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palelyloitering) wrote2019-04-06 12:30 pm
palelyloitering) wrote2019-04-06 12:30 pm
About Rosalie
Name: Rosalie Elizabeth Mulligan (formerly Baker)
Age: Eternally appears 28 (actually 122); turned into a vampire in 1925. Her birthday is May 8th, 1897.
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Bisexual disaster.
Religion: Catholic; she never takes off the silver cross necklace given to her by her grandmother. Her faith is like a comfort blanket; it’s one of the few comforts she can cling to, and so she does. She tends to get testy when people try and debate her on her faith, or when people crack jokes for her being a vampire of faith.
Even when Rosalie first turns as a vampire and blossoms into a wild child for a good decade, she still prays every night. And in spite of the fact that she is, herself, fairly vocal about the church’s many, many flaws, she still considers herself Catholic and attends mass when she can.
She considers her condition as a vampire a curse; her cross to bear, so to speak. And so she bears it, though not without stumbling over several bumps in the road along the way.
Fashion: In the present day, Rosalie tends to favor a combination of 1920s and grunge; one of her hobbies is sewing, (she also knits, crochets, etc.), of which she has years of practice from her long life. She enjoys making her own clothes and accessories; beyond that, she prefers shopping from thrift stores and clearance sales in malls. It’s rare that she even window shops at any place more high end than Macy’s. She unabashedly loves prints, flannel, plaid, and any kind of shiny dress that doesn’t go below her knees. She constantly has baubles and trinkets (that can and have often doubled as weapons) in her hair.
Music: Rosalie loves older music; stuff from around/just after her own time period (Paul Whitman and his Orchestra, Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra, etc.) and classic rock from the 50s through the 80s. That being said, she’s fond of any music she can dance to (she loves Whitney Houston) and one of the hills she will gladly die on is how much she loves Taylor Swift; fight her.
Her favorite song currently is “Uninvited” by Alanis Morrissette. Her ringtone changes between “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne and “Whipping Post” by the Allman Brothers. Sometimes “Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift. It all depends on her mood.
Color: Her favorite colors are silver, gold, and red.
Animals: Look, she loves cats a lot. She will never drain/eat anything even remotely resembling a cat, whatsoever. Her current cat, Xavier, is The Best Boy, thank you very much.
Food/Drink:She no longer needs to eat regular food but that doesn’t stop her from binging on ice cream every now and again. Also meat barely cooked actually does a lot to help her blood cravings. She loves a good cocktail, particularly a decently made Cape Cod, and gin and tonic. Rum and coke’s a good combo, too.
As for blood, she favors deer when it comes to animals. However, though Rosalie herself does a lot to restrain herself, her early years of partying as a vampire have left her addicted to the taste of human blood. She participates with willing blood donors; pays them with money or a favor, drugs, etc. in exchange for letting her feed on them.
Personality/Background: Rosalie was raised in a strict, religious household, spending her life trying to adhere to her family’s rules and please her loved ones. Essentially a nun in training, Rosalie grew up sheltered with only her governess, tutors, and children of her parents’ friends for company. She went where she was told to go; avoided speaking to whoever her parents found unworthy. Hell, she married Henry because her parents all but picked him out for her, throwing the pair of them together throughout the years for this very purpose.
Yet the marriage wound up working out in the end; Henry turned out to be a good friend, even if Rosalie never truly loved him beyond friendship. The same, as it turns out, for Henry; they grew close; close enough that Henry entrusted her with his greatest secret in the wake of conceiving their only child: that he much preferred the company of men. While this revelation shocked her greatly, Rosalie could never bring herself to betray Henry; she kept his last name after his death as both a means to pay tribute to him and to remind herself of what she’s lost. This conversation is one of the many turning points of her life, opening her eyes up to the ways of the rest of the world outside of her family’s cloistered privilege. And, later in life, this moment helped to open Rosalie’s eyes up to her own sexuality.
Quiet and shy by nature, Rosalie buried herself in her schoolwork, books, needlework, and other activities deemed appropriate for a lady of her station by her mother. Despite the loneliness, Rosalie found joy wherever she could, whether in walks around the family estate or in attending church with her family.
Nonetheless, even a quiet girl like Rosalie has plenty of cracks beneath the veneer of her virtues. Her family would argue her curiosity as her greatest flaw/sin, but even Rosalie has some pride; she has always valued her own intelligence and capability for critical thinking, even in spite of her family’s wants. But that same pride can also come back to bite her in the ass; growing up wealthy and privileged, and with much of her time spent with her head tucked away into a book or lost up in the clouds, it is very easy for Rosalie to become wrapped up in her own self-importance and/or problems while ignoring and/or stomping all over everyone else’s. Even in spite of all she’s been through since her childhood, this is very much something she still struggles with.
Impatient and with a temper quick to flare up, she could argue and fight with her siblings and friends for an eternity if provoked. Raised to ‘always act like a lady’ takes its toll on a girl; Rosalie has a tendency for impulsive and reckless decisions, such as the time she once broke her mother’s favorite vase in retaliation for not allowing her to read a certain book. (Les Miserables, for reference.) Or that time she snuck out of her house against her husband’s wishes in order to sneak into a speakeasy with a friend, ultimately leading to her becoming a vampire.
Rosalie has always felt deeply but grew up in an American family very much trying to emulate the whole British stiff upper lip ideal. She’s vulnerable and volatile, a potentially dangerous combination that only turns into quite the powder keg once she becomes a vampire.
Thanks to an ancient sire named Sylvia, rumored to have been alive since the 14th century, Rosalie’s midnight field trip ended with fangs in her neck and blood down her throat.
Within moments after awakening, alone and confused, Rosalie’s entire world turned upside down. All of her previous virtues, her choir girl veneer? Up in smoke, cheap ale, and all the cocaine laced blood Rosalie could guzzle down in a single evening.
Becoming a vampire was, in a way, liberation for Rosalie; she found new life once she lost hers, emboldened by her new powers and the appearance of freedom that came with them.
She learned, the hard way, and quickly, that becoming a vampire was just the start. The intensity of her initial hunger drove her to feeding and murdering her entire family, all except her young daughter, Dorothy. It was only when Matthias, an associate of Sylvia, found her, covered in blood and clothes all torn to shreds, that she realized what she’d done.
At first, Rosalie just wanted to die. It was nothing less than she deserved, she thought. But Matthias took her in; helped her to run and hide, even helped her drop Dorothy off at an orphanage before they fled together. A kindness, she thought.
Except what she had with Matthias wasn’t kindness; it was a whirlwind, and it left a lot more than dust and debris in its wake. Rosalie went from a silver spoon dangling in her mouth to rags and blood and bones dangling in between her teeth, and everything in between. In the course of her life, she’s meandered all over the social ladder. Currently, she resides closer to the middle of the outside, which suits her just fine.
Rosalie and Matthias never officially considered themselves in a relationship; they occasionally slept together, and sometimes even participated in the same threesome and/or orgy. But her connection to Matthias brought out the worst in Rosalie; everything she had previously spent her whole life repressing came writhing to the surface, frothing with years of pent up rage. Rosalie grew a taste for violence she still struggles with to this day.
For two decades, Rosalie and Matthias lived, hid, fucked, and fed together; Matthias introduced Rosalie to just about every drug under the sun, up to and including Pearl Dust, a combination of dead’s man blood, nightshade, silver powder, and magic potion that works like a combination of weed and prescription pain killers for vampires in particular. (It’s absolute poison for humans, faeries, and angels, with varying results for other species. Demons and werewolves also tend to get a kick out of it.) It’s an addiction Rosalie carries with her even now.
It was really only after she saved her daughter’s life, after a violent and intense confrontation interrupted by a demon, that Rosalie was able to pull her life together, twenty years after the fact that hers, technically, ended.
Now Rosalie helps to fight for the good of this world. She knows she can’t atone for everything she’s done but she does believe in helping to make things right for the world. She mentors and helps fledglings of all species when she can; she hunts down monsters, including those like herself, in the dark. She’s a survivor, halfway and wayward reformed party animal, and she’s got more blood on her hands than freckles on her skin, the kind of stain that don’t quite wash out.
She’s fiercely loyal and devoted to those she cares about; she’s intelligent, courageous, and she’ll never back down when anyone or anything threatens those she loves. She’s a fighter who will go down swinging, when her time comes, she knows.
But like hell if she’s ever going to take what life (and God) throws at her lying down.
Family: Oldest child of the Baker family, a wealthy and established family settled in Boston, Massachusetts with a vacation home up in the wilds of New Hampshire. Louise Baker and Norman Baker were her parents, and she had two younger siblings: Charlotte Grace, 18, and Hamish Jacob, 12. She was married to Henry Mulligan, 30, before she murdered her family in a frenzy of bloodlust after being turned. Miraculously, her daughter, Dorothy, at the tender age of 5, survived. Rosalie, in order to further protect her daughter, takes her to an orphanage.
Dorothy grows up to hunt/fight against everything that goes bump in the night, given her traumatic childhood experiences and the fact that she was adopted by a family whose ancestry studied under the tutelage of Abraham Van Helsing himself. Rosalie and Dorothy have several confrontations that wind up nearly getting the both of them killed; Rosalie saves a twenty-year-old Dorothy from a particularly vicious demon one night, which bonds them together and enables them to reconnect. Though they never have a traditional mother-daughter relationship, Dorothy is the reason Rosalie is able to straighten herself out; she’s the reason Rosalie fights so hard to try and make the world a better place and/or keep it from ending.
Over her many years, Rosalie keeps an eye on Dorothy’s descendants. She helps out where she can, as a kind of mentor/resource to the supernatural side of life.
Rosalie has especially taken in an interest in her great great granddaughter (Dorothy’s great granddaughter), Eloise, when she got bitten and turned into a werewolf at the age of 19.
Though not related by blood in the slightest, Rosalie considers Clara, an angel she met and slept with in the 1960s, a member of her family; though circumstances (read: the ongoing war against demons) tend to keep them apart, they’ve always met up when they can over the years, and they keep up with correspondence constantly. (Turns out Heaven actually has amazing Wi-Fi/data coverage.) Rosalie won’t admit it, even to herself, but she’s a little bit in love with Clara.
World: An urban fantasy setting similar to our reality except that the supernatural, paranormal, fantastical, mythological, etc. are all real. If there’s folklore, stories, or legends about it, it probably exists. Even unicorns. (Sadly mostly extinct now, but there are some still out there, or so rumor has it.) Pantheons of every religion struggle and vie for power; some more successful than others.
Magic is accessible to everyone; anyone can perform an exorcism, banishing spell, summoning spell, etc. Vendors sell charms and other magical artifacts constantly. Some spells are more intricate than others and some require more than people are willing to pay; blood, souls, etc. That being said, the most powerful forms of magic are only accessible to born witches and faeries; other species also have their own kinds of magic inaccessible to regular humans - angels, werewolves, vampires, etc. One of Rosalie’s abilities is that she can shapeshift into an owl.
Rosalie is fighting a war, as demons are trying to start the Apocalypse by freeing Lucifer from the depths of Hell. To do so, they have to eliminate specific family lines within each supernatural species in order to unlock the binding spell imprisoning the Devil. However, they are not subtle and they do not care for anything other than their own mission; they will slaughter anything in order to accomplish their goal and/or whoever gets in their way. Rosalie has proven enough of a thorn in Hell’s side that she has more than earned a spot up near the top of their hit list; one of the various reasons she never stays in one place too long.
Vampire: As a vampire, Rosalie has a paler complexion than most. Her eyes also glint silver if one looks closely enough, (they turn full silver and widen when she feeds) and her lips, when not covered with lipstick, which they usually are, have a tint of blue about them. The most obvious difference to her physical appearance is the set of fangs that descend like shark teeth when Rosalie is about to feed and/or her own hunger becomes too much. These aren’t pretty teeth; they are sharp and pointed, and they are numerous. When she’s about to binge on some blood, you’ll know.
Rosalie needs blood to live. She can get by draining animals and supplementing that with barely cooked meat, but she has an addiction for human blood, which is richer and much more nourishing than that of animals. As mentioned above, she tries to rely on consensual exchanges, either for money, favors, drugs, etc. When that doesn’t pan out, she’ll rob a blood bank, which is a real pain in the ass, given the weight of Catholic Guilt ™ she carries with her.
As a vampire, Rosalie obtains some superhuman abilities: she can shapeshift into owl at will, though she can never hold the form for longer than two hours without magical assistance. She has enhanced strength, endurance, speed, and stamina; it’s more difficult for her to get drunk but when she does, her liver doesn’t suffer. The same goes for human drugs. Supernatural and/or magical drugs, however? Are quite harmful to her body. She can use her blood to heal others or turn them into vampires like herself, although she has yet to do so. (And hopes she’ll never have to, in all honesty.) Years spent fighting monsters have helped her further hone these skills; she’s not invulnerable but she’s a fairly tough opponent, nonetheless. She’s also trained in fighting with swords, daggers, and she’s one hell of a shot with guns of all varieties.
She’s also immortal, which kind of goes without saying. She does not have the ability to compel people, which she is extremely grateful for. She can, however, create glamors and illusions with relative ease, a skill refined from years spent living on the run/trying to escape her past/running from demons. She’s not invisible in mirrors but her reflection will reveal her eyes to be silver and her lips to be blue; in other words, mirrors will reveal what she is. Crosses don’t repel her, and neither do churches.
As a vampire, Rosalie has her fair share of weaknesses. Beheading will kill her dead, as will a stake to the heart. Setting her on fire also does the trick, especially if laced with dead man’s blood. Dead man’s blood on its own will act like a tranquilizer and make her weak. There are various warding spells and banishing spells in her world that can be used to repel and/or trap her; Rosalie has plenty of experience with both. Gold weapons are also extremely harmful/fatal to her. She does have to be invited in, but only for personal homes. Businesses and public areas? All fair game.
Sunlight won’t outright kill her so long as she stays out of direct sunlight. However, the longer she remains out during the day, even when standing in the shade, the weaker she becomes. If she stays outside during the day for longer than four hours without magical aid, she will eventually turn to ash.
There are various charms, spells, and hexes available to Rosalie to enable her to be active and outside during the day. However, these are all of a complex sort of magic that can only come from witches or faeries, and they aren’t cheap. Rosalie has gotten herself in trouble more times than she can count in order to obtain what she needs to stay out in daylight. Mostly, she uses these charms to attend church during the day, or to check in on various friends, allies, and loved ones. It’s easier for Rosalie to function at night.
No matter where she’s living at the moment, Rosalie takes care to find a place with few windows. She uses a mix of magic, thick, dark curtains, and paint to black out windows. She doesn’t have to sleep in a coffin but it’s more comfortable for her to sleep in cooler, damper spaces. In that regard, she usually has both an AC and a humidifier running at the same time.
Biologically, she can have sex but she cannot reproduce.
Age: Eternally appears 28 (actually 122); turned into a vampire in 1925. Her birthday is May 8th, 1897.
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Bisexual disaster.
Religion: Catholic; she never takes off the silver cross necklace given to her by her grandmother. Her faith is like a comfort blanket; it’s one of the few comforts she can cling to, and so she does. She tends to get testy when people try and debate her on her faith, or when people crack jokes for her being a vampire of faith.
Even when Rosalie first turns as a vampire and blossoms into a wild child for a good decade, she still prays every night. And in spite of the fact that she is, herself, fairly vocal about the church’s many, many flaws, she still considers herself Catholic and attends mass when she can.
She considers her condition as a vampire a curse; her cross to bear, so to speak. And so she bears it, though not without stumbling over several bumps in the road along the way.
Fashion: In the present day, Rosalie tends to favor a combination of 1920s and grunge; one of her hobbies is sewing, (she also knits, crochets, etc.), of which she has years of practice from her long life. She enjoys making her own clothes and accessories; beyond that, she prefers shopping from thrift stores and clearance sales in malls. It’s rare that she even window shops at any place more high end than Macy’s. She unabashedly loves prints, flannel, plaid, and any kind of shiny dress that doesn’t go below her knees. She constantly has baubles and trinkets (that can and have often doubled as weapons) in her hair.
Music: Rosalie loves older music; stuff from around/just after her own time period (Paul Whitman and his Orchestra, Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra, etc.) and classic rock from the 50s through the 80s. That being said, she’s fond of any music she can dance to (she loves Whitney Houston) and one of the hills she will gladly die on is how much she loves Taylor Swift; fight her.
Her favorite song currently is “Uninvited” by Alanis Morrissette. Her ringtone changes between “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne and “Whipping Post” by the Allman Brothers. Sometimes “Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift. It all depends on her mood.
Color: Her favorite colors are silver, gold, and red.
Animals: Look, she loves cats a lot. She will never drain/eat anything even remotely resembling a cat, whatsoever. Her current cat, Xavier, is The Best Boy, thank you very much.
Food/Drink:She no longer needs to eat regular food but that doesn’t stop her from binging on ice cream every now and again. Also meat barely cooked actually does a lot to help her blood cravings. She loves a good cocktail, particularly a decently made Cape Cod, and gin and tonic. Rum and coke’s a good combo, too.
As for blood, she favors deer when it comes to animals. However, though Rosalie herself does a lot to restrain herself, her early years of partying as a vampire have left her addicted to the taste of human blood. She participates with willing blood donors; pays them with money or a favor, drugs, etc. in exchange for letting her feed on them.
Personality/Background: Rosalie was raised in a strict, religious household, spending her life trying to adhere to her family’s rules and please her loved ones. Essentially a nun in training, Rosalie grew up sheltered with only her governess, tutors, and children of her parents’ friends for company. She went where she was told to go; avoided speaking to whoever her parents found unworthy. Hell, she married Henry because her parents all but picked him out for her, throwing the pair of them together throughout the years for this very purpose.
Yet the marriage wound up working out in the end; Henry turned out to be a good friend, even if Rosalie never truly loved him beyond friendship. The same, as it turns out, for Henry; they grew close; close enough that Henry entrusted her with his greatest secret in the wake of conceiving their only child: that he much preferred the company of men. While this revelation shocked her greatly, Rosalie could never bring herself to betray Henry; she kept his last name after his death as both a means to pay tribute to him and to remind herself of what she’s lost. This conversation is one of the many turning points of her life, opening her eyes up to the ways of the rest of the world outside of her family’s cloistered privilege. And, later in life, this moment helped to open Rosalie’s eyes up to her own sexuality.
Quiet and shy by nature, Rosalie buried herself in her schoolwork, books, needlework, and other activities deemed appropriate for a lady of her station by her mother. Despite the loneliness, Rosalie found joy wherever she could, whether in walks around the family estate or in attending church with her family.
Nonetheless, even a quiet girl like Rosalie has plenty of cracks beneath the veneer of her virtues. Her family would argue her curiosity as her greatest flaw/sin, but even Rosalie has some pride; she has always valued her own intelligence and capability for critical thinking, even in spite of her family’s wants. But that same pride can also come back to bite her in the ass; growing up wealthy and privileged, and with much of her time spent with her head tucked away into a book or lost up in the clouds, it is very easy for Rosalie to become wrapped up in her own self-importance and/or problems while ignoring and/or stomping all over everyone else’s. Even in spite of all she’s been through since her childhood, this is very much something she still struggles with.
Impatient and with a temper quick to flare up, she could argue and fight with her siblings and friends for an eternity if provoked. Raised to ‘always act like a lady’ takes its toll on a girl; Rosalie has a tendency for impulsive and reckless decisions, such as the time she once broke her mother’s favorite vase in retaliation for not allowing her to read a certain book. (Les Miserables, for reference.) Or that time she snuck out of her house against her husband’s wishes in order to sneak into a speakeasy with a friend, ultimately leading to her becoming a vampire.
Rosalie has always felt deeply but grew up in an American family very much trying to emulate the whole British stiff upper lip ideal. She’s vulnerable and volatile, a potentially dangerous combination that only turns into quite the powder keg once she becomes a vampire.
Thanks to an ancient sire named Sylvia, rumored to have been alive since the 14th century, Rosalie’s midnight field trip ended with fangs in her neck and blood down her throat.
Within moments after awakening, alone and confused, Rosalie’s entire world turned upside down. All of her previous virtues, her choir girl veneer? Up in smoke, cheap ale, and all the cocaine laced blood Rosalie could guzzle down in a single evening.
Becoming a vampire was, in a way, liberation for Rosalie; she found new life once she lost hers, emboldened by her new powers and the appearance of freedom that came with them.
She learned, the hard way, and quickly, that becoming a vampire was just the start. The intensity of her initial hunger drove her to feeding and murdering her entire family, all except her young daughter, Dorothy. It was only when Matthias, an associate of Sylvia, found her, covered in blood and clothes all torn to shreds, that she realized what she’d done.
At first, Rosalie just wanted to die. It was nothing less than she deserved, she thought. But Matthias took her in; helped her to run and hide, even helped her drop Dorothy off at an orphanage before they fled together. A kindness, she thought.
Except what she had with Matthias wasn’t kindness; it was a whirlwind, and it left a lot more than dust and debris in its wake. Rosalie went from a silver spoon dangling in her mouth to rags and blood and bones dangling in between her teeth, and everything in between. In the course of her life, she’s meandered all over the social ladder. Currently, she resides closer to the middle of the outside, which suits her just fine.
Rosalie and Matthias never officially considered themselves in a relationship; they occasionally slept together, and sometimes even participated in the same threesome and/or orgy. But her connection to Matthias brought out the worst in Rosalie; everything she had previously spent her whole life repressing came writhing to the surface, frothing with years of pent up rage. Rosalie grew a taste for violence she still struggles with to this day.
For two decades, Rosalie and Matthias lived, hid, fucked, and fed together; Matthias introduced Rosalie to just about every drug under the sun, up to and including Pearl Dust, a combination of dead’s man blood, nightshade, silver powder, and magic potion that works like a combination of weed and prescription pain killers for vampires in particular. (It’s absolute poison for humans, faeries, and angels, with varying results for other species. Demons and werewolves also tend to get a kick out of it.) It’s an addiction Rosalie carries with her even now.
It was really only after she saved her daughter’s life, after a violent and intense confrontation interrupted by a demon, that Rosalie was able to pull her life together, twenty years after the fact that hers, technically, ended.
Now Rosalie helps to fight for the good of this world. She knows she can’t atone for everything she’s done but she does believe in helping to make things right for the world. She mentors and helps fledglings of all species when she can; she hunts down monsters, including those like herself, in the dark. She’s a survivor, halfway and wayward reformed party animal, and she’s got more blood on her hands than freckles on her skin, the kind of stain that don’t quite wash out.
She’s fiercely loyal and devoted to those she cares about; she’s intelligent, courageous, and she’ll never back down when anyone or anything threatens those she loves. She’s a fighter who will go down swinging, when her time comes, she knows.
But like hell if she’s ever going to take what life (and God) throws at her lying down.
Family: Oldest child of the Baker family, a wealthy and established family settled in Boston, Massachusetts with a vacation home up in the wilds of New Hampshire. Louise Baker and Norman Baker were her parents, and she had two younger siblings: Charlotte Grace, 18, and Hamish Jacob, 12. She was married to Henry Mulligan, 30, before she murdered her family in a frenzy of bloodlust after being turned. Miraculously, her daughter, Dorothy, at the tender age of 5, survived. Rosalie, in order to further protect her daughter, takes her to an orphanage.
Dorothy grows up to hunt/fight against everything that goes bump in the night, given her traumatic childhood experiences and the fact that she was adopted by a family whose ancestry studied under the tutelage of Abraham Van Helsing himself. Rosalie and Dorothy have several confrontations that wind up nearly getting the both of them killed; Rosalie saves a twenty-year-old Dorothy from a particularly vicious demon one night, which bonds them together and enables them to reconnect. Though they never have a traditional mother-daughter relationship, Dorothy is the reason Rosalie is able to straighten herself out; she’s the reason Rosalie fights so hard to try and make the world a better place and/or keep it from ending.
Over her many years, Rosalie keeps an eye on Dorothy’s descendants. She helps out where she can, as a kind of mentor/resource to the supernatural side of life.
Rosalie has especially taken in an interest in her great great granddaughter (Dorothy’s great granddaughter), Eloise, when she got bitten and turned into a werewolf at the age of 19.
Though not related by blood in the slightest, Rosalie considers Clara, an angel she met and slept with in the 1960s, a member of her family; though circumstances (read: the ongoing war against demons) tend to keep them apart, they’ve always met up when they can over the years, and they keep up with correspondence constantly. (Turns out Heaven actually has amazing Wi-Fi/data coverage.) Rosalie won’t admit it, even to herself, but she’s a little bit in love with Clara.
World: An urban fantasy setting similar to our reality except that the supernatural, paranormal, fantastical, mythological, etc. are all real. If there’s folklore, stories, or legends about it, it probably exists. Even unicorns. (Sadly mostly extinct now, but there are some still out there, or so rumor has it.) Pantheons of every religion struggle and vie for power; some more successful than others.
Magic is accessible to everyone; anyone can perform an exorcism, banishing spell, summoning spell, etc. Vendors sell charms and other magical artifacts constantly. Some spells are more intricate than others and some require more than people are willing to pay; blood, souls, etc. That being said, the most powerful forms of magic are only accessible to born witches and faeries; other species also have their own kinds of magic inaccessible to regular humans - angels, werewolves, vampires, etc. One of Rosalie’s abilities is that she can shapeshift into an owl.
Rosalie is fighting a war, as demons are trying to start the Apocalypse by freeing Lucifer from the depths of Hell. To do so, they have to eliminate specific family lines within each supernatural species in order to unlock the binding spell imprisoning the Devil. However, they are not subtle and they do not care for anything other than their own mission; they will slaughter anything in order to accomplish their goal and/or whoever gets in their way. Rosalie has proven enough of a thorn in Hell’s side that she has more than earned a spot up near the top of their hit list; one of the various reasons she never stays in one place too long.
Vampire: As a vampire, Rosalie has a paler complexion than most. Her eyes also glint silver if one looks closely enough, (they turn full silver and widen when she feeds) and her lips, when not covered with lipstick, which they usually are, have a tint of blue about them. The most obvious difference to her physical appearance is the set of fangs that descend like shark teeth when Rosalie is about to feed and/or her own hunger becomes too much. These aren’t pretty teeth; they are sharp and pointed, and they are numerous. When she’s about to binge on some blood, you’ll know.
Rosalie needs blood to live. She can get by draining animals and supplementing that with barely cooked meat, but she has an addiction for human blood, which is richer and much more nourishing than that of animals. As mentioned above, she tries to rely on consensual exchanges, either for money, favors, drugs, etc. When that doesn’t pan out, she’ll rob a blood bank, which is a real pain in the ass, given the weight of Catholic Guilt ™ she carries with her.
As a vampire, Rosalie obtains some superhuman abilities: she can shapeshift into owl at will, though she can never hold the form for longer than two hours without magical assistance. She has enhanced strength, endurance, speed, and stamina; it’s more difficult for her to get drunk but when she does, her liver doesn’t suffer. The same goes for human drugs. Supernatural and/or magical drugs, however? Are quite harmful to her body. She can use her blood to heal others or turn them into vampires like herself, although she has yet to do so. (And hopes she’ll never have to, in all honesty.) Years spent fighting monsters have helped her further hone these skills; she’s not invulnerable but she’s a fairly tough opponent, nonetheless. She’s also trained in fighting with swords, daggers, and she’s one hell of a shot with guns of all varieties.
She’s also immortal, which kind of goes without saying. She does not have the ability to compel people, which she is extremely grateful for. She can, however, create glamors and illusions with relative ease, a skill refined from years spent living on the run/trying to escape her past/running from demons. She’s not invisible in mirrors but her reflection will reveal her eyes to be silver and her lips to be blue; in other words, mirrors will reveal what she is. Crosses don’t repel her, and neither do churches.
As a vampire, Rosalie has her fair share of weaknesses. Beheading will kill her dead, as will a stake to the heart. Setting her on fire also does the trick, especially if laced with dead man’s blood. Dead man’s blood on its own will act like a tranquilizer and make her weak. There are various warding spells and banishing spells in her world that can be used to repel and/or trap her; Rosalie has plenty of experience with both. Gold weapons are also extremely harmful/fatal to her. She does have to be invited in, but only for personal homes. Businesses and public areas? All fair game.
Sunlight won’t outright kill her so long as she stays out of direct sunlight. However, the longer she remains out during the day, even when standing in the shade, the weaker she becomes. If she stays outside during the day for longer than four hours without magical aid, she will eventually turn to ash.
There are various charms, spells, and hexes available to Rosalie to enable her to be active and outside during the day. However, these are all of a complex sort of magic that can only come from witches or faeries, and they aren’t cheap. Rosalie has gotten herself in trouble more times than she can count in order to obtain what she needs to stay out in daylight. Mostly, she uses these charms to attend church during the day, or to check in on various friends, allies, and loved ones. It’s easier for Rosalie to function at night.
No matter where she’s living at the moment, Rosalie takes care to find a place with few windows. She uses a mix of magic, thick, dark curtains, and paint to black out windows. She doesn’t have to sleep in a coffin but it’s more comfortable for her to sleep in cooler, damper spaces. In that regard, she usually has both an AC and a humidifier running at the same time.
Biologically, she can have sex but she cannot reproduce.