Roisin "Rosy" Gallagher - Ireland

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::Basic Information::

Name: Roisin “Rosy” Gallagher
Age: 25
Birthday: March 17th

Appearance: Roisin is a slender young woman who stands only 5’ 2” tall and bears some lovely curves (in certain places). Her skin is pale except for a smattering of freckles across her nose and on her shoulders. She has wild, curly, red hair that tumbles over her shoulder and is always getting in her face. She has very expressive shamrock green eyes and she’s just as quick to smile, as she is to smirk.

She likes to mix and match her clothing, but usually wears long sleeve blouses under either a vest or a jacket on top, and either skirts, jeans, or corduroys on the bottom. Her preferred footwear will always be a pair of boots or nothing at all. When it starts getting cold she will wear a scarf to keep her throat warm, and sometimes when it’s warm out she may wear a sundress. As it is her favorite color, she always wears at least something green. The one thing she never takes off is a simple silver necklace with a charm shaped like a music note.


Strengths

[+] Willing to face obstacles and her fears
[+] Hard working and doesn’t give up
[+] Compassionate
[+] Nonjudgmental
[+] Great ear
[+] High alcohol tolerance. She can drink just about anyone under the table.
[+] Sharp minded and quick witted
[+] Lucky: When her luck is good, it's really good.
[+] A good brawler and scrapper. She follows the do-whatever-you-need-to-to-win school of fighting.

Weaknesses

[-] Stubborn and sarcastic
[-] Easily manipulated by puppy-dog eyes
[-] Sore throats
[-] Overworks herself to the point of collapse
[-] Ignores her own feelings and let’s them build up
[-] Klutzy
[-] Sometimes she speaks without thinking
[-] Paralyzing fear: In particular, snakes and bad luck charms.
[-] Unlucky: When her luck is bad, it's really bad. (Murphy must have her on speed dial.)

::Special::

For Academy Instructors (Mutants Only)

Power: Sound Manipulation, Siren Song/Banshee Cry
Brief Description of Abilities: Roisin is extremely in tune with the frequencies of the world around her, can match her voice to any pitch, and increase its amplitude enough to shake foundations. She is innately aware of a structure’s resonance and by matching her voice to it she can shatter almost any solid object like glass (the only exceptions being plastics and rubber). Her precise vocal control makes it very easy to imitate voices. She can momentarily stun people using a harsh, sharp, cry or lull people into a trancelike state with soothing melodies. As a side effect of her powers, she has very sensitive hearing. Sudden loud or high noises can cause her considerable pain if she isn't expecting it.
Subject(s) Taught: Music, Combat/Power Control

::Advanced::

Personality: Roisin is a vivacious young woman who believes in living in the moment and dreaming about the future. She speaks her mind, even when it isn’t appropriate, and tries to live without regret and find harmony in her life. Despite her small stature she is no shrinking violet. She will stand up for the things she believes in and the people she cares for, no matter what the odds.

She is a very compassionate person and cannot stand to see someone in pain without doing anything, especially if they are younger than her. She feels like she is a big sister to some of the students and feels it’s her responsibility to look out for them. This is part of why she decided to teach at the academy. She tries to always be available if one of the students want to talk, but very rarely speaks about her own past or her own problems. When she does feel low, she sings to cheer herself up. Then again, she sings no matter how she’s feeling, so it’s not a very accurate indicator of her emotional well-being. The same goes for drinking, although she is a responsible drunk.

She tries to stay open minded, but can get angry and snappish. It is not easy to get back in her good graces if you seriously tick her off, and especially if you betray her. You will have to either butter her up for days (giving trinkets, booze, or cupcakes) or have the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes in existence.

Although she wants people to rely on her, she is very independent and self-sufficient. She has taken care of herself before and doesn’t want to be a burden, especially when she feels that she owes the Academy so much.

Once you are close to her heart, she will do anything in her power to keep you safe and happy.

History: Roisin was born in Dublin where she spent most of a very happy childhood with her mom and dad. They never had much, but they lived comfortably, with her dad working in a store and her mother teaching music lessons to pay the bills. She would teach Rosy along with the students. Things stayed that way until she was twelve years old.

That was when she blew the windows out of their house.

It had been just another music lesson with some of the kids who had been coming to her mother for years. They were going over a song they had started last week, Vivaldi’s Laudamus te. She and Dale were singing while his sister Molly played the piano and her mother listened and gave them pointers. She was enjoying the music, letting the sound swallow her up, when something just clicked into place. She hit her note and the windows panes warped like cellophane before shattering with the tinkling sound of glass hitting the ground.

Molly had screamed, running from the house with her brother on her heels. Her mother had held her close, clutching her tightly and promising it would be ok along with a dozen other things. And Rosy had known. She was the one who did that. She had hit the windows’ note. It was ringing in her ear.

It wasn’t ok, either.

Less than a week later, she was woken up by angry shouting outside the house. Her mother ran into her room with a bag and told Rosy to get into her coat and boots while she stuffed clothing into the sack. Rosy was hustled down the stairs to the back door. She could hear her father yelling back at the crowd, pick out every voice shouting ‘MUTANT!’ and ‘FREAK!’ She could hear who every person was, as her mother shoved all the money from her purse into Rosy’s hand. She told her to run, go to Galena City, be careful, be strong, and don’t stop until your there.

So Rosy ran. Her little bundle bouncing on her back and her mother’s necklace thumping lightly against her chest.

It was a very long way to Galena, and the money wasn’t enough. She was able to get out of Dublin, but getting out of Ireland was another story. With no way to earn enough money to get a ticket of the island or afford to rent a place Rosy was alone and frightened. She avoided police and people in general for fear of being found out. Those nights she spent on the streets, waking up to the echoes of MUTANT! in her head.

During one of those nights, a woman who ran a local shelter found her asleep on the curb and took her into the shelter. Rosy woke up and panicked, shattering several glasses with her screams and expecting the worst. But the woman was still kind to her, and the children weren’t afraid of her mutant power. For the first time in a long time, Rosy was safe.

She started singing again, and practiced until she was sure she could get through a song without destroying anything. Soon enough she was earning money by singing at street corners, saving it up until she could afford a boat ticket.

Wishing all at the shelter well, she set off to England where she continued to sing for a living, live sparingly, and renting a small room. She continued this pattern from city to city, place to place, country to country. She learned to be independent, and face her fears. Relied on the kindness of strangers and built up a thick skin against those who weren’t so kind. Singing on the streets, or in clubs, or wherever people would pay for a song for four years until she made it to Galena.

She entered the Academy and with a lot of hard work managed to catch up on the four years of school she missed earning high marks. Upon graduating she decided to turn the Academy into her permanent home and become an instructor. She has gained significant control over her powers and continues refining them. It is with this hard fought control that she teaches younger mutants to control their own powers, and slips in the street fighting she learned while traveling. During the training sessions she was given the nickname “Encore.” She heard about people who can sing two notes at once and is currently trying to figure out how to apply this to her powers.

She enjoys teaching music more than anything else. Although she lives at the Academy, she continues to sing at a local bar.

A few years ago she tried to find her parents. She learned that her mother died of tuberculosis less than a year after she left and know one knows what happened to her father.


Sample RP: Dust filtered through the light, kicked up by the rhythmic thump thump thump of Rosy's fists against leather. The punching bag swayed on its chain with a creaking sound. The thoughts filtered through her mind, carrying with them mismatched memories. The thud of fist to leather overlapped be the thwack of fists on flesh. The creaking of the chain carried away by the groans of people. The only sound that remained the same in both of her realities was the harsh sound of her breathing.

Sweat slid down her neck as she continued her workout on the bag. She enjoyed these late night workouts. They helped her work off the stresses of the day and beat back the ghosts of the past. The sounds built up in her mind, flooding her brain until she let out a shout.

The chain links shuddered and snapped with a crack. As the bag thunked on the ground, she could only shake her head at her loss of control.

She ran a taped up hand through here damp hair, pushing it out of her face as she brought her breath back under control. Mentally she put her past back where it belonged; the past. As she set to the task of moving the broken bag off to the side an old song fell thoughtlessly from her lips.

All thing shall perish from under the sky, music alone shall live, music alone shall live, music alone shall live, never to die...

She needed a glass of whiskey.

::OOC Information::

Name/Nickname: Just call me Rosy
Age: 22
Time Zone: Eastern
Experience: Irelands.... Irelands everywhere. (DERP, PEC, Mythos, Angles/demons)
Contact Info: Just ask, pm me, or send a message by carrier parakeet.

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