delivered a smack to his chest with the back of her hand and an ALMOST irritated look. "How DARE you leave me for that long with politicians and dukes and men trying to court me and my FATHER!" Smirking she hit him again but lighter and she gave him another warm hug. "And I missed you, too." He mentioned having something to say to her and her father and to her alone and... Well that didn't sound too good. "Do I get to know ANYTHING or do I have to be surprised. You know I HATE surprises." [break]