Post by .Rosalie Dracula on Feb 22, 2008 18:54:31 GMT -5
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ROSALIE HARPER VAN ALLEN DRACULA
nickname
birthday;; She became a vampire somewhere in the early 1600’s – her birthdate is unkown.
age;; Became a vampire at the age of 18
sexual orientation;; Straight…?
job;; Killing people and being one of Dracula’s wives
Race;; Vampire
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Personality:
Supportive. Vain. Quiet. Protective. Caring. Dangerous. Rosalie carries herself as she should. Her head held high, she is not one to mess with. Though her heart is made of gold and does nothing but worry for those she loves, its also the heart of a very alive vampire. Her offensive and natural protective instinct can most often get her into troubles that lead to more trouble, but she does it all with open arms if it involves her friends needing her. For a normally independent creature, Rosalie shows signs of never having left behind her human nature. She was a spunky, out-there, over protective teenage girl... and those characteristics still stick with her. She's been alive for almost 300 years, and she has experienced it all. She's quite the sexual character really... always the flirty one and getting herself in messes she can't get out of. her spunk shows she has more personality then she lets on to at times. I guess you can say she's the more... vicious of the wives, due to her sadistic nature and love to kill humans.
Appearance:
Your regular flawless vampire girl. Her blood lines take her back to the first vampires - the first vampires that follow all the myths of the human folk-loor. Her body made a transition from human to vampire bigger then just loosing her inner organ functions... but she herself became more... un real in appearance. Her blood lines travel two ways, causing the Blue Blood and the Dracula blood to clash within her. Part of her is a vampire that no one else is - a vampire that comes with strength liek no other, and the ability to read minds. The Dracula blood gives her that classic vampire characteristic - other then the fact she can't fly nor turn into a demon vampire bat thing. She apparently missed that gene in her change.
Rosalie is very beautiful. Her skin is a pale white that is almost unbreakable - like stone. Though is very soft and luring to the touch to humans, or anything other then her kind. Her long black/brownred hair flows in perfect loose curls all the time, practiclly reaching down to her butt. her heart shaped face completes her, and everything on her face fits perfectly. She has a knack of changing eye color... but only when her denomic form comes to place - in which case they are a black and red; like the fiery corners of hell its self. She is a decently sized girl, eith curves in all the right places, skinny, and about 5'6.
Her demonic form is rare. Only twice has she takne it, and only once has she ever injured someone during it. She looses all normal thoughts in this stage - where she changes physically and mostly mentally. A demon that lay inside her takes over, taking some of its shape on hers - causing her eyes to chance to the true colors of hell, her hair to seem as if its lashing with fire - her fingers and nails grow longer and thinner with a scary presence to them. Her face changes too. Her jaw becomes more werecat like, where her fangs grow.
;; origins
general;; Born in the year 1590 to a family of 3. Rosalie was born into Moldavia, a small part of what today is Romania. Her parents worked as Bakers those 300 years ago – making a weak salary to pay for food to put on everyone’s plate. Rosalie was put to work at 14 - helping at the store and trying to help her families struggle. She had so much talent, even as a young girl. She could’ve been so much, but the lack of money her family had was her only keeper from leaving Romania. Her parents and her knew they were not getting paid enough to stay in Moldavia, and so they moved across to Transylvania – despite the new rumors of vampires inhabiting the old town. Rosalies parents didn’t stay alive long enough to open a new business. They were murdered in town square one night, and no one would tell the 15-year-old girl how her parents died. From then on, she sort of lost her soul.. so to speak. She became numb, not allowing others to get into her and toy with her emotions… she would not speak to anyone; some said the pretty child had even gone mute from her lack of words. And so for 3 years this continued. She spoke to no one, her blue eyes gave blank stares to everyone. She had only wished to die at that point, not fully aware what such a wish would bring her. Then Dracula came along. She was 18, and he was the most powerful thing she’d ever seen. She fed off his power… loving how superior his presence made her feel. So when he killed her and made her one of his Vampire Brides, she fought not.
parents;; Long dead.
siblings;; didn’t have any
other;;
;; roleplaying
Life was shattering. My soul felt as if it was dyeing along side of Zack, slowly ripping pieces of me along with it. My heart was no longer a sanctuary of love and respect for those I saw dear in my life… or a holding place of Zack’s heart… no. In the 3 seconds it took me to be sitting here beside Zack, it had melted into a black hole; to be an abyss. The fact I sat in his blood made my body ache with a pain I hadn’t felt since my human years… and even now the pain was worse then anything I could account for – worse then the deathly long 4 hours of turning. This was an emotional pain that clawed its way to be physical. My broken heart was devouring me… my body… my soul. And ripping my life to battered bits like it was nothing but a twig in its way.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
Within seconds another part of my mind was deliberating how to kill myself… how to end my own life to be with Zack – to join him where ever he went. Hell or heaven – I’d fight my way in either one just to be with him again. But this… this life and death situation was not going to work for me. We had to both be dead or alive… I wanted him back. I needed him back. The pain I felt now was only the effect of knowing he was dead just minutes after ti happened… the pain I’d have to endure after wards scared me. And the fact Zack wouldn’t be by my side anymore scared me even more. I couldn’t stay here with Zoey and Riley; watching them be a happy couple for life and no my lover is dead. I’d rather be eternally dead then live with that. I felt no fear of dyeing a second time… for I doubted it would hurt any more then this. Anyway… anyway to kill me for good. Bleeding to death wasn’t an option, seeing as the wound would heal right away. Falling from a long distance would only temporarily disable me – until my body put its self back together. Only one way to really get rid of me involved someone helping me… and somehow I doubted my friends would agree to chop my body into hundreds of pieces then burn them.
My sobs made my body wretch horribly; my legs and arms smeared in blood that I had grown so used to… the aroma I always associated something good with… the blood that belonged to the boy I fell head over heels for. My eyes stung and my chest bones ached from the cryings affect. I did not dare look away from his face – too afraid the minute I do he’ll disappear all together.. leaving me nothing to hold onto.. nothing to say an official goodbye to. A scream became stuck in my throat.. I wanted to let it out… to scream to everything… to let everything and everyone know my fury and pain. To make everything mourn my loss. I wasn’t aware my hands were violently shaking until I felt Zack’s hand fall from my grasp, but I was quick enough to grab it back before it landed in the pool of blood. My legs were slipping under me, sliding in thin layers of blood as the liquid was forced down hill… making me want to try to bring it all back.. chase after it and gather as much up to bring back to Zack’s body. Just some how try to make his body and mind work again. He couldn’t be dead. Tears left their stains on my cheeks as I had a death hold on Zack’s hand; wrapping both mine around it while beginning to carefully rock back and forth. My bottom lip began to quiver, and my mouth began to speak without my minds permission. “Don’t be dead don’t be dead don’t be dead don’t be dead don’t be dead…” the whispering chants had blocked my mind from realizing the two bodies coming from the trees, their scents washing over the blood was had permanently masked my smell. I did not look at them, not needing to. I did not want them here… I wanted to be alone with Zack… or, what was left. I wanted hem to just go away… leave me alone…
The feminine form came by Zack, and I subconsciously scooted closer to his side, pressing my knees protectively close to his ribs. I shoved his hand and mine close to my chest and let my head fall onto them, still rocking back and forth, sobs still shaking my body violently. “god oh god god oh god… please… baby please wake up…” I wished to myself again. Realizing I looked away, I quickly shot my head back to stare at his motionless face, his partly open eyes… his perfect cheeks… again a series of body retching convulsions shook me, and I felt foolish because I did not realize this whole time that Riley was now beside me. Zoey spoke… and her words made a chain reaction. I hideous snarl exploded from my throat and my wild eyes shot up at Zoey, blazing deep within her skin as if I was expecting my stare to make her skin fall off. “SHUT UP! HE ISNT DEAD! HE ISNT DEAD! SHUT UP!” I did not feel bad for yelling at her… my loud explosion at her practically rocking the forest and shaking its roots. I kept growling at her though my eyes landed on his face once more… kept giving her warnings to back off. Her thoughts of him really being dead were not helping. I had to keep believing he was alive. But something inside me told me I was still too late.
A sickening sound made my attention be dragged away from Zack toward the quick slice of silver against rock, watched with teary eyes, blood stained face, and a wild look of sorrow. I watched him look at the blade then drop it. His hand went from the blade to my waist. I did not want consolation. I did not him or her to be here… I wanted Zack back. More deep, throaty growls vibrated my throat and I jerked my head to Zack, leaning forward a bit then rocking backwards. My breaths had been raspy and shallow, but now they stopped all together, giving me a moving statuesque like appearance. Prying a stiff, frozen hand off Zacks, I traced my small pale limb over Zack’s cheek, holding onto his hand still with dear life. I felt more sobs shake me but ignored them. My baby was NOT gone. No matter what Zoey and Riley said. I stroked his cheek again, feeling a spark… or something in my hand. I twitched, not sure what it meant… but a sudden confidence temporarily over shadowed my fear, and I leaned close to Zack’s face, quietly whispering to him, “You’re not dead. Wake up, Zack. Please… wake up. Wake up for me… I’m back… I won’t ever leave you again… just come back to me…” My hair slipped over my shoulders and acted like walls around my face and Zacks, blocking Zoey and Riley out of my vision totally. I pulled away slightly, risking looking at Zoey – her own teared up eyes and sorrow. I wanted to get up and walk away. Act as if this never happened… simply forget everything and just go- ”Rosalie.” My body froze completely. I felt my eyes widen, and my entire frame shake. Was it my imagination? Or did he really… a massive amount of tears freely flew down my cheeks, but no convulsions shook me this time. Slowly, my head turned to look at Zack, my body unfroze… and my eyes met his. His heartbeat vibrated through my own body, and at that moment I was shocked frozen. The tears that streamed down my face were no longer tears of agony, but tears that I thought I’d never cry… tears of joy. My voice did not work, but my body did. I slowly leaned into his face, putting my two arms behind his head, my hands resting by his hair, and my face by his shoulder. I was sure to stay off his body though, because I didn’t want to be the one to squish him. Silently crying, I buried my face in his cheek, whispering to him, “Welcome back baby… don’t leave me again ;;
;; behind the character
name;; Katy!
years roleplaying;; About 2
location;; Florrrida!
How You found us;; from the original Transylvania site :]
