SIRUS, rose michelle

[rose michelle sirus]

rose michelle sirus!
because maybe its not my weekend, but its gonna be my year.

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

name: rose michelle sirus
nickname(s): rosie.
age: twenty.
birthday: august thirteenth.
sexuality: straight.
grade: sophomore.
job: waitress.

THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

height:5'6''
weight: 124
body type: skinny and fit.
hair and eyes: bright red hair, smooth creamy blue eyes.
distinguishing features: she has two lobe piercings, and a cartilage piercing. it looks like this.
clothing style: Rose's style is very original. She will not touch anything preppy, and will burn her closet if even a Hollister bag made it's way in there. She is very punk rock. She wears skinny jeans and tight shirts, but in the darker colors. She's almost always wearing black. She does love her accessories though, hats and belts are some of her favorites. She is always wearing bangles and rings, one or the other, or both.
overall appearance: Rose's appearance is not at all ordinary. She has bright red hair, thats a bit orange, and really light blue eyes. She wears lipgloss and eyeliner all the time. Hell, she won't leave the house without makeup. She always looks presentable, for her atleast. She's very pretty, even if she isn't normal looking. You can always spot her in a crowd.

I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

likes:

• Rock music.
  
• Flirting.
  
• Alchohal.
  
• Wine.
  
• Animals.
  
• Babies.
  
• Music.
  
• Guitar.
  
• Singing.
  
• Boys.
  
• Partying.
  
• Dancing.
  
• Warm weather.
  
• Taxis.
  
• Circuses.
  
• Water.
  
• Beaches.
  

dislikes:

• Quiet.
  
• Hangovers.
  
• Nights alone.
  
• Winter.
  
• Walking places.
  
• Small crowds.
  
• Preppy people.
  
• Waitressing.
  
• Beer.
  
• Sports.
  

strengths:

• Very outgoing.
  
• Plans for future.
  
• Focuses on college, sometimes.
  
• Giving.
  

weaknesses:

• Not the best morals.
  
• Trusts to easily.
  
• Too much of a partier.
  
• Cares to much about people.
  

habits:

• Always steals some of the peoples food she is delivering.
  
• Paints nails with white-out. Or sharpie.
  
• Bites her nails.
  

fears:

• She will never find the right guy.
  
• Being left in a relationship.
  

secrets:

• Never been in a long term relationship.
  
• Almost always hooks up with guys.
  

personality:
Rose is your practical musician who is begging to get discovered. She is really unique, and never really follows the crowd. She doesn't have many girl friends, because she can never relate to them. She is the really loud obnoxious girl, that all the teachers hate because she can never pay attention in class. She likes making people laugh and smile, whether its with her jokes or with her singing. She loves being up on stage, and catches the attention of everyone when she's up there. But, she's afraid of auditioning anywhere, so she stays undiscovered. She could care less what people think of her, which may be why she doesn't get along with girls. She will stay true to herself, no matter what.

She is afraid that she will never find the right guy. And every night, she has a hook up. She's never really been in a long term relationship, and that scares her. She thinks there is something wrong with her personality, so she sticks to sex. She wants to be in a real relationship though, just hasn't been successful. She doesn't like just sleeping with guys, and every day she promises to stop. But at night, when the alchohal is flowing, she foregets her promise and does it anyway. It's kind of like her addiction.

YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

hometown: New York City, New York.
mother: jessica rose sirus//fifty three//interior designer.
father: michael andrew sirus//fifty eight//lawyer.
siblings: noneee.
pets: a giant fat goldfish named tiny.
other family: nyx labelle //childhood friend//lived next door.
history: Rose was born to a normal family. Sickingly normal actually. Her mom was an interior designer, and her dad a lawyer. They were a bit ashamed to have such a, unique daughter, as they would call her. She grew up in Washington state, until she turned fifteen. Thats when she started backpacking across America.

On her fifteenth birthday, Rose got herself her own present. She had been planning on running away from home for three months now, and finally her plan went into action. She had all her stuff packed, and just walked out the door. She hitchhiked half way, rode the bus the other half, until she reached New York City. She enrolled in public highschool, and got her own appartment. It's amazing what a fake i.d. and saved up allowence can do. Her family was wealthy, so she had roughly $500,000 saved up from when she was ten.

Instead of going to NYU like her new friends, Rose decided that Europe sounded nice. So she applied for Racati University, and got in for her Sophmore year. She flew out to Rome, and bought her own appartment. By then, her money was short and she needed a job. So she became a waitress for some side cash, and is currently going to school during the day, and partying all night. She still doesn't know what her major is.

I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

name/alias: lauren!
role-playing experience: a while now.
age: ninteen.
anything else: hope your not copying off my app^^
RP sample:
Rose jiggled the ice around in her cup, wishing she had bought a bigger size. Grandes just didn't cut it anymore. There was barely any of her coffee left in the clear plastic. She removed the lid, liking the faint pop it made. Removing the lid and straw completely, she placed them on her brown napkin. Then, she lifted the drink to her lips, and shook out the rest of her sweet drink. A single ice cube fell into her mouth, and she chewed it noisely. Placing the drink back on the table, she tapped her nails on the table. She didn't know why she didn't leave, but she just had no where to go.

A tapping noise came from the window infront of her, and Rose looked up. A familiar face stood there, knocking on the glass. She smiled, and started chuckling a bit. Landon Grant, a boy she met last summer was smiling back at her. They had bumped into eachother, literally, at a music festival last year and had a lot in common. He was a great musician, who visited Sutherland every summer. He was funny, sweet, charming, and an overall nice guy. Rose had developed a foolish crush on him, though she would only admit it to yourself. But, he had never seemed interested in her. And then, one day he had just dissapeared. Not a phone call or anything. She had foregotten about Landon, after a while. She wasn't angry at him for leaving, she decided he just didn't like goodbyes.

Rose kept the smile planted on her face as she stood up. She was just so, suprised. In her mind, he had just left the face of the earth. She never expected to see him again, at all. She waved him inside, and started walking to meet him halfway. Why was he back? Did he remember her? Why did he leave? Was he okay? Did he look a bit skinnier? Why didn't he call? All these questions raced through her mind. But, she expertly looked down at her feet, counting the steps she took. It was an old habbit she did whenever she was nervous, or wanted to look good. She wasn't sure for what reason she was counting, but she didn't question it.

She looked up to see him walking through the door, and she laughed once more. Not a long laugh, but not a giggle. More like a small chuckle, something that Rose only did when she was really excited, or confused. Both applied in this case. She kind of ran/skipped to meet him, and when she did, she stopped. She just sighed, taking him in. He looked good. A tad bit on the skinny side though. His clothes were wrinkled, like they had been worn the day before. And his black hat covered his messy hair, that was a little bit wet. She smiled, and shook her head from side to side. Finally, after what felt like forever, but was only five seconds, she spoke. "Landon Grant." The words sounded strict, yet kind of questioning coming out of her mouth. She laughed again. Then, she stood on her tip-toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tight, kind of to see if he was really there.

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this was made by CHLOEOATS of caution 2.0. do not remove this tag, no matter what. lyrics are from love drunk by boys like girls.

[Emilyness!]

Hurray! Our first finished bio! That must make you feel special Nice detail, I especially appericate the likes (long listness). Rose is very fun! I like her. And don't worry, no one will steal anything for your app...if it happens...you, hailz, and I will.... take care of it *hires hitman* X3 Enough of my chattering. Now doll, go make your claims.