ROSENTHAL, Emmaline

[Emmaline Rosenthal]

[/b] Katherine
Player's Gender: I'm a gurrl.
Roleplay Experience: quite a bit

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Name: Emmaline Georgianna Juniper Rosenthal or... Emma for short.
Species: Alas, she is only human
Gender: Female
Age: sixteen

Appearance:

Emma is wild in appearance. She is a girl who thinks little of what she looks like, and even less of what people may think. She is not a gypsy.. no, she does not think of herself that way. But she is a free spirit, and a pretty one at that. Her mass of chestnut locks are often left down, cascading in a curly mess to just above her tiny waist, and generally braided with flowers and herbs. Her eyes, innocent and round, are a pure cornflower blue, rimmed with dark, sooty lashes. Her features are delicate, like her mother's, her face is warm and heart-shaped. She has skin free of blemishes, thank god, and of the milky tone that is so very sought after in this day and age. Her figure is petite and slight, one may even venture to call her waif-like.

Personality:

Emmaline Rosenthal was raised by two head-strong men. They taught her many things, and to be independent, confident, and clever are just three of the attributes that piece together the great puzzle that is her personality. These qualities are crucial to the success of her and her father's trade. Without independence, how would they travel from village to village with only each other for company. Without confidence, who in those villages would find them even remotely interesting. And without wit, how would they use trickery to sell their wares?

Beyond her confident exterior resides a dreamer. A girl with a dream that one day, she will fall in love in a grand way. That one day, she'll travel past just these villages on the road. She has had dreams about living in some far off kingdom and becoming a mistress of a prince. She's thought of loving a poor, starving artist or a famous stage actor. Perhaps even a boy her age, just in one of these villages, would be nice. Having been raised from an infant always moving from place to place, these dark wishes are only what one could expect.

A romantic such as herself could not possibly contain these stories just within her head, and so she writes them down. She writes wild tales about woe and disaster, horror and passion. She reads anything and everything she can get her hands on, and often illustrates what she is reading within the margins of the book. Her father and herself have even been known to sing a little when persuaded, and both have been said to have such enchanting voices, one could spend hours just laying and listening.

Emma does, however, have many faults. She is extremely blunt and cares little to nothing of people's feelings. She hardly ever sympathizes with anyone's horrid situations, and instead performs as she is used to, leaving them when it is time again to wallow in their own tragic lives. She is also very judgmental. She believes she can peg a person's whole being on first glance, when of course she cannot. Nobody can.

Biography:

Emma was born on the road, in her grandfather's covered cart full of all the magical nonsense and mysterious do-dads she and her father sell today. Her mother was the daughter of this traveling salesman, keeper of the mystic and otherworldly. She was sixteen at the time she became pregnant by a farm boy three years her senior, whom she had bewitched with her beauty and passion. The pair felt great love, however, and when both found out the news, neither wanted to leave the other. And so, William Baker took his maiden, Isabella Rosenthal, on the road with her father and learned the trade. Isabella never made it to see her little daughter, as sad as it is. She died from the stress of childbirth on her body and left her precious little Emma to her father and grandfather, both of whom had no idea what to do with a baby.

And so Emmaline grew into a girl who had her wits about her, and who did things other girls didn't do. She spit, she burped, she learned to fight fist to fist. Most of all, she learned of her grandfather's cart. Such beautiful trinkets and such stories to be told. The three of them traveled together, intriguing all their customers, though all had kept their suspicions.

And so the trio come a-traveling again, to their next village to sell their goods and entertain the people. They do not think of themselves as gypsies. Oh no, gypsies they understand, but gypsies they are not. They are keepers of the mysterious and otherworldly, and that is what they shall remain. [/sub][/ul]

ADMIN NOTE:
Cute! I can't wait to roleplay with her! You can post 'wanted' ads for her father and grandfather, if you wish, on the 'adoptable' board. Welcome to Benevolence! Very happy to have you!