Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕
Rose France.

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕
Little Rose, Rosie, Doll, Porcelain.

Aɢᴇ﹕
15.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕
Female~

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕
Straight.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕
She is very timid and quiet, she isn't over dramatic with her emotions. She is easily startled by things and ends up crying without actually showing a sign of sadness. She is very pure and innocent in people's eyes and is usually called a doll around company.

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕
4'11"

Tʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕

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Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs﹕
Human.

Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕
Rose had been kept away from the outside world for as long as she could remember. It was mostly her fathers fault for being so possessive of her ever since he other died, but Rosie didn't mind. She loved her father very much and would do mostly anything her father wanted, though that could only go so far. Soon rose started to notice that her father was aggressive to the idea of anything Rose wanted. If she wanted to go outside, he would yell at her till she felt like her ears would bleed, she was almost not even aloud to leave his sight without him getting mad... Rose never had a friend besides her stuffed animals and maids.

Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕
Single~

Qᴜᴏᴛᴇ﹕
"Bunnies are so beautiful, playing in the snow.. Run little bunny, run.. Before reality gets you too.."