<strong>Rose Wilde</strong><br/>http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/natalieportman/natalie_portman_1.jpg (http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/natalieportman/natalie_portman_1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong><br/><br/>Rose is somewhat feral young woman as one would expect from her background and the earlier part of her upbringing. Of course she understands how one must behave in company yet she does not like it. The young woman for the most is honest, almost to the point of being blunt and even perhaps rude.<br/><br/>She is usually uncomfortable in polite society, one might consider her nervous.<br/><br/>Though a predetor by nature Rose is not a murderur or a killer, she does not toy or play with her food and if the truth be told she generally feeds from animals.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Background</strong><br/><br/><br/>Rose Wilde is not the name this gangrel was born with, merely another given name, and in her life and unlife the ‘girl’ had been given many.<br/><br/>Her life began in India or at least the one she remembered; she was the daughter of one of the fine officers that protected the British Empire. Her mother was beautiful distant creature, like some fine painting or ornament to be watched from a distance. Yes her mother was as the princess’s in her books. Just as her father was a gallent  knight perhaps even  prince.<br/><br/>However Claudia as her name was then, was brought up by her Indian ‘nanny’ an Ayah, and she was a spoilt and horrible child, for she was indulged most terribly by all the servants. Yet all ‘Claudia’ craved was her parents to notice her but they were far too busy. Thus the child became more unbearable.<br/><br/>All was almost well, at least Claudia believed so until disaster hit, Cholera…many of the servants were the first to go, then her parents, for some reason she survived. Though it had not saved her father, the wolf blood within kept her strong.<br/><br/>No human found her, for no one came, too fearful of the sickness, and they believed all were dead, for barely any were aware of the child..<br/><br/>It was the wild wolves that came, hungry as they were they broached the scent of death, but the Alpha female would not take the child for she was not prey. Instead she became the girl’s parent. The girl was perhaps five then, and somehow in this environment, within the pack, she learned something that she had never experienced.<br/><br/>Closeness and family.<br/><br/>She ran with wolves for maybe 5 years perhaps more, after all time was less important now. Her name changed again, though this time few could speak it for it was a howl a bark and a scent.<br/><br/>The girl was no longer sickly and spoilt rather she was wild and free…she would have been happy to remain with the pack. But then the two legs came they shot some of the pack and took her away to women that smelled like sterile creatures, dressed in black…<br/><br/>They called her Mary and forced her to walk on two legs with wooden splints, the wood pained her legs and made her feel ill; they beat her when she bit them. In time, some nice couple that were from another country came and took ‘Mary ‘ by now she had at least learned to speak, and to eat in a more civilized manner. These 'nice people' changed her name again Abigail was the one they chose, because they could.<br/><br/><br/>They were good people, they were kind people, or appeared so…but they had not quite understood how feral the girl still was. Also a part of the reason they had her was for status, after all they were even shown in the local papers and had a few lines in the nationals for bringing an Indian wolf child…it also helped that this childe was actually white and from a good family. At least it was believed so. The couple was also working on getting her inheritance for the sake of Abigail of course.<br/><br/>The stories in the press however gathered the attention of another. He pitied the show creature, but also when he finally saw her envied the way she was far more free than he, even bound in clothes she hated. Perhaps it was the wolf blood in her veins that drew him too her. Though he wrestled with himself knowing he must wait for she was still young, not long past her sixteenth year.<br/><br/>Yet this was not too be for after only so long the wild girl could no longer live with in the confines of her parents ideals, the wilds called to her screamed to her. She was sometimes found naked running to find the wolves in her mind. Her ‘father’ knew that the only thing to do was have the girl placed in an asylum.<br/><br/>Abigail was not stupid though and she understood what was going to happen, and would not be placed in some cage, some prison just because she did not fit in.<br/><br/>So she ran, and ran, stripping off for the last time those tight bodices, those impractical skirts, she was so filled with a need to find herself that she never noticed the tree root and then the drop. Abigail fell and lay broken and dying by the side of a river where the wild roses bloomed. The water lapped against her slowly drawing her in…Then he came…his pup would not be gone from this world…<br/><br/>So Abigail became the wild rose, or rather Rose Wilde. After as is cusomamary with Gangrel a year passed and her Sire found her again, thus and for the past few years he has schooled her properly before he presented her into the world of the kindred.