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tamblyn rosetta may



”dreaming, i was only dreaming
of another place and time”

.:. she lacks the indefinable charm of weakness .:.

name/alias spazzer!
age 16.
contact pm.
rp experience two years.
other characters none atm.

.:. they spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever .:.

full name tamblyn rosetta may.
nickname(s) tam, rosie.
age and d.o.b. 25, april 16 2357.
hometown the sanctum.
race human.

.:. the world is a stage, but the play is badly cast .:.

play by sophia bush.
height 5'3 1/2"
weight 128lbs
eye color green.
hair color brown.
distinguishing feature(s) small tribal tattoo on her left wrist.

.:. I can resist anything but temptation .:.

personality
The events of Tamblyn's life have no doubt made her stronger, but that most definitely does not make her strong. She can be a pretty weak person, giving in when afraid, and spending a good deal of her time being walked all over by others. She does have a streak in her, though, that without fail, will pick her up off the ground. She's happiest when she's by herself, because most of the people she meets aren't very nice anyway. When she does meet people who are considerate enough to let her share some shelter, or give her information, she is very grateful, and could be considered very happy to be with others.

That being said, one could probably establish her as a bit of a loner. If placed in another time and place, Tamblyn wouldn't seem that way. She has the potential to be loud, maybe even a little overpowering. She would be confident, and have a great interest in the opposite sex. Tam could easily have been the 'it' girl, with a lot of friends, and a string of boys lined up. With the current times, though, there's no chance of it. She's been made quiet, and overly wary of men. She will smile if smiled at, and speak if spoken to, or she feels it necessary or appropriate.. but don't expect her to be Miss Popularity. Being alone is what she is used to, and she's good at it.

likes
independence.
that some of the days can be good.. like.. quiet.
friends. (not that she really has that many she can point to and say 'hey, look.. a friend.')
sugar.
salt.
nourishing food.
clean water.
warmth.
safety.
exercise.

so basically.. normal stuff.

dislikes
nightwalkers
neo-romans.
hiding.
the water supply being gross.
sour things.
being alone.
being dirty.
peanuts; she's fatally allergic to them, so it makes sense that she hates them.
the war.
blood.
habits
splitting her hair; you know when you get a split end, and you make it worse, by pulling it apart? yeah. she does that.
screwing up her nose.
acting more confident than she is.
fears
dying.
nightwalkers.
being caught in the middle.

.:. biography lends to death a new terror .:.

mother arabella lucy may. deceased.
father deceased, unknown.
siblings none.
other family deceased.
pets none.
member title (`little one, the sky is FALLING )

history

Tamblyn was born in The Sanctum, to a mother who died shortly afterward. The birth was a difficult one, putting far too much pressure on Arabella's body, and most importantly, her heart. She passed out after the birth, her sister by her side, and her heart slowed until it stopped in time. From then on, she was raised by whoever came along, and whoever would take her in. It began with her aunt, but by the time she was six months old, that woman had passed on as well. Soon, she was being passed around, her entire life traveling as the clothes on her back. She had nothing more, and she never knew anything more. Thus, she wanted nothing more. Survival was the priority of her life for a good while, and at a much younger age than one would usually associate anyone 'fighting for their life'.

Tamblyn reached her teenage years trying to stay put, but finding it increasingly difficult as wars raged on around her, and in the surrounding cities and burroughs. The world was in turmoil, so the then-sixteen Tamblyn Rosetta May spent a good deal of her time hiding, and begging that she would not be caught by anyone looking for a snack. She survived that way, moving only when she had to, for eight years; until movement seemed far beyond necessary. Where she hid in the shadows, sleeping and eating and getting by with what little she still had became someone else's haven. She was forced to move by a much larger group of people who needed the space, and would definitely not enjoy her company. She moved on.

That was one year ago. Tamblyn now spends her time in the exact same way. Moving when she has to, but mostly staying put. Keeping out of the way of others, but still trying to live her life just as much as she is trying to survive. She keeps to the shadows when darkness falls, which seems to be a damn good lot of the time. She hopes to stay this way for as long as possible, but the quality of life is so shockingly bad that she's really just waiting to be found. That's all that seems to be at the end of it. She's never known anyone to escape to anything better. It seems that everywhere is the same, and nobody is winning this war.

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