[bear with me, I’m trying something new with this app~]
Name: Cynthia Rosette
Age: 104, though she doesn't look a day past 19
Gender: She is of the female gender
Weapon: N/A
Animal Form: Love Interest: Nada
Appearance: Hair || Past her knees || Blond || Generally straight ||Part of it covers her right eye
Eyes || Beautiful chocolate brown mixed with black || Long eyelashes
Skin || Pale || Flawless || Sometimes dotted with blood || No tattoos or piercings
Figure || Tall, about 5’7” || Lanky || Thin, about 119 lbs || Long legs || Slim and delicate fingers || Agile, capable of dancing and darting out of the way, dodging attacks with ease || Can run pretty fast
Clothes || White top hate with red ribbons and roses on the left side || Black undershirt with white buttons along the sides || Red handkerchief around her neck || White petticoat trimmed in red with cuffs and black frills coming out of the sleeves || Black, pleated skirt to mid-thigh || Usually 2-4 inch black heels with red ribbons || White gloves with a rose at the base of her wrist || There is a golden pocket watch in the pocket of her petticoat
Personality: Bloodthirsty || She has a tendency to enjoy watching others bleed, and has a strange love of blood and screams
Smiling || She rarely stops smiling, her lips always curled up in either a wicked grin or a soft, endearing smile. When she does stop it’s because something awful has happened
Word Choice || She believes herself to be above most others, often referring to them as “Little ones” “Lower beings” or sometimes even “Ants.” However, there are few that she chooses to call “My dear” “My darling" “My love” “Mon cher” “Mon ange du Paradis” or “Mon démon de l’enfer”
Laughter || She often laughs manically at the strangest times, most tending to be when she’s having fun playing with her toys-the little ones
Danger || She loves danger, always running headfirst into dangerous situations simply for the fun of it
Sadistic || She has a sadistic attitude towards others, and loves to “play” with other people. This usually includes frustrating them with taunts and insults, dancing out of the way when they attack
Honest || She always speaks her mind, regardless for what others may think, most having to do with boredom
Boredom || When she isn’t doing something “fun”-generally torturing some poor soul-She’s bored. She gets bored easily, and will complain about it in a bored and obvious way || When she gets bored with her play toys, she will, often with a sigh, say “Bored now” and either A. leave, or B. attack
Assumptions || She often makes broad-ranged assumptions based on what she sees. These assumptions can be either correct, or completely and utterly off.
Accent || Cynthia has a very slight-almost unnoticeable-French accent. Though she is fluent in English, she does sometimes slip into her native language
Sidelines || She hates being sidelined, tossed off to watch. She finds it too boring, and will always try to get in on the action.
Board Games || Along with playing with humans, she absolutely adores board games || Particularly chess and checkers
Likes: Toying with the little ones || Blood || The color red || Top Hats || Roses|| Smiling || Laughing || Chess
Dislikes: Being bored || The color blue-because it’s calming || The color green-because it’s so dull || Normal clothing-such as baggy pants, jeans, t-shirts etc || When she is outwitted or beaten
History: I’ll be telling my own history! And I’ll be placing in the details that Cynthia here doesn’t know.
Oh psh, you’re no fun! Okay so I was born in the south of France to a pair of wealthy nobles. Cynthia, tell the truth.
Okay fffine. I wasn’t born to them persay. They adopted me~and they weren’t nobles. They were, however, of the upper class. Though I was adopted, I was loved. They were fantastic parents, the best! I loved them so much. I was an only child, lonely too. Mother was always busy with painting and father was always at work. Though I knew they loved me, I rarely saw them. So I entertained myself by dressing up in mother’s clothes~It was ever so much fun! Then, a few days after my 15th birthday, my parents went on a cruise. I was left alone in the house, well, not alone. There were the servants. Anyways.