and every tear that had to fall from HER eyes
and every day ROSALINDE wondered how she'd get through the night
you get the life you're givenfull name;; Rosalinde Eva Baddock
age;; 19
birthday;; January 3rd, 2235
class;; Crowleyan Official
life has thrown melikes;; Wealthy People
Power
Control
Authority
Sex
Sadism
Manipulation
Messing With People
Aethenons
Quidditch (beating of course)
Slaves (mostly watching them squirm)
Men
Achieving Goals
Arrogant Men and Women
Loyalty
Her job
dislikes;; Traitors
Cheats
Gold-Diggers
Ambitious little lower classes
Idiots
Ugly People
Poor People
Slaves
Sleep
Being Lied to
Being Wrong
Failing
The Way Her Parents are Hinting about Marriage
Marriage
Romantic Attachment
Being Questioned
dreams;; Get invited into the Concium
Avoid Marriage
Her parents die soon
fears;; Marriage
Love
Disownment
Betrothal
Failing
personality;; Rosalinde is quite a character. When one first gets to know Rose, she can be extremely courteous, kind, easy to get along with. When among people she likes or those she wants to like her, Rose can be a charismatic, almost magnetic personality. She can adopt this demeanor at almost any time that her social obligations require it, and can be a genuinely kind person. Assuming you don’t get her angry at some point, this initial goodwill can blossom into unconditional friendships, in which one never need doubt her honesty, integrity, or intentions. One had best hope that one doesn’t betray her (betray encompassing many things that are seemingly petty) once growing close with the girl, or a tirade of jealousies and resentments can fester without the subject even knowing. If she accidentally makes friends with you, so be it, she’s made her choice, unknowingly or not, and she’ll be your friend as long as you want her to be. To an extent. If you fail to tell her you’re a pauper, of course she is going to feel betrayed, and as an official, there isn’t much you can hope for after that. Except your life. Maybe. On that note she holds her relationships very dear, and considers her friends second only to family. And for the sake of personal well being, many hold the same sentiment in regards to Rose.
If you are the type of person that Rose can decide not to like there is a whole new side to her. She can be incredibly critical, often to the point of cruelty, and can nurture a grudge for years. For the most part she easily contains her disdain and dislike for others, waiting for the perfect moment to completely destroy a person. Unfortunately for these people, Rose is incredibly observant when she wants to be, and often has gut instincts when it comes to people that tell her just what to say or do that will make a person feel their worst. This can be flipped of course, and used to bring the depressed out of a gloom and doom day, etc. It just depends on who you are. The ever present dual personalities of Rose Baddock. Charismatic and Cruel, flipping easily and effortlessly. To be honest, Rose has pretty much found her niche, and doesn’t have qualms in easily dismissing people as disposable acquaintances, especially people below her rank. Read almost everyone. She is a bitch to most anyone she doesn’t already like, or want to use. She wants to be in some vestige of control over others, in any way possible. She acts marvelously to whomever she needs until she is in control. She’ll be your friend alright, while harvesting your secrets to use for her own ends. The key issue in all of this is not whether you consider her a friends, but whether rose regards you in such a manner.
Her need for domination was caused namely by the fact that while she was allowed to languish at home, she still had to be a certain way, and do certain things to make sure she was accomplished enough for her parents standards. She’s had lessons in a variety of skills she could hardly care less for. This rut between complete control and complete confinement has been Rose’s constant companion through her entire childhood. While she strives for independence, when faced with authority figures when she has pushed the rules, she falls apart. Luckily she only has to follow the basic laws that govern humanity, the Crowley’s, and her parents. With her mother and fathers’ only contact with Eva being of a punishing or disappointment oriented sort, and occasionally a character molding session, authority has a very warped definition in her mind. Those with authority can only use it to hurt and punish, not to help and heal. This is part of the reason she acts like such a bitch. She likes control, and within her circle has it, but control can only be used negatively in her mind. Without the harsh exterior the control is gone, and she goes back to being a puppet of her parents. While she wants to make them proud, Rose wishes she could do it on her own terms. So she makes sure everything they aren’t directly influencing is her own.
That being said, Rose does what she wants when she wants to, as far as she thinks she can go without having to face authority. She feels little attachment to rules. If they get in her way, like everything else she’ll just bowl right around or over them. She also keeps herself useful so the good Ms. Crowley doesn’t get too hot and bothered. She has a moral code, of course, it’s just a little… Unconventional. She feels no remorse or regret. Fortune just happened to push her in the wrong (or right, depending on how you look at it) direction. She’s unused to ‘no’. Of course she doesn’t do things like drugs, or alcohol, but if she wants to sneak out of the dorm at three in the morning to do cartwheels on the beach, she’s damn well going to do it. She doesn’t have the same boundaries as other people. An individual in the extreme, Rose doesn’t believe in peer pressure, strongly holding to the idea that all decisions are ultimately your own. Those looking for a puppet, or a conformist will not enjoy her. Lower classes looking to forge a sort of patron relationship with her will find themselves hard pressed to gain and retain her interest. Rose is not easily manipulated or dazzled. She finds most attempts to do such amusing, and worthy of a long bit of fun, often at your expense.
Rose never starts something without finishing, and doesn’t know when to stop, determined almost to a fault. This makes her an extremely good person to have on your side, because once she holds an ideal, it’s never wrested away from her. That’s not to say she’s impressionable, far from it. She considers each philosophy she holds true very carefully before deciding completely against anything that contradicts it. Similarly people she decides to love, she loves beyond life itself. When she decides to do something it’s with an intense belief and passion in what she does. She would have put the Spanish Inquisition to shame.
Luckily for the Crowley’s (or perhaps Rose) she firmly believes and supports the regime. She takes after her parents in this way, working tirelessly to accomplish the aims of Crowley.
And in this endeavor, Rose manipulates. Shamelessly, I might add. The girl has a lot going for her. She’s intelligent, beautiful, and when she feels like it she can be extremely charismatic. She doesn’t much care what she has to do to get what she wants. The ends justify the means, and honestly Rose finds most of her methods enjoyable. She’s no stranger to sex, and her forays in that area hold just a bit of sadism. Enough to fulfill her need to inflict pain, and not past the point that makes the man feel unnecessary. Men
will have their ego’s whether they’re being used or not. Unfortunately none of them have managed to hold her interest just yet. Most are too eager to be getting into the pants of a Crowleyan Official to actually bother being interesting. They think acquiescing to her every desire will keep Rose happy. They are right in the short term, but if you’re a person who can afford to challenge Rose, she might actually want to stick around for more than a week or two. Her intelligence she displays without shame, as that
is what makes her world go ‘round. If Crowley wasn’t a genius of historic proportions, the world would still be as useless as it was when she was just a child. As for whether she manipulates by way of personality, that entirely depends on who you are and whether she’s bored or not. If you are of or near her rank, she’ll go the personality route as opposed to the life-threatening bitch route. If she’s bored she’ll also go by way of personality. She does love a good game of cat and mouse. Otherwise you’re just in for one hell of a ride as she uses you to achieve her goals.
Oh yes, and did I mention that she’s totally terrified of falling in love? Yes, indeed, you have found her biggest fear. Rose has seen all too many women degrade themselves in the name of love, and she refuses to do such a thing. She likes her independence too much to tie herself to one person. Plus the potential for truly painful betrayal would be unimaginable high. Anyway, she can’t imagine being content with one sex partner.
the past can't be rewrittenmother;; Nell Baddock
relationship;; “Ah, mother dearest. An excellent example of grace and charm, tempered with intelligence. Quite a formative human being in my life. I could almost respect her if she weren’t so subservient to my father. She shouldn’t be. He may be a sadistic bastard, but she’s strong enough to fight back, in my humble opinion. I loved her as a child, and as her daughter I feel obligated to make her proud, while she lives. But really, I wish she and Daddy would kick the bucket already so Baddock Place and the family fortune became mine. I’m fairly certain that I get everything once Daddy goes, but honestly I’d get frustrated having to share the house with her.”
father;; Simon Baddock
relationship;; “Daddy. Hmm… As a small child I loved him unimaginably. I wanted nothing more than his attention and affection. I had to earn it though, and I did my best to please him. When I got older my love faded and was replaced by fearful idolatry. He and Mum were powerful, and I would be so because of them. I was grateful and I wanted to prove I was worthy of it. a few years ago I realized that I am worth it, and now I am simply waiting for Simon and Nell Baddock to die. They are between me and my property, and until they are gone they are merely a nuisance. I don’t hate either of them, mind. I simply do not love them. But I am loyal to them both to the end. ”
siblings;; None
relationship;; “Thank merlin. And all my mother’s unfertilized eggs should thank their lucky stars too. I probably would have strangled them in the crib.”
other half;; None
relationship;; “Well, if you count sex I have about three other halves at the moment. But I don’t see any of that as particularly important. Luckily I am my own half, and therefore my own whole. Who needs anyone else?”
other important people;; Madame Moran
relationship;; “The woman cheated at everything. And she did it well. It would take me months sometimes to discover how she did it, but once I figure out one trick she would never use it again. She’d just move on to another one. I think she’s part of the reason I’m so good at manipulating people, and telling when I’m being manipulated. A cunning little mediocris. She was my nanny, by the way, until I went to Hogwarts. My father made a shrewd choice.”
history;; “It’s a girl.”
Nell had suffered nine months of bloating, aching pain. Finally she was holding the baby in her arms. It had been a difficult pregnancy, a difficult labor. The healer had sent a nurse out to tell Simon to prepare himself for loss. It’s a girl. For Nell’s sake he smiled as the terrible words rang in his ear. At least both the mother and child had survived. The smile on Simon Baddock’s normally stone cold face gave the healer the courage he needed to continue.
“Mrs. Baddock and the child will both be fine, given time. But, your wife… Sir, Mrs. Baddock will not be able to carry another child.”
Simon turned his cold blue eyes to his wife, to the healer, and back. The smile left his face. He walked into the chamber, bending to kiss his wife on the forehead as he came to her side. He looked down on the little baby in Nell’s arms. As he stood there, it opened it’s eyes, and blearily focused on Simon. The child’s eye’s were a bright, cold blue. They were his eyes. Yes. This child was his.
“Her name is Rosalinde. With an E.”
And with that, he left the room. When he reached his office, the only tear Simon had cried since he was ten leaked from his eyes.
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As Nell Baddock walked down the hall, her three year old child in arms, Simon Baddock’s voice could be heard. He was dictating to a slave, no doubt; it must not be anything important. It was probably one of the pretty young things that Simon liked to force into bed, now that the point of doing so with Nell was thoroughly gone. She peeked in through a crack in the open door, to see if she was correct. Quite. A new one at that.
Rosalinde started squirming in her mothers arms. The little girl knew better than to fuss loudly, but it was rather startling how well Rose could fight her parents grip without making noise. Eventually Nell gave up and let her child down. Rosalinde pushed the heavy oaken door open just enough to squeeze into the room her father worked in. The little child glared at the slave as she walked towards her father. Rosalinde did not like her fathers attention being shared. The slave found herself quite intimidated. Normal three year olds could not meet your eye with such unabashed hatred while keeping their faces free of other emotion. It was uncanny. As Rose reached him, Simon hoisted his little bundle of pride into his arms. He spared a glance for the girls mother as well, before walking a bit nearer to the slave. The two sets of nearly identical cold blue eyes fixed intently on her face made the young woman plaster herself to the back of the chair.
“Rosy, this is Anne. Anne, this is my daughter.”
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Anne was near tears. She was only a muggle, and no match for the eight year old Rosalind Baddock. Rose’s parents were throwing a party, and if their sole heir didn’t find her way down the steps looking like a china doll at six p.m. sharp, Anne would be blamed. Simon liked blaming Anne for things, especially things that could have gotten accomplished in moments if he just ordered a house elf to do it. Sometimes there was nothing to be done. The girl’s magic was wild. Things usually managed to hurl themselves at Anne when she shared a room alone with the tiny blonde tyrant. For a reason Anne couldn’t fathom, Rosalinde had always loathed her.
Anne had ten minutes to get the child downstairs, and though she was in her petticoats, her hair was a nest of tangles, and the girls complex dress was being wrung fitfully in Anne’s hands. Finally Anne thought of the only intelligent thing that had popped into her head for many a year.
“Come now, Ms. Rosy, your father will be so disappointed.”
Rose stared at Anne.
Whore. She hated Anne, and she knew just why her father put Anne in charge of her for important things. She much preferred her other nanny, Madame Moran, the charming old one that cheated at every game they played. Because of Moran, Rose won at everything she did with other children. Papa always said she was cleverer than the rest. She earned every time he said it, but it still made Rosy glow on the inside. Glaring daggers at Anne, Rose slid forwards to the nanny, and drew the sapphire dress from the petrified woman’s hands.
“Leave, Anne. I have no need of you.”
The woman scuttled out. Rose was sitting calmly on a chair in the hall when a clock struck six. She sat there for a while after, counting slowly and quietly. When she reached two hundred, Rose slipped onto the ground and turned a corner. As she made her way down the steps at 6:03, with the crème de la crème smiling benevolently upon her, Rose smiled. Anne would not be having a good night.
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Her letter from Hogwarts. It had finally come. Rose caressed the fine, thick parchment. She took a moment sitting there in her room to revel in its presence before she made her way through the manor to her father’s office. Simon was sitting there alone, spectacles on the tip of his nose when Rose walked in.
“Rosalinde, it’s late. Go back to bed.”
She walked forward anyway, though she felt a strange compulsion to turn back, and set the letter on his desk. Simon looked up from his papers, and reached for the thick package of paper. He sat reading for a moment before he glanced up, the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
“Come here, Rosy.”
The girl made her way around behind Simon’s desk, and in a display she had almost forgotten he was capable of opened his arms and gestured for her to sit on his lap. Basking in this rare display of affection, Rose smiled and slipped onto her fathers lap. His arms circled around her, and quite soon, as though it was a state they normally found themselves in, Rose’s head was tucked neatly under her fathers chin. They looked almost loving just then.
“Let’s read it once together before you go back to bed, shall we dearest?”
“Yes, Papa, lets.”
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“Baddock, Rosalinde!”
Clad in the standard black robes, Rosalinde made her way forward to the severe looking teacher.
“Alpha.”
Polite clapping rose from her table. Instantly Rose’s posture was more firm, and more confident. A small smile on her lips, she walked over to her new table. She knew she had earned it. Soon enough all the first years were polarized at their table. Girls sat with girls, boys sat with boys. Rosalinde sat with three other girls. One was quite smart, one quite pretty, and one was both. They would be friends for the rest of their years at Hogwarts. Unfailingly loyal and true to each other, they are perhaps the only ones who can boast a true and meaningful friendship with Rose.
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“We need you to keep him here. He’s a wily one. We need a stronger mind to keep him than the usual guards. We trust you and Nell to handle him.”
Rose had been heading to the kitchens to get a glass of water after waking from a bad dream when she heard the low voices speaking in the front hall.
“You can be assured he won’t find his way out.” that was her fathers voice. “Please convey my regards to Ms. Crowley… Imperio!”
Rose listened to the front door close, and a pair of footsteps walking away. Curious about why Papa was using Imperio, Rose quickly took her slippers off and padding quietly along in bare feet proceeded to follow her father, and the cloaked figure. She followed them down into the basement, down past the dingy corridors the slaves slept in. Down into a part of the house Rose had never been brave enough to explore. She watched quietly to see what door her father finally entered in the final corridor, and then flitted back up to her room. For the next few days both Simon and Nell Baddock seemed to be under considerable stress, and finally Rose’s curiosity was too great. One night she made her way down into the dungeons (for she now knew what the chains were for), and entered the room her father had gone into. There was a young man there. He didn’t look too dangerous to Rose huddling up like a baby in the corner. He glanced up, terror on his face, until he saw her. He started laughing as he gazed at the thirteen year old.
“So I’ve finally died have I? It’s about time. Been three days with not a drop of water.”
Rose was curious. She didn’t know anything at all about the world outside Hogwarts and the island, and for some reason Rose thought this man would know, and actually tell her about it. None of the slaves would. And they would tell father if she asked anyway. So she left, taking care to lock the doors behind her, and went to the kitchens. She asked for a warm slice of bread and some milk. She carried it downstairs, and entered the cell again. Without a word Rose set the plate and cup in front of the man. He glanced at her, but didn’t question the food.
“I’ll bring you more food tomorrow if you tell me the answers to my questions,” she told him when he was done.
“Ah, so you’re not an angel. A slave perhaps? You shouldn’t risk yourself like this,” Rose met his eyes, internally indignant, but unwilling to reveal who she was just yet.
“Really? The little Baddock girl? Now that is not what I expected,” he said chuckling.
Rose sighed.
“I had forgotten. The man said you were a Legilimens. But I’ll warn you I know how to use the curses as well as my parents. I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”
“Ah… No lie. And how old are you, little angel?”
“Thirteen.”
“They don’t waste any time, do they?”
“I have questions.”
“I have time.”
“What’s an angel?”
She didn’t believe most of his answers, but she liked talking to him none the less. Four days later he was gone. Rose hasn’t seen him since, and she has thought of him rarely.
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Quidditch tryouts, her third year. She still had an advantage over the boys, but not for long. Rose needed to establish herself as a player. She was taller than everyone else her age on the pitch, and some of the fourth years as well. But she knew none were quite as brutal as she was with a bat in hand. There was one sixth year beater, and the other one had graduated. Rose had watched them play. She was sure she could hit more accurately than the one they still had. Achieving the strength of the boy would come with practice.
“Alright you lot. We’ll have a half hour match to weed out the incompetents among you, quaffle only, five on five. We’ll be subbing you in and out as we see fit. This is about your flying skills, your hand eye coordination, and your eye for tactics. I don’t care if you’re going for beater or keeper or seeker. You’ve got to show you can fly. Don’t play it safe. Show me your best. Mount!”
“Baddock, ….”
Damn the alphabet and the letter B. Rose was silently fuming as nine others were called. There was one more kid from her year, and the rest after that were older than her. She took a breath. It didn’t matter. She’d do as she had always done. She would win.
Half an hour later, and Rose still hadn’t been called down from the sky. It was a fast paced game, and it left just seven children being considered out of the thirty odd kids that had shown up.
“Right then, you all played decently, and you’re moving to your specialties now. We’ve left one seeker, two beaters, three chasers and a keeper as prospects, yeah? Well, we’re fielding you as a team now. You all versus the team as is. We’re short a beater and a keeper. So it’s one bludger in this game, and our chasers can enter the ring, though we’re leaving you an advantage in numbers. Try not to get yourselves hurt.”
Another half hour later and Rose had sent two of the regulars to the hospital ward. The others had to finish tryouts later, but Rose was in.
“Well, Baddock, you’re a mean one with the bat, aren’t you? Every rose has it’s thorns, I guess. Good to have you.”
A smile crossed her face.
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By fifth year Rose was bored. Not with Quidditch or with school work. Just with life. There had to be something more enjoyable than manipulating the social scenes. Rose’s friends all told her to go find a boy, but short of the occasional snog Rose found most men entirely uninteresting. The pretty one promised there was much more to it than that, but Rose wasn’t sure she believed that. Regardless one thoroughly relentless boy, two years older, had been flirting with her for years. She found him amusing, and he hadn’t pissed her off yet. She supposed they were friends, though she knew he wanted to kiss her, and more. She took a lot of pleasure in denying him. But maybe this time she wouldn’t say no.
“Rose. Really, now. Come to the Yule Ball with me.”
She looked carefully at the boy, already in the process of accepting the fact that she was going to say no.
“Okay,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “But only if you fuck me afterwards.”
She heard him suck air into his lungs. Cheek to cheek, Rosalinde indulged in a quick grin before pulling back. The look she planted on her face bespoke how serious she was.
The fellow Alpha composed himself and a wicked looking smile crossed his face. For the first time since meeting her he allowed himself to actually run his eyes over her body while she was watching him. A pleasant shiver ran up Rose’s spine.
“Deal.”
Two weeks and a few hours later, they were in Rosalinde’s room, dress robes long discarded on the floor. The two laid there, side by side, the heaving of their chests finally beginning to calming down.
“That was your first time as well, wasn’t it,” Rose asked.
The boy blushed and didn’t answer for a moment. Rose turned onto her side to look at him. He swallowed, and shut his eyes, embarrassed that she would guess.
“Yes.”
Rose made a small sound in the back of her throat.
“Well that’s fine. We have no habits that have been fallen into. The next time will be different from this one. While you’re still at Hogwarts, I think we should try anything we want. To learn.”
A catty grin spread over her face.
“When you’re up for it,” she began, fingers trailing across his chest, “I’d like to try it with me on top.”
He laughed and pulled her towards his body, relieved that she didn’t care, and aroused at the images the word “anything” had brought to mind.
It was a good six months they had, before he graduated. The “L” word hadn’t crossed the mind of either one. They were in it for the sex, and they both knew it. Then he was gone, and Rose moved from boy to boy as she pleased until she too graduated.
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Her letter from the Ministry. It had finally come. Rose caressed the fine, thick parchment. She took a moment sitting there in her room to revel in its presence before she made her way through the manor to her father’s office. Simon was sitting there alone, spectacles on the tip of his nose when Rose walked in.
“Rosalinde, it’s late. Go back to bed.”
She walked forward anyway, though she felt a strange compulsion to turn back, and set the letter on his desk. Simon looked up from his papers, and reached for the thick package of paper. He sat reading for a moment before he glanced up, the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
“Come here, Rose.”
The girl made her way around behind Simon’s desk, and in a display she had almost forgotten he was capable of her father stood and enveloped her in a hug. His hand on her back directed her towards the couch on the other side of the room.
“Let’s read it once together before you go back to bed, shall we dearest?”
“Yes, Papa, lets.”
“Dear Ms. Baddock,
Congratulations, and welcome to the ranks of the Subsidium.”
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“Rose, when are you going to start bringing men home?”
“When I meet one worth having, Mother.”
“You do realize that you have to get married sooner than later. You’re eighteen, and it’s time you start thinking of these things.
“Trust me, when I bring a man home, I’ll be thinking quite seriously of those things.”
“Well you know your father… Don’t keep him waiting too long, or you won’t have any choice in the matter.”
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“You’re one hell of a woman, Baddock.”
“Thank you.”
“The Concium has actually spent a good deal of time trying to figure out where to place you. Some of the men thought you would be right for some sort of… Cushy job, for lack of a better word. But really, working with you as I have over the past year, I thought you would be restless with something like that. Was I right?”
“Yes. Quite. I get bored easily.”
A chuckle. “I know Ms. Baddock, trust me, I know.” The merriment evaporated from the room as they met each others eyes.
“I recommended you for the Militis. You’ll have a cover job, of course. And you’ll have to irrevocably damage countless people over the course of your career. But we’re painfully short on women in that division, and frankly you’re one of the only girls of your age and- oh dash it Baddock, let’s not beat about the bush- talents I’ve ever met that I thought would actually be appropriate for the job. Before I can tell you anything more, I need to know if you’d like to take it.”
“Damage?”
“Reputations. Lives. Bodies. Minds.
Damage, Ms. Baddock.’
“I see. Well, yes, I think that sounds like just the thing.”
chances i just threw awayalumnus school;; Hogwarts
alumnus house;; Alpha
place of employment;; Ministry of Magic, Dept. of Law Enforcement, Militis
previous places of employment;; Ministry of Magic, Dept. of Crowley Affairs, Subsidium
feelings on career/job;; Well, Rosalinde exited Hogwarts into one of those lovely Subsidium jobs, and by the time she has completed her year, it was painfully obvious that the deceptively delicate looking Rosalinde Baddock had much more up her sleeve than an easy eloquence, sparkling intelligence, and uncannily agreeable personality when she so chose. Yes, she was a bitch, and a sadistic one at that, totally devoted to the Crowley regime. And where do the sadists go for their fun and power trip? The Militus. Yes, at the tender age of 19, Rosalinde Eva Baddock is prancing about ruining lives with a creepy grin on her face.
lessons learnedyour name/alias;; July
rp experience;; ummm… 5+ years.
what can you tell me? Rachel likes Paris Hilton’s doggie.
rp sample;; 
BADDOCK, rosalinde
