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.:Name:. Rose Welford
.:Nick Name:. Rosey
.:Rank:. Gentry
.:Age:. 18

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. When one notices the girl Rose actually fits the societal picture of beauty. Like her mother she has lovely dark gold curls that can be sun kissed given enough time in the sun. Big, round, blue eyes are fringed in long dark gold lashes. A pale but not white complexion with rosy cheeks, probably from too much enjoyment of nature, and lips that are dusky pink and not too thick or too thin. She is also not too tall and has a graceful figure. A pert nose and clearly curious eyes could draw you in if she stepped away from the back of a room. Outside of this one might also notice that she has a tendency to shrink in on herself in large crowds, doesn't like fancy or gaudy decorations on her person, and often she is dressed in deceptively rich fabrics. Simplistic in nature but still the height of fashion and decorum. One can tell that there is money to be had even if one can also tell that she is not a titled lady.

More subtle things one might notice is that Rose often has a far away look as if she is constantly escaping to her own thoughts. Her large eyes often look skittish when approached but warm when listening to others. When she is uncomfortable her lips will thin out and her long fingers will wind themselves around each other. When she thinks no one is observing her her body will slowly loosen and her shoulders will relax and show how soft and rounded they are. She is clearly not delicate but also very clearly feminine and soft. When she is not at a ball she favors boots that can often be seen peaking below a dress with a bit of dirt with her love of playing in the garden and tending to plants.

.:Height:. 5'6"

.:Portrayed by:. Imogen Poots

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. Rose is most assuredly what a modern day person would call an introvert. She loved her own company and her ability to roam and take in nature as she wished, when she wished, and without having to keep up conversation. Like most introverted people she could open up to the right person. Her mind is very lively even if it is mostly only so internally. She is well read and loves books but has a distaste numbers. She knows how to run a house hold but don't ask her to do complex equations unless you want to see her frown and look lost. It would benefit the girl to make a few extroverted type friends. Truth be told she was a very loving and helpful creature once she liked you. Just getting her out of her safe corner to get to know so you could see that was nigh on impossible till this point.

Rose loves nature and all things botanical. Her mother even let her have and tend to her own flower garden and she could tell you much on flowers if you gave her a chance. Her quiet voice will grow excited and wistful just talking about her lovely tea roses that she was able to graft with the help of their gardener. Weren't plants just so fascinating? They didn't talk back and expect anything but tending. Conversation is always so hard for the young woman as she has never truly had much opportunity outside immediate family and a few family friends. Being coddled for most of her life has only served to further her introverted nature.

On the flip side of this, for those who take the time to get to know her, Rose will blossom softly. She will never be the lady who demands attention in a crowd but she will gladly engage in conversation with those she trusts or that show her a measure of genuine kindness. Her gentle appearance and soft voice attract those who want to feel at ease and home with a person. Rose will never outwardly judge another. With fears of her own and the inability to be a lady that others find charming and sociable she tries to treat others as she hopes she will be treated. The young woman will listen to your woes, offer a gentle word and sometimes even a pat on the arm to express that she understands.

.:Skills:. Painting, Harp, Singing, and Listening.

.:Weaknesses:.
Horse back riding (horses are questionable at best), fear of large crowds, awkward with common conversation, and no desire to draw attention to herself.

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Worthing, England

.:Family:.

William Welford (Father, 50, former merchant gone land owner)
Sophie Welford (Mother, 43. Wealthy heiress of a merchant family)
Alder Welford (Brother, 16)
Lily Welford (Sister, Deceased)

.:Occupation:. Finding a husband

.:History:.

Rose is the oldest of two daughters in a family that started in the merchant trade business but in the last few generations has become wealthy land owners not only in England but in other countries as well. Rose's father, William, married a wealthy heiress to a rival merchant family so that they might combine their wealth for the good of the trade and family. As it stands now the trade has been "given up" in exchange for land and living with the Gentry. Rose's father was never happier than when his first child was born. He would have loved a boy but his little girl was still the apple of his eye and they could try for a boy later. Rose was raised with enough love and coddling to make any noble lady jealous. Her earlier years were much the same as a any lady as she was trained in the skills and traits needed to catch a husband and be considered accomplished.

At the age of two she was joined by twin siblings in this world of relative luxury and ease. However a year later the twins came down with a chill. The boy survived but her sister did not. It was a hard time in the world of a small girl and her father and mother were heart broken. The Welfords were an arranged marriage that ended up becoming a love match and they were so happy to have children that losing one was almost more than they could bare. Rose was still too young to truly understand what was going on but she still has vague memories of crying and lots of black. As time went on though the house became more cheerful again and she was able to grow up with her younger brother in a loving house hold. So much so that the thought of leaving home or her family became almost unbearable. Why should she have to leave and marry when she had everything she needed right here?

Rose didn't grow up wild but she grew up with a lot more movement freedom than ladies of the ton were want to do. She loved to go for hikes on their country property and read under trees. The only thing she never really got a taste for was horseback riding. She knew how, of course, but she much preferred her two feet on the ground and not at the mercy of her father's favorite tempermental horses. Rose was a sweet girl but she was far more fond of things being steady and comfortable than the wild and exciting. That wasn't to say she didn't read about whirlwind romances and epic adventures but in her day to day she was so afraid of stepping outside that even if her heart desired a bit more excitement.

When it came close to time for Rose to be making her way into society her mother began to task her governess with teaching her dances and things that the ton found to be acceptable for a lady. Her mother was bound and determined that her precious baby would marry up into the world. After all, Rose, was the picture of all that was lovely in her mother's eyes. She was well read but not too academic for her own good. She sang with a sweet calm voice, could play the harp, paint, stitch, and had a lovely figure for dancing. Sure she was afraid of most horses, rather quiet, reluctant to even debut, and lacking in the charm that most ladies were able to layer over their discomfort. To be honest Rose Welford was honest, terrible at subterfuge, and down right shy of others. But Mrs. Welford would not let that stop her. She was certain she would find an advantageous match by highlighting Rose's sweet nature. Even if that meant dragging the girl like a sack of potatoes to ever ball, tea, and luncheon.

Rose upon hearing her mother's diabolical plans had begged her father for just one more year at home but everyone knew that Mrs. Welford ruled the roost and her husband could never deny her even when it was almost equally hard to deny his blonde haired blue eyed favorite. Rose knew her time was up and she made it known by silent pouting in the drawing room that she was not a fan of it. Stuffy balls, pretending to like everyone, eating too little when one really wanted to stuff your face, and dancing with strangers and being expected to speak cheerfully when internally you just wanted to hide. Why didn't men have to do this? Men could wait till they were older, had lived a little, even traveled but a girl was supposed to find a good husband as soon as possible and that was the end of that!

It wasn't till they arrived at their town house for the season that it really even sunk in to Rose that her life was completely over as she knew it. No more walking alone through the fields. No more reading beneath a tree in lovely silence. Now she must have a chaperone, wear fancy dresses, and be primped and curled to perfection as her mother dictated. They didn't even have a proper garden in the city. She was going to be locked in by stone and cobbles till she either found a husband or the season ended. With her mother's will there was no doubt she would meet everyone that her mother felt worthy and then some. So Rose stood for dress fittings, hats, laces, and gloves. Her mother prattled on about how they would have the latest and most tasteful of fashions as THEY could afford it. "Rose may not have title but she has enough money to tempt a king." she could be heard saying proudly. This only served to embarrass the poor girl more but what could one do when your dearest momma was not to be shaken off?

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