Post by <Fallen>:. on Jan 10, 2009 21:10:20 GMT 12
This Person Was Never Born:
LaRhette Rosenburg [Pronounced 'laa-ret']
Though She's Been Called:
Retta, Rita, Rosie, Etta.
She Can't Be:
25
Because This:
Female
(According To)
The Government
Doesn't Exist.
Personality:
Stuck-up, self-centered, and loyal only to herself. LaRhette has been an operative of the Government since she was sixteen, when her mother decided she'd had enough of her daughter's whining. It had started as an idle threat, but soon LaRhette was spending almost all her time doing Government work. The only down-side she could see was that she still had to pass all her classes in school.
Growing up like that... well, it's not exactly good for your people skills. LaRhette believes she wasn't cursed; she thinks she was privileged. Privileged, to come work for a murdering organisation before you hit your teens.
Anyway, she enjoys the power that being one of the youngest members gives her. She's done more years of service than many of the older members, and she won't take any lip from her inferiors, just because she's younger than them. Neither will she stand by and take insults, threats, or disobedience. She's been coveting power for a long time now, and, (twisted girl that she is) knows well how to get it.
Subtlety is not one of her prominent traits. She doesn't use it, and it takes a little work for her to pick it up. Though she is very good at sarcasm.
Her loving side had little time to develop. LaRhette is unfamiliar with the terms of either loving or trusting anyone, though she is perfectly capable of it. But she watched enough chick-flicks with her mother giving a commentary to understand that life isn't like the movies, and she just doesn't trust anyone with less than all their sanity to take care of her heart. And those are impossible to find in the Government.
Description:
Honey-toned skin, amber/golden-brown eyes, and dark brown hair. Her face is rounded, with round cheeks and a red-lipped mouth. Her neck is long, elegant, and sweeps into small shoulders, long, muscled arms, and a decidedly hour-glass figure.
LaRhette prefers pale clothing to dark tones; they're more appropriate in the hot summers. And she's not afraid to make the boys stare.
Usually, though, her outfit consists of a (comparatively) demure navy knee-length skirt (switched for shorts when working), a tight, white t-shirt with a plunging neck-line, and two sapphire-gold studs in each ear.
History:
Government work runs in her blood; her parents worked there, her grandparents worked there. Of course, for her grandparents the job wasn't quite a blood-thirsty as it is today.
As such, her parents were often away. They were rich, so of course a nanny was hired to take care of her. Later, a tutor was employed; no public school education for their little darling. LaRhette always got what she wanted... And so was a self-centered character. She had little friendly relationship with her parents. Her mother didn't want her to go into Government work, but had always used it as a threat. LaRhette knew it was only a threat, so she completely ignored her parents. The first step of her punishment was to send her to school.
Never a social butterfly, LaRhette sat sullenly in the corner. She was intelligent; learned her lessons because she had to... But made no friends. Anyone who laughed at her soon learned that she had hard fists, sharp nails, and an even sharper tongue. She got so many detentions that she was threatened with being expelled. Quoth RaRhette: "Do your worst." And she was expelled, at nine.
In her next school, however, things were different. Her parents took her aside; told her that if she did well in school, they would let her take martial arts classes. With a slow grin creeping across her face, she promised them she'd be a good girl.
LaRhette kept the promise, too. She did her best at school; even made a few friends. She did her homework, joined the soccer team, and, like all good players, became a master at hiding her fouls from the coach.
She got her wish.
Martial arts classes were harder than she'd expected. Most of the kids her age had been working at it since they were really young, but LaRhette was nothing if not game. She did her best; to this day, she faithfully attends her classes, and practices whenever she can.
At sixteen, the Government had been talking to her parents about signing her up.
Her mother was against, her father whole-heartedly for. "It's time our girl learned there is a world outside her life!" she heard him yelling one night.
Long story short, she joined. Graduated college (honours), and became a legal, contract-and-all operative of the Government.
One year in her life pretty much bleeds into the next. Shoot some people, deal with trouble-makers, sort out the 'special' trouble... in the form of Twilight's Rain.
Family:
Parents-
Grace Rosenburg, 56. Brown hair, blue eyes; about 4"9.
Hamish Rosenburg, 59. Black hair, grey eyes. 5"5
Siblings-
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Weapons/Gadgets:
Kimber's Crimson Carry II
Guns are pretty much all she knows how to use... But she uses them pretty darn well.
Other:
