Rosaline Winters

[Rosaline Winters]

"You know there’s got to be a faster way to do this. How about we just change the first question to ‘have you recently dated a homicidal pyromaniac?’"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"

Your Name: Rose
How many years roleplaying?: 6

French poet Jacques Rigaut said, "Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror."

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Character Name: Rosaline Jane Winters
Age: 24
Date of Birth: October 31st.
Residence: Used to live in Boston, MA, now moving to Virginia.
Profession: Forensics Specialist, Profiler

Appearance:
One would take her younger than she actually is, with her teenage figure. She has shoulder-length brown hair, still retains that innocent, niave look most teenagers have. A nosering is in her nose, a small diamond stud, and she looks as though she's not supposed to be working in such a prestigious field. Her eyes are a light silver with gold tinge in the middle, and she stands at around 5'2, small, weighing in at only 134 lbs. She's petite in that way, usually wearing a regular sweater or t-shirt and jeans, unless forced to dress up to make a good impression.

However, she's always in a wheelchair. Her left leg is badly scarred from an event she doesn't talk about, and her lower left back is scarred as well. She has a tattoo on her shoulder, but otherwise she looks somewhat normal, despite the fact she's in a wheelchair. She's quite pretty, or at least most people say. The most distinguishing feature besides the wheelchair has to be her eyes, as they're not just any silver, but a metallic silver.

Personality:


She's a very sure young lady. Having a very deep love of criminal analysis, she's exceptionally good at tracing things over two or three connected killings. She doesn't let her leg hinder her, but she doesn't tell anyone about it. When asked, she only says it's the reason she's in the BAU. She loves making jokes, and is usually the silver lining to a dark conversation. However, she has her moments, and now and again she just can't handle a case, mostly because of her psychological problems. It will show through stress and her increased silence, but she never refuses to help on a case. It's really one of the only things she has left.

Her social life is pretty much non-existant, mostly because of her leg. She used to be a bit of a party animal, but it brought her own to reality. The doctors say (not that she tells anyone) that mostly the reason she can't walk is because of grief. It's all in her head, but onlookers just can't believe it. She always tries to say something witty, and loves seeing people smile and laugh with her. She can be insecure though, never really sure in her own opinion, so she usually puts things up for grabs and lets other people tear apart her theories, which are sometimes right in the beginning without all the hard work that has to go through to thoroughly test it and several others. However, she's just got too bad a self-esteem to really speak up...

History:

Rosa grew up in the town of Boston, MA. Her mother was single, hard-working, a judge, educated unlike most mothers. She made enough to aptly support Rosa, but things weren't all sunshine and daisies. A few of her mother's boyfriends weren't nice guys, and Rose had to put up with them, but it never really amounted to anything more than being insecure about her body at a young age. She was a bright student, although she didn't do sports, and she hadn't quite become 'pretty' yet, so she wasn't in the in-crowd at school, but that was just fine with her.

The incident happened when she hit eighteen. She'd been going to study law like her mother when one night she came home to find her mother laying, drugged on the floor. She doesn't talk about what happened afterward, but the police statements say that one of the ex-boyfriends broke in, tied her to a chair, and thoroughly burnt the skin off her leg and then set fire to the chair. Luckily, one of the neighbors had called the police. It was that recovering fall that she went to study criminal justice at MIT.

She was depressed for awhile. Her mother was never quite the same, but soon she had an ambition. It was her first case that pulled her out of her depression. She had been an intern in the BAU Boston Team. This, helping other people, catching the bad guys.. It gave her the strength to push through. It was a few years later that she had to move though, and she put in a resume to go onto the Virginia BAU team. She's still moving in, and has yet to recieve a reply, but she's simply waiting.

Likes:
-Life!
-Catching the bad guy
-Being healthy
-Laughing

Dislikes:
-Death
-Annoying people
-Physical contact
-Her low self-esteem

Strengths:
-A very smart girl
-Bright personality
-Sometimes notices things others look over or miss
-Great at her job

Weaknesses:
-Low self-esteem
-Sometimes gets depressed
-Wants to find her tormentor
-Breaks down after losing a case, but while alone

Parents:
Mother: Jane Winters (In a permanent hospital)
Siblings: None
Spouse: None
Children: None

Anything Else?

Note: I put that there. It's up to then admins if they want to accept an original character on the Virginia team.

Roleplay Sample:

She had expected to be left alone. Strangers nowadays minded their own business, seeing as it was safer that way. She had been ready to drift off in her thoughts again, one chin resting on her knee as she bit her lip to contain the tears. Yes, that was exactly what anyone needed, for her to break down right there in the middle of nowhere, crying. She'd be fine if it was in an enclosed place, but this was public! She then heard the crunch, and the Hey. She turned to looked at him very slightly, giving an unsure, sideways look. She was visibly shocked when he asked what was wrong, barely keeping her mouth from falling open.

One can imagine how odd it was, as she was sitting here next to a complete stranger, about ready to cry, and he was asking her what was wrong. Why she had tears in her silver eyes. This was a new development for her. Usually she told no one about her problems, but the answer left her lips before she was even aware she'd said it. "I can't escape from my nightmares." The raw truth of the sentence made her feel like she'd just stripped down and started doing the macarena on the sand. That was how raw the emotion was, and it made her heart leap that she'd let it slip, giving a few stuttering beats before finally coming to a slow, gentle halt. She put a hand over her heart once more, as though to calm it, and swallowed her tears slightly with a gulp. She then turned her head to him fully. One hand softly rubbed her eyes, and she looked a bit lost, as reality had finally smacked her in the face, hours after the nightmare, like it usually did. She had just broadcasted one of her most well-kept secrets to a total stranger. She was really losing her touch of secrecy, wasn't she?

She was caught up in her thoughts after she'd said it, wondering if this man was going to look at her funny and look off, or (admittedly worse) call up the funny farm guys for her. She knew she did sound rather crazy. I mean, who ran from their nightmares? Well, so she thought. She then had the craziest thought. He didn't know her name, yet he knew her biggest problem. She decided to tell him them. "I.. I'm..uh.. SJ, by the way." She said quietly, dropping her cheek to her knees again, watching him. It looked like she was holding herself together, her arms wrapped softly around her knees. She forgot about her cellphone, (it was likely to get wet), the skittles (they already were), and her jacket (only getting sandy now), and focused her eyes on the guy. She was waiting for a reaction now, wondering how he'd soak in the information she had so carelessly thrown at him.

However, wasn't that odd? It was easier to talk to a complete stranger about your problems than someone close to you? Not that SJ had many people close to her. In fact, that number had finally become zero. No friends, no family. She was really and truely an orphan, moreso than she had ever been at the orphanage or at school. At least then, people paid attention to her, even if it was in the wrong way. She shook her head slightly, dispelling her thoughts, before focusing once more. It was hard to stay on one track in this condition.

[Penelope Garcia]

Accepted!

Happy roleplaying!