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[b]Name:[/b] Rosaline Gale

[b]Age:[/b] 17 (Senior)

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Power:[/b] Telekinesis

[b]Personality:[/b] Rose is a quirky individual, always looking to have fun in any way possible.   She's outgoing, super friendly, and never afraid to speak her mind. Despite being very kind, she's got a bit of an attitude and never fails to say something sarcastic. She's as stubborn as a bull and will not change her mind once it's set on something.  Rose is also on the reckless side. She often jumps into situations too fast, especially if a loved one is in trouble. 

[b]Likes:[/b] Cats, comic books, baking, coffee,  music, skateboarding, italian food, the color pink

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Rude or judgmental people, smoking, liars, schoolwork 

[b]History:[/b] Rosaline's life has been up until this point quite normal. To her knowledge, she was born to Benjamin and Jocelyn Gale. They had always lived in Pavar. She had been close with both and was well-raised to be an intelligent and lively girl. Benjamin and Rose had done everything together. The two of them were best friends. Then one day, when Rose was around twelve years old, he left without a trace. Her mother had no explanation to give her other than that she was too young to understand. Even today, Rose still hasn't gotten a clear-cut reason from her. Nonetheless, the two remained close over the years.  

[b]Awakening: [/b]

"Rosie! Hurry up! The doors open in thirty minutes!"
The sun rays beat down on the streets as two young girls rushed to the Sand Creek Mall that Saturday morning. Everyone knew today was the big sale. The short, skinny blonde girl in the black knit beanie swerved right and left weaving through the crowd of people as her taller, brunette friend ran up ahead of her. The sun beat down on them hard that day even so early in the morning. Her friend was the track star of the school. Even on a skateboard, Rose was working up a sweat trying to keep up with her. 

"Geez Hannah! Can you go any slower?"Rose playfully called up to her friend, "The mall isn't going anywhere!" 

"The mall might not be moving but that Betsy Johnson bag might be!" The girl yelled back over her shoulder. She was so far ahead now that her voice was being carried off by the wind. Rose barely understood what she had even said. 

Rosaline groaned and picked up her skateboard, "What!?"She yelled. "Hannah where-.."She got on her tippy toes to try to get sight of the girl, craning her neck, her fair hair spilling down her back. "Fudge brownie..."She muttered, cursing in her own strange way. She went to sprint forward only to find her body being jerked backward. A big hand covered her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, yanking her into the dark, filthy alleyway. She was dragged behind the dumpster and soon she was greeted by the cool feeling of sharp metal up against her neck.

Rose's eyes darted left and right, sizing up the situation. Three tall figures stood in front of her, all wearing masks that hid all but their eyes. The tallest one  was holding a knife to her neck. He had to bend down to do so. Rose almost laughed despite her building fear. She was so pathetically short.  "Uh. You boys heading to the mall too? "She asked nervously.

"Shut up." The one with the knife snapped coldly. "Take out your wallet now, blondie."

"Okay."Rose whispered. She didn't really have much of a choice other than to pull her backpack slowly off her shoulder and began searching through it for her wallet. 

"She's very cute. I bet we could get away with messing with her for a while too."One suggested. 
His friends laughed, "We totally could!"

A sharp jolt of terror went through Rose's body and she stopped searching to clutch her bag in horror. Giving up a couple of twenties was one thing but that was a whole different level. She looked up with wide eyes, hearing sudden thuds. The three men were flying through the air. Two smacked hard into the wall while the other went rolling on to the floor. "What even..." Rose questioned it for maybe a millisecond before throwing her bag back over her shoulder and sprinting out of the alley. She bumped hard into someone and glanced up. It was Hannah.

"Rose what the hell are you doing? Let's go!"

Rose stared at her for a moment, her mind still whirling from the incident. Her heart was pounding hard against her ribs, threatening to pop out of her chest. "Umm... Sorry. " Rose managed to utter in reply.

"Yeah whatever." She sighed and grabbed Rose by the wrist, dragging her down the street. Rose looked over her shoulder to see the thugs emerging from the alley, rubbing their heads in pain. They seemed as confused as she was.