Post by ROSEMARY MARINO on Apr 30, 2012 1:09:24 GMT -6
AND SO BEGAN MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH WATER
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style] ROSEMARY EIGHTEEN CONCERT VIOLINIST/STUDENT BISEXUAL alias/name: Fiona age: Twenty-two country: United States face claim: Gemma Ward how you found us: Cait's my ho | [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]back to basics -- ♠[/style] NAME: Rosemary Nerissa Marino. [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]freestyle -- ♠[/style]NICKNAMES: Rose or Rosie but I wouldn't suggest calling me Mary. BIRTHDAY AND AGE: I'm eighteen and I was born on March 19th so that makes me a Pisces. GENDER: I'm definitely all woman. SEXUALITY: I don't discriminate by gender. Why rule out the love of your life by such a silly requirement? MEMBERGROUP: I affiliate with the outer senshi. I was born in Nice, France, a southern French city located right on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. My father was a very well established freelance fashion photographer whose pictures consistently graced the covers of such magazines as Harper's Bazaar, Elle, and even Vogue. My mother, a French socialite, was bred from old money and valued tradition above all else. She insisted that I was brought up as a proper lady and I received an education that would only be fitting of such a family. I received a private tutor and other supplementary lessons such as ballet and horseback riding. While other girls were allowed to spend the days splashing in the water at the beach, my mother required that I spend the large majority of my free time studying. By the time I was eight, I had figured out that ballet just wasn't working for me. Despite years of practice, I would never be a prima ballerina because my attention had wandered to other activities. From listening to the musicians at ballet, my love of the violin had begun and I was intent on seeing if I could create such beautiful artistry. Knowing my mother would be heartbroken that I would never dance at the Paris Opera House, I went straight to my father who went out that day to buy me my first violin. It quickly became apparent that I had found my calling as I surpassed other young musicians my age. I eventually took up painting as a hobby, too, loving the free expression a simple paint and brush could give me. Although I wasn't quite as good as with the violin, I can proudly say that they aren't half bad. It was around ten that I started noticing that some of my dreams began to occur in real life. I remember that this odd occurrence began happening with minor things like seeing a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest or having seen someone in a dream before that I had never met. However, this continued to develop into larger scale events and rather than being just a little secret I could giggle about, it turned into a curse. One afternoon, I had a vision of three subways and a bus blowing up and people mourning family members. The next day, the 2005 London bombing happened. I never said anything to anyone, believing that they would think I was insane and make me see a therapist or worse, commit me into a mental hospital. It was my little secret, along with the paintings that I sometime created about these disasters. Since I had been such a perfectionist with my tutor, I aced through tests to enter college and had my fair choice of institutions to attend. For a while, I was torn between Brown University or focusing on my talents as a musician and going for Juilliard. In the end, my decision was made in one of my dreams and I just felt like my destiny (as silly as I know that sounds) was calling me at Juilliard. I start classes this fall and I have already moved to New York to get used to the city. It's much different from Nice and I miss the beach so much, but I feel like I'm meant to be here. In a sense, there's a shift in the tides and it feels like everything is about to change. |
