Appearance:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m137/doodad64/062edf50-33dd-481d-9dd0-6ca4318dd08f_zps0dff9323.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Age: 18<br/>Race: Human<br/>Name: Rosette Starstream<br/>Nickname: Rose<br/>Personality:<br/>-Adventurous<br/>-Smart, but naive<br/>-Reserved, but flirtatious rarely<br/>-Honorable<br/>-Secretive<br/><br/>Extra Information:<br/>Rosette has just graduated from the Academic Academy similar to High School and was heading for a career as a Doctor, however, odd things that plagued her past often creep up to haunt her at times, making her think that she shouldn't try and become a Doctor that helps people, since people seem to get hurt around her at times.<br/><br/>She is good with computers and software, especially hacking and cyber forensics. He has an odd sense that she has accredited to be normal after a lifetime of experience. She can sense the location of people and other life forms, like plants and animals. Inanimate objects even register with her at times, but only if she concentrates. There were times when she was upset or panicked when she could have sworn she had moved something with her thoughts, but dismissed it due to her imbalanced state of mind. This is something she obviously keeps secret from everyone for fear of hospitalization.<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>*Crunch*, *Crunch*, *Crunch*, *Crunch*, *Crunch*, *Crunch*....<br/><br/>The fresh snow compacted beneath her shoes as she walked down the sidewalk, a lone hover car whizzed by her on the road, the only other sound in this still night. Rosette had been late getting home, needing to stay late at her new job, reception at the town hall.<br/><br/>She swore under her breath. It was damn cold! She thought herself stupid for wearing a skirt and not her thick stockings, Only the thin ones she wore from her old school uniform were in her bag. She was glad there was no wind tonight or her legs would chill even more than they are now.<br/><br/>A police Droid appeared from around the corner making her jump. She hated those things. She never knew when they were coming.<br/><br/>"Citizen. It is past curfew. Please return to your residence." it's robotic voice seemed colder than the falling snow now gathering on it's metal head.<br/><br/>"I'm going home now, officer." she said. It simply nodded and continued on, the sound of the servos in it's legs slowly diminishing as it walked away. She quickened her pace. The snow was making her silvery hair damp now and she feared sickness. She wasn't far from her new apartment now, but a brief thought stopped her that she wouldn't make it for some reason, then she sensed people nearby.<br/><br/>On cue, a man turned the corner in front of her and blocked her path. Another stepped up behind her, holding a long metal pole in his hand. Both were wearing ragged clothes and bandannas, their hair in imaginative styles and face so pierced they probably whistled if they ran too fast.<br/><br/>"Oi, darlin'" the man in front began, leaning against the building he came around, his British accent unmistakable, "Wha's a nice thing like you doin' in a place like this a' this time o' night, love?"<br/><br/>"Please, I just want to go home." Rosette said, clutching her bag in her arms. All of her money and ID cards were in there and if they were stolen she would be ruined.<br/><br/>"Well look ee' ere', mum." he said, "It's late, we're bored, You're here. Why not spend a few minutes wit' us an 'ave some fun, eh?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, we wont hurt ya, love. We jus' want a good time." the one behind added. She backed into the wall and began to panic.<br/><br/>"Leave me alone!" she yelled, but they just laughed and advanced on her, grabbing her wrists and forcing them open. Her bag dropped to the snow and she cried out, "No!!" Now pinned to the wall, she was breathing hard trying to struggle against his grip. Rosette cringed and her gaze sternly met the man holding her so she stared into his eyes.<br/><br/>"You don't want to do this." she stated flatly. The man's eyes glazed over for a moment and his grip weakened but not enough for her to get free.<br/><br/>"I don't want to do this...." he muttered as if in a trance. His buddy lightly punched him in the shoulder and he shook his head.<br/><br/>"Oi, snap out of it, mate." he said, "Watcha spacin' out for?" Again his grip tightened and he reached for her shirt, ripping it open and popping buttons off her blouse, the cold air now biting her bare skin and giving her goosebumps. Rosetta screamed, tears running down her face...