DIAMANTE, rowan erika

[rowan erika diamante.]

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NAME: rowan erika diamante and just as her last name suggests her family were a right bunch of middle class snobs. adopted into the dimamante family, her fist name of rowan, given to her at birth was pushed back to become her middle name and the far more civilized name of erika given as her initial name. it was only after she left her previous family did she insist on being called rowan. however in all legal documents she will still appear as erika rowan diamante.
AGE: she may only be a naive seventeen but her history has given her a world of knowledge making her a rather bitter and dry young girl. rowan also lacks most of the youth any normal seventeen year old would display and by actions alone you could confuse the girl as a withering pensioner as she sits alone for hours refusing to even register that there are other people around. the first stages of dementia hitting already?
GENDER: without a doubt female! though saying that you won't catch her doing many things that are stereotypical of her sex, she doesn't do many things specific of any gender unless you count reckless one night stands to be one concerning the male population. she's female in sex though you could consider her to lack in gender. neither masculine or overtly feminine.
SEXUALITY: despite insisting that she’s heterosexual as she has been her entire life, rowan has had the odd encounter with the same sex and although hasn’t fully registered her attraction to them, still finds herself ‘lookin’. unsure in herself if it’s only another means of rebellion against her parents or if it is actually a change in her sexuality. her lack of trust is overbearing and overcomes any sexual or romantic attraction. until she settles down she seems quite content in her own little world, keeping the vast majority at arms length.
CRIME: personally, she would say she didn't do anything, however anything would probably be defined as a little bit of everything. at the age of fourteen she left her adopted, civilized home to live lacking a home. she had a small group of friends who would band together to get whatever they needed, drugs, alcohol, money and partake in anything they saw fitting as fun. this included arson, robbery, prostitution, gbh and the final straw being registered as attempted murder though that was merely for defensive purposes.
PLAYBY: kristen stewart, christ that took me ages to decide but she looks like someone who could have had the life sucked out of 'em meh thinks -shrugs- =]
MEMBER GROUP: street.



LOVE: her own company, small enclosed spaces when alone, the majority of drugs, any form of alcohol or substance that contains alcohol, most things considered self destructive, keeping to herself, extended silences, sarcasm, wit, dry humour, anyone who can talk enough to save her the trouble, sex, one night stands, not having to try at a relationship, being unapproachable.
HATE: vast gatherings of people, being the centre of attention, trying to make conversation, her skills at killing conversations, those who show portray themselves as being overly feminine (especially when female), those who underestimate her simply because she likes to sit alone and in a comfortable silence, closed off spaces with those she doesn’t trust, authoritive figures.
STRENGTHS: spending large amounts of time with her own thoughts must be a pretty neat skill by now, her ability to keep away from people and attract as little attention as possible, with masses of time spent as a child trying to avoid her own family she did get a good bit of reading down and is surprisingly know gable for someone who is pretty street savvy.
WEAKNESSES: rowan lacks the ability to mask most emotion, be is anger, upset, fright, thought her reactions may not be as dramatic as the best of them she still finds it hard to conceal any upset, her ability to divert attention can also be drawn as a weakness making it harder for her to get out of this nasty little anti-social loop she’s put herself in, her insecure nature.
SECRETS: despite presenting herself as a independent and self reliant individual she had a mass of insecurities and the more time she spends alone the greater they become, the part she played in the attempted murder of one individual before getting sent to desolation row is always downplayed though she had a bigger part in it than she lets on, she wants to be sociable.
FEARS: she is petrified of being the centre of attention amongst a mass of people; when it’s just a few she can handle it with mere dislike but the idea of a crowd scares her silly, living in sobriety and having to cope with everything without the aid of alcohol or drugs, becoming a victim despite her attempts to remain unknown and unseen among the other teenagers.
PERSONALITY: self reliant, independent, a loner, awkward in social situations, relaxed only when off her face on some illegal substance, intelligent, witty, sarcastic, a distinctly dry sense of humour, quiet, curious, graceful, self destructive, introverted, insecure, realistic (pessimistic), avoidant of social interactions, lacks a distinct sense of self, mourns over her former self.

HOMETOWN: despite initially being born in the back end of nowhere, also known as England’s vast countryside, the family that adopted her moved with rowan to California at the age of three. It was here she grew up however the few years she spent in new york with the few people she felt a connection with made her consider new york her home though maybe not in fact her hometown.
PARENTS: her biological parents are unknown unless a long paper trail is followed, though rowan likes to believe they died long ago from drug overdoses just so she has nothing to mourn, her adopted parents though william, and donna diamante would both be at the age of forty eight now and whilst william worked as a legal advisor, donna was a stay at home wife who looked after the children during the day.
SIBLINGS: those connected to her adoptive family were three sisters and two brothers, all of whom were younger than her seeing as the first child in the family was the adopted little misfit that was rowan. elise, jennifer and elizabeth all several years her junior and in school, so to is matthew and ryan would be at the age where he is just starting school though he was born after rowan’s departure.
OTHER RELATIVES: despite knowing of no other blood relatives the other four teenagers rowan shared an abandoned house with are considered quite adamantly to be her family, her only family in fact. whereas she considers the family that adopted and raised her to be nothing more than an inconvenience, these were the few that she cared for and the loss of them had such an impact on her, they had to gain a mention.

HISTORY:
a ghost of her former self, a shell of a human, considering the dramatic change rowan has been through in the past few years, anyone with an ounce of sanity would simply assume she was traumatised. one amongst a long list of those fucked up, sexually abused kids that seem to enter desolation row. this though is not even part of the girl’s history but instead something more of an emotional let down, a mourning for her former self and those who made her that way. born in an old abandoned farmhouse, the child was born to drug addicts, at birth her flesh was a deathly pale and she was desperately sick. dumping the baby at the nearest hospital within days of her being born that was in fact that only segment of her past that would include her biological parents. just nameless folk who decided to give their child the best chance it would have. this decision alone influenced rowan to later on decide that they were in fact good people, good people who just chose the wrong path and ended up a little messed up. bad people after all wouldn’t try their hardest to help the poor child and save it from starvation and death. they couldn’t afford to feed the child but instead lived to feed their addictions, a concept that rowan better understands over the past few years however she feels little connection to them and hardly ever allows her thoughts to drift to them. she is simply grateful for the start they gave her instead of one that could have been distinctly worse off.

those parental figure remained just long enough to provide names to the hospital however without a fixed home address, there was never any hope of keeping the child of even tracking them down at a later date. the decision made by both social services and the parents of the child was to adopt her. rowan’s luck it seemed wasn’t running out any time soon as the family who adopted rowan were a childless couple seeking to do a good deed as the girl likes to now think. a good deed to make themselves feel better about their materialistic lives. let’s just say rowan never meshed well with them, dubbed erika from that early age instead of her birth name, at the time rowan thought nothing of it. she even bonded to a degree with her new mother however wasn’t all too keen on her father figure. shortly after rowan was taken into the family, her mother became pregnant and her first little sister was born. their ages weren’t too distinctly different however rowan appeared to never really think much of her little sister or in fact any of her siblings that followed. they were all far too different to her. all stunning and blonde with brilliant blue eyes, she stood out like a rotten brushstroke within a masterpiece. even when the family uprooted to california when she was just a few years old, it did nothing to bound her to her new relatives.

with every addition to the family, rowan grew more distant, she even started to make attempts to make herself appear even more different. her clothing started to change, though she still possessed the elegance and grace the entire family seemed to have been given, rowan did so in unwashed jeans and baggy shirts. for a family so well behaved and strictly brought up this was a massively rebellious turn. at the age of twelve, rowan demanded that she get sent to normal school and be taken out of her home tutoring course. this only lead to her missing classes and being held back grades because she was having far too much fun with her new friends. despite quite often being the youngest in her peer group, rowan was no less knowledgeable, she craved to learn everything that was being talked about however she remained pretty naïve and innocent until the day she left home. at the age of fourteen, rowan believed herself to be worldly wise and not only did she resent her family but she quite simple resented the most of society. her small group of friends were all that really mattered although in particular a girl called noelle. she was something along the lines of rowan’s superior, her mentor if you like and unlike most authority figures she was willing to accept this. probably because she was absolutely in love with the girl three years her senior. when noelle demanded they leave with a few of her other friends then rowan didn’t question it.

those three years were when the girl really came into her own, she wasn’t half as shit with social situations as she may have first thought and became a right little rebel. filled with enthusiasm for life and more so love, she was in her element. the group of five all had their little skills and rowan played the part of the handy little pickpocket. she was built rather pathetically, narrow curves that were in fact a cause for elegance gave her the grace she needed to have skilfully sticky fingers. she was mostly responsible for getting the food, and anything else they may need. along with noelle, the only two girls of the small group she also used her skills in their later prostitution. not only did rowan get paid for having sex with these morbidly obese lonely old men but she also took whatever money they had left in their wallet when they weren’t looking. stereotypically it was the boys who were concerned with the larger robberies however the older she got, the more intrigued she became with what they did. dragging noelle along with her when they went out, rowan was quickly becoming a dab hand at them too. with a decent supply of income the five friends weren’t short of drugs, sex and alcohol. they were in fact perfectly content and living quite a decent life for children without homes.

getting cocky as most will, the group were on a routine robbery to replenish their dwindling resources, a robbery in the home of their drug dealer. not the smartest of acts but the man had tried to swindle them previously and they fancied ridding him of much of his supplies. they were rather naïve to think the male wouldn’t have a decent security alarm in the house, that alarm was in the shape of a small yappy dog. enough to laugh at and kick out of the way but cleverly annoying enough to wake up the owner. alerted to the intrudes he picked up his bat and wandered downstairs only to be ambushed by a bunch of teenagers, they all got a pretty decent beating out of it however it was rowan who was able to wrench a kitchen knife from the wrack and shove it into the attackers back. she earned herself a nasty blow to the head and awoke several hours later with the police storming the silent house. three others had managed to escape however one boy, alex remained motionless on the floor with some definite trauma to the head. the dealer was breathing, face first on the floor and the knife protruding arrogantly from just under his shoulder blade. rowan was the only one there to prosecute, her prints on the weapon used to harm the older male were enough to get her sent to desolation row. like anyone would have, she felt somewhat responsible for the death of her friend and bitter that she had been left to take the blame. unless they had decided like alex she was past help.

still there wasn’t much of her left after the incident and the girl would much prefer to be in her own company than the company of others these days.

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