Name: Dorothy Robertson. She often goes by Dottie or Dot.

Age: 17

Gender: Female

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Personality: Dot is a girl that has certainly got her wits about her. She knows what she is doing no matter what people think about it. Dot tends to work things out differently than some, but it always gets the job done sooner rather than later.

She's very clever, a fact which most people don't realize, partially because most people have never had a straight out conversation with her. Before thirteen Dot was actually the most talkative and chattery child in her town, always having something to say. Always knowing the right time to say it too. She taught, actually she still does, although in different ways. She helped Evelyn Wimbsby learn how to tie her shoelaces and Joeseph Arnold how to make a sound with a blade of grass.

Dottie has the rarest bout of curiosity that has ever walked the earth. It can't seem to be cured. Exploration was never really her thing, but books sure were. Question? Read a book. The public library back home grew due to her time there.

However, she does get a little bit too caught up in what everyone else wants. She tries to do everything to the point where she can't to anything. Dot has gotten a little bit better over the years, but she still has certainly got that passive aggressiveness to her.

Still Dot tends to be a bit "behind the scenes" although she doesn't try to. It's just a whole awful lot harder to be noticed when everyone tries to keep all sensitive around her.

Likes:
Art. Dottie likes to tell people that she paints the things she wants to hear. Watercolors are her personal favorite. They go where they want to go unless you hold them back, Dot thinks she's a little bit like that too.

Winter. The winds of the season especially. The way the cool air nips at your nose, how the frost climbs the trees and houses and the snow falls so delicately.
It's absolutely beautiful. And winter is the time when her paintings sell best because the market is indoors. Even in the Summer she doesn't get quite an amazing turnout.

Color has always held a pretty little place in Dottie's heart. Without color her world would be perfectly dull. She believes that color was put here for her and all the other people who seemed to have not much else to enjoy. Not that Dotties didn't enjoy other things, it's just nice for her to have something for herself.

Also, Dot loves bread. It's a rarity in her household seeing as her younger sister is gluten intolerant. She enjoys eating over at Myles and Celeste's house because the two of them always convince their father to make some excellent garlic bread along with his famous pasta.

Dislikes:
Dot has a particular disdain for those people who sent her sidelong glances when she's trying to sign something to Myles or Celeste. They don't know she sees them, but she does. It's just not polite to stare at anyone, although if they start growing tentacles out of their neck and arms then staring might be a bit hard to stop. But no exceptions.

Water has always somewhat scared Dottie. Not like the little glasses you get at dinner, more like the giant reservoir nearby her house. Big places where she could potentially get lost. Where no one would hear her if she screamed. That's one of the reasons exploring was never something she caught on to.

Peanuts are a problem food with her for two reasons. 1: They're absolutely disgusting and even the smell of them gets her sick (not literally, she tends to exaggerate). 2: She's allergic to them. Dot is fine in the same room, even touching peanuts. But no eating. Not that she'd want to anyway.

Dot isn't a huge fan of her name. Too dull, too one dimensional. Dot and Dottie were vain attempts to spice it up. She lives with it though, if forcefully. She plans to someday change it, although her plan isn't likely to go through properly.

Fears:
Dot is afraid of the unknown. It doesn't fit well with her curiosity, that's for sure. The unknown is one of the reasons she fears death (which doesn't compliment the fairytale very well) because she doesn't know what comes after. The fairytale should offer a bit of comfort, but what Dottie needs are cold hard facts.

Seclusion also haunts Dottie from behind. She's felt it before, for a short while, and doesn't want it to strike again. Death could mean staring at a wall of dirt for eternity. The thought of that scares her guts away.

A somewhat irrational fear that Dottie possesses is the fear of having her door open at night. It always has to be closed no matter what. Dottie just has an instinct that tells her 'Dot, kid, shut your door'.

Backstory:

Dot was finally born at home on a Saturday morning a day after she was due. Her mother wasn't new to this sort of thing, she knew what she was doing. After all, the woman had given birth to nine boys, all in that very same house.

This time though, she was ecstatic. It was a girl! Her mother would never tell anyone, but with nine boys, however useful they were, she still desperately needed a little girl.

Dottie was named for her great aunt, a woman who basically raised her mother from the age 4. Dorothy Holbrook adored Dot as well.

The girl seemed to grow and learn faster than all the other children. She was sick often, yes, but Dottie never ceased to keep learning. She'd had friends all her life, but the year she started school was he year she met the people she'd be stuck to forever.

Myles and Celeste Vermarned, siblings. Celeste was a year older than Myles, and Myles was a few months younger than Dot. Myles had been deaf in both ears since the age of two. Dot never asked about it, so she never got an answer. The three caught on quickly, the Vermarned kids teaching Dot how to sign to make for more interesting conversations.

Uncounted hours were spent signing insults at passers by and only getting a strained sympathetic smile. The three would practically roll around laughing. That was certainly the golden age.

Her hearing started to get a bit hazy around when she turned twelve years old. At first, she thought nothing of it. It continued for about a year to get worse and worse. One day, summer, Dottie was reading inside the house when unbeknownst to her, her mother called out that it was time for dinner. Her mother always called twice and if you didn't come there's no way she was going to get you. The was no time for a lady with nine boys and two girls was going to wrangle all of them up. Well, she didn't hear, even in the room next door with it's flimsy walls, actually, this was the quietest her house had ever been.

The world, in her eyes, felt a little bit more closed after that, it wasn't ever quite the same. She didn't loose her friends, nah, Myles and Celeste were stuck with her. Everyone else just felt distant though. She didn't talk anymore. Her excuse was that she didn't like feeling it and not hearing it.

After that, Dot painted a lot. People would watch her when she painted outside, so intent on her work, and her family would often pause to look at what she was doing when she was inside. This was definitely her calling, and it brought in the dough, so how was anyone to complain.

Still, Dot says she wouldn't change her childhood for anything. All the good outweighed the bad, therefor she's alright with whatever.

Theme: Music of the Night, Phantom of the Opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber.

What are your feelings toward the selection?
Oh Dot is a little bit apprehensive. Chances are, nobody is going to know sign language and she'll have to bring a notebook to hold anything close to a conversation. Sign language makes everything so much easier.

And those poor poor boys! Did they have a choice? Dot doesn't know the least bit about them, but still. How are they supposed to go: Hello future wifey lets go and eat a moonlit dinner and then get married!

What is your opinion of the Royal family?
Dottie knows nothing about them other than their names. She doesn't fit in very well with the gossip so nothing really comes up in conversation about them. Still, their names sound a whole lot less dull than Dorothy Robertson. They can't be that bad.

Do you relate to your ancestor? How so?
Dottie doesn't really get the whole death thing, but she does relate to the fact that she needs to reach for what she wants and not hold back for everyone else. She's trying to work towards being better at that, she tries.

What would you do as royalty?
Dottie would likely make herself rather memorable, not keep to the sidelines unnoticed. She would also eat a lot, and probably slide down a few banisters. And read! Think of all the books!

But if she had the chance to do something important, it would probably be to go out and teach, not be some princess or queen or whatever, just be Dorothy Robertson.

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1 I wrote more poems! I can't remember what these are called but they should be great. (I think I'd cry if your names were any longer) StargazerintheTardis RxseSxciety

Rad
Yay for happiness and fabulousness and coolness and being awesome
Lovely to the whole center of the universe
Even nicer than nice
Everlastingly cooler than moi

Terrific
Onions are the only thing that makes me cry as much as the feels that I get from your characters
Not the least bit salty. I aspire to loose my salt.
Kool Kid since forever
Super Tonks

I failed, please forgive me

2 I thought the song (The Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet) was really great. I think it fit the story, one, from where it came from, and two with he bittersweet sound of everything.

3 copycatsue 
TwoHeartsBeat15
ventivigne

I probably did those in the wrong order, RIP.

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