Rosalie Morgenstern ||Elsewhere Adult

[Rosalie Morgenstern]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rosalie Alessa Morgenstern
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hufflepuff '46

Residence:
In the London residence of the Morgenstern family

Occupation
Socialite

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Not at this moment

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 6
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 12

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Zoella Mertz, Ivan Pavlova, Finlay McCormick, Riley Logan, Liam Cirmorelli, and Iefan Cadwallader

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Rosalie Alessa Morgenstern was born on a very snowy March 11, 1929. The Morgenstern family was on the rise again, expanding farther than they had imagined possibly. Wealthy in every sense of the word, they’ve never known real struggle. Only a few main branches remained to their name, only one being pureblood.

The darling girl was the fourth child of Carl and Nadja, and the third daughter. At first, it pained Carl that she wasn’t a son, but soon it would fade. Being the patriarch, he wasn’t home much so it laid upon the shoulders of her older siblings to ultimately take care of her. Their house was never empty as she grew up, and she always dreamt of having a family just like her own. She was especially close to Max, telling him everything and anything. She trusted him with all of her heart, and soul. And when he was diagnosed, the youngest girl grew fiercely protective over him.

Lea, or so her family called her, enjoyed her time at Hogwarts. Often ridiculed for her bright orange hair, the young girl resorted to using a simple charm to change the colour to blonde. She was, to no one’s surprise, sorted into Hufflepuff. Bubbly and incredibly bright, the yellow badger suited her perfectly. Being a pureblood, being friends with others in different houses came quite easy for the girl. During her first year, she met her best friend Theodore Razi, and it would continue that way until the present times. They were inseparable at times, and he was always welcome to her family’s house, which he often took advantage of during the summers.

The young Hufflepuff spent most of her time painting in the large garden of her family home. What time she had free from overpriced dinners and parties that revolved around the constant flaunting of wealth and power, she spent volunteering in orphanages and hospitals. She viewed the world through unjaded eyes which came to shape her thoughts and opinions. Her entire world revolving around the purity of blood and the amount of amassed wealth, however; In the eyes of the young Heiress, she was a pureblood but that didn’t mean she couldn’t open her heart to others. All she wanted was to leave her mark on the world, whether they be that of a long line of distinguished nobles or that of hard working, every-day citizens.

The tall, blonde eighteen year old was often described as “sunshine on a rainy day.” It didn’t take much to see a smile, or to make her laugh, for that matter. She made it a mission of hers to go out of her way to make others feel happy. Some often took her kindness for granted, attempting to take advantage of her. But her siblings taught her to fight for her own, and to stand her ground. Always well mannered, it took a lot for her to get visibly upset. The young teen came to dream of getting married and being showered in abundance of love and enjoy, as well as having a yard full of children when she got older. That didn’t go quite well as she returned home shortly after graduating.

She was soon informed of her prearranged to non-other than Antonin Borovsky, a Russian pureblood. Very popular in school with his best friend Thomas, a year or two below her, he seemed nothing more than a womanizer. Sure, the boy was incredibly attractive, but the rumors she heard convinced her to stay away. Ironically, her sister warned her to stay away. Yet, there they were, soon to be married.


Roleplay Response: Two
Dressed in a pale pink petticoat, a young woman made her way through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. A soft, white scarf covered her sun kissed face, leaving only her bright blue eyes outlined in black. Wild, blonde hair flew freely in the fierce wind. Sleek, black boots crunched the snow beneath her, leaving prints trailing behind her. Snow glittered around her, clinging to her long, flowing hair for dear life. A picture of elegance and grace, she carried herself with confidence. “Rosalie, ne slishkom daleko*,” a man’s voice called from behind her. With a simple nod of her head, the woman acknowledged the foreign language. As if condemning her, another, larger body collided with her own.


"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"


Her face of astonishment and utter surprise as the male bumped into her, not completely realizing the outcome of the situation as he fell on top of her, causing her to tumble down along with him. Rosalie’s once pristine hair and and lavish clothing now having fallen victim to the colored tinsel and large particles of snow, as she struggled to retain and readjust her persona, slowly standing to her feet in the midst of a crowded and lively road. The young female’s blue hues now having a glint of anger and irritation as she glanced down to her attire and back to the elderly man before her, but before she could respond in any form towards the man, the bodyguard which had been assigned to her rushed to the forefront, immediately confronting the much older gentleman.


The Russian was quick to began a barrage of insults in his native tongue towards the poor man, but now instead of feeling angry towards the male that had ruined her outfit of the day, in such a harsh climate, she was feeling sorry. She couldn’t help it as she stood helplessly, watching the scenario take place. Rosalie watched as Markos went to put his hands onto the old man but before that could take place, she rushed in with hopes of ceasing the hostilities or at least minimizing the damage to the male. Her sudden touch to her subordinates shoulder was all that she needed to defuse the rising situation, as the stark eyed Russian turned to face her, he quietly backed up and gave her room.

Her gaze remained on her companion for a couple of seconds, as if pondering several things at once before shifting her view and landing onto the male whom had spilled tinsel and several other objects onto the floor. ‘’I do think that we are not to fault here, it’s a crowded place and it was bound to happen - Here allow me to help you.’’ She pleaded, as she began to pick up the box in order to assist the older male.


**Don't stray too far


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