Rowan Kestrel Amber

[rowan kestrel amber]

ROWAN KESTREL AMBER




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You may know me as Amethyst from A long time ago. , but soon you're gonna know me for my charries. I’m getting rid of them, so one. are pretty damn awesome! In fact, they're stuffed TURKEY & puddin! I've been doing this for nearly five years out of the seventeen I've been on the planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a line at msn/facebook here.

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→ FULL NAMERowan Kestrel Amber
→ NICKNAME Ro or Rowan
→ AGE 21 years old
→ GENDER female
→ SPECIES vampire
→ BLOOD TYPE AB Positive
→ OCCUPATION Artist

→ PLAY BY Avril Lavigne
→ HAIR Rowan has long blond locks that extend to the middle of her back. They are usually curly at the ends, but her hair is quite soft to the touch.
→ EYES She has a gray blue eyes, that make her look as innocent as a doe.
→ STATS Five Foot Three Inches, Roughly around 115 pounds
→ BODY Rowan is short and thin
→ FEATURES Rowan doesn’t have anything unusual that stands out, but she has a few scars from when she was child.
→ WARDROBE Rowan has this trendy sort of style, wearing what she wants, but not wearing something someone famous would wear, she likes to be someone who blends in with the crowd, not stand out.
→ OTHER FORM None

→ LIKES
Drawing
Painting
Soft music
Silence of a cold winter night
Paintings
Solitude
Books
→ DISLIKES
Fire
Thieves
Loud Noises
Dogs
Cold
Summer weather
Fog
Ice
→ STRENGTHS
Drawing
Avoiding the world
Nimble fingers
Giving advice
→ WEAKNESSES
Chocolate
Sleeping in
Cats
Small children
→ SKILLS
Drawing
Reading between the lines
→ FEARS
Snakes
Spiders
Dogs
→ FULL PERSONALITY
Rowan is one of those kinds of people who enjoy living alone, only because it helps with her thought process to draw and keep distractions to a minimum. Without that, she probably become cranky and moves out to find somewhere else to be. She’s not one to be loud and obnoxious as she sees it in some people who act like the world is going to end soon. She’s one of those girls who doesn’t find fashion interesting or makeup and doesn’t wear a lot of it because it only distracts from the true beauty of someone. She likes listening to the silence of a cold winter night, as you smell the snow in the air as its ready to fall upon the pavement.

→ MOTHER Iola Amber, 49, Human, Alive
→ FATHER Henry Amber, 52, Human, Alive
→ SIBLINGS Leif Amber, 29, Human, Alive
→ IMPORTANT PEOPLE none
→ BIRTHPLACE Toronto, Canada
→ BIRTHDAY December third nineteen eighty-nine
→ FULL HISTORY
Rowan started life out in Toronto, Canada, on the morning of December the Third Nineteen Ninety. She was the second and first daughter of Henry and Iola Amber, who worked as a Surgeon and a Lawyer, respectively. Her older brother, Greg was the one who often helped take care of her along with the nanny they had because their parents were never truly there to give them any attention. Their father was on call twenty-four hours and was never really home, if he was it wasn’t for very long and was only to rest. Iola was often the one who was home the longest, but she often worked on her cases and left the kids to their own devices to keep them out of her hair and to hope that she got her work done before the next ruling.

Their childhood was often filled with different nannies and private schools. Their father often had affairs with the nannies when their mother had to go somewhere for a few days and he was left to take care of them. Often resulting in new nannies when their father got bored and to keep that he was having affairs with them from their mother. The two split when Rowan was ten and Leif was eighteen. The split was hard because Rowan often had to go between the two parents every other month or so and often times having to get used to the change of having friends at both houses, but never seeing them enough. Her schoolwork was what kept her busy and kept her friends close. The one thing her parents didn’t do was switch schools on her. It was easy for her to keep the school friends close, but the ones she made at her different homes were often forgotten when she went back to the other parent’s house.

When Rowan turned 16 she ended up moving in with her brother up in New York, only because it was a stable living place and she wasn’t moving around a lot. Her parents had plenty of work hours that made her forgotten and she was often spending time with an empty house instead of one filled with a parent. At least with her brother, Leif, she would always be able to see him and know that she wouldn’t have to move back and forth to see him. Her parents still paid for a private school hoping she would get the best education, but at this point she really could have cared less if she went to a private school or not. Her interest was art. Drawing and Painting. She didn’t care if her parents wanted her to be something like them, she would rather be an artist than work as something with long work hours if no time to see people.

After graduating high school, she ended up going to one of the local art schools. Her parents didn’t like it, but it wasn’t their choice to make. Since they hadn’t been in her life for most of it she had control of what she wanted to do and how she wanted it done. Her brother easily accepted her choices and allowed her to control her life having been in that step some years ago. By now she’s still living with her brother, but is often times not there or he’s not which tends to give an empty atmosphere for her to do her thing. The two tend to leave each other alone and know when one needs their space. Rowan can often be found sitting somewhere outside drawing as people walk by.

Sometime during the spring months, Rowan found herself walking home alone, when she came upon a man, who otherwise looked normal. While bending down to pick up her fallen art supplies, she was faced to face with a man who would later be her killer. Having defined his style of fun, she found herself walking away and then falling on the pavement with a gunshot wound to the left leg. Trying to get him to take her to a hospital, she found herself calling to a hunter who had been walking nearby. With what she thought was the death of the man, the hunter brought her to safety, but not to the place where she wanted to go off to. Having heard the gunshots of the hunter being killed, she started to worry that she was no longer safe again. She spent the last few minutes of her life, wondering how this man, who she had figured out to be a vampire would save her life, if anything. She was dead for a few seconds before being turned by Lord Xavier. Where she's begins a new life with the nightlife.

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Rowan felt sorry for Haven, to have to live with such guilt and torment. She was trying to help him if Nikolai couldn’t. There had to be something to make the elder vampire stop reliving those memories. She felt sorry that he felt like he couldn’t let those things go. To let the wind hoist them away in the breeze, she wanted to help him feel like everything was fine.

“Haven. Stop reliving those memories. Can’t you see they are only causing harm to your mental status? That was centuries ago that it happened. Do you think people want to burn you alive now? Probably not with this entire craze about vampires in those moving pictures. Just remember that it wasn’t your fault. Those people didn’t see what happened to know the whole truth. You’re lucky to have a brother like Nikolai to help you with those things, to save you. To be there for you.” Rowan was trying to make him come back over to the balcony to get out of the way. She was gently leading him back with her hand on his forearm to get him out of the way of the humans who had glares on their faces. She gave them a nasty glare back at them, wishing she could have made them go into a panic and start freaking out within the mall.

Memories were a terrible thing to keep. Especially each time Rowan dwelled upon one in particular. She had gone back to her homestead where she grew up at to see that it wasn’t there anymore. A fire had burned it to the ground. Her family was gone, dead, destroyed with the fire. Marius had warned her about going back there because people would have thought her a ghost returning to haunt the village. She ignored his warning and paid the price. There were things she regretted deeply, but she brushed them aside knowing they couldn’t come back to harm her. Her family was gone. There was no one left for her, but Marius. Whereas Haven had Nikolai as family, the only connection left to his human life. She had nothing. Grew up poor and a farmer to now living like an old maid drawing her tears away.

“Those memories keep us moving on, Haven. You’ve never learned because you’ve never tried to let them go. Just once, let them be free. Let them loose. You won’t until you’ve tried. Learn the hard way of your mistakes or take the easy route. I chose the hard way when I tried to go back to see my family. They ended up dead; the town closest to us burned the homestead to the ground. They were gone. Every one of them gone, because I showed my face to the townsfolk after my parents had said I was gone dead to them. Those are the regrets I hold on to because it makes me think of the mistakes I don’t want to let others to have to go through. Haven, you’ve seen stuff every one of us would love to see in our immortal lifetime, even those younger than you can let those small mistakes go, because it’s the only thing they can do,” Rowan felt like going on, but she was unsure of what else to put clear to the elder vampire.

Something came to her, when she stood by the balcony looking at the honey-blond male vampire. She set her bag down and grabbed the new sketchpad, opened the cover flap and grabbed the box of colored pencils she had just bought and started to draw out a picture. Note, the information she got this all from, was from Haven’s thoughts. He seemed to be having them come out of nowhere with the rage he had. She had made the death of the young teenage girl, seen plain as day. In that same scene, she drew the pyre that Haven was on. Not finishing the entire pyre, she made it look like the wind was making it disappear with it into the night sky. She wanted to help Haven forget those terrible acts in his life and make him seem more enjoyable to be around instead of this sad lonely vampire male.

She finished the image in what seemed like record time, but she had been practicing with accurate detail to draw that fast. Though a human wouldn’t have seen her drawing because she hid it from plain view as she whisked each of the colors around to show the scene as Haven described it, and then Rowan adding a few touches to make the memory look like it was getting erased. “Haven, things aren’t perfect, but you can make the most of the things that are available seem the most enjoyable while you have them. This probably won’t change anything, but its something that can help you forget that memory in your life that haunts you the most. I’m sorry if I raided your thoughts to draw this out. I wasn’t trying to intrude. You were fueling those thoughts like wild fire.”

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