Name. Roselyn
Epithets. irrelevant
Gender. female｡
Sexual Orientation. irrelevant


Height. 176cm｡
Hair Colour. silver｡
Eye Colour. gold｡


Affiliations. irrelevant

Personality. Roselyn has been known to be quite flirtatious towards humans, especially males. She has a more cunning and deceptive side that she only displays when she's looking for a fix. Upon first contact with another being, she has a tendency of showing hostility until their intentions have been discovered. Only once she becomes comfortable around this entity, she may display a more relaxed demeanor. However, this relaxed attitude can be feigned for a means to get her way. Albeit, when this comfort is genuine, she'll allow the being to become closer to her, potentially allowing physical contact.

Year: Unknown, estimated ~1700
For two people expecting a child, it's meant to be one of the happiest days of their lives, welcoming in a new addition to their family. Childbirth was meant to be a miracle for those involved in such the occasion, so, why was this day deemed to be a cursed one in the eyes of the soon to be parents?
With medicines becoming more widely used in the birth of children, it became more viable for expecting parents to visit such practices in hopes of raising the chances of delivering a healthy child. For those who had enough wealth, they would be admitted to their local medical institution, and with this such birth, this was the case. Three nurses, one of which was a well respected midwife, lined the bedside of the expecting mother, assisting her in her labor. Laying in the bed, the pain was clear on the mother's face. She screamed every five seconds, hoping the baby would be able to enter this world with ease. Though, that wasn’t the case. Attempting the breathing exercises like the midwife suggested, yet, the contractions continued to wear her down. Pushing through the pain she felt agony, she pushed and pushed long and hard.
An hour passed before any progress could be seen, that was until the little girl's head showed.
Grasping her husband's hand with a brutal force, resembling something of a wild animal she screamed out in pain, and with one final push, a little girl was born.

Panting, crying, an emotional wave hit the new mother, wanting to be able to hold her newborn baby girl. Smiling at her husband, she couldn't help but feel nothing but happiness and pride. Bundling up the newborn, the midwife handed the child to the beaming mother, just in time for her eyes to open.
However, this happiness would soon be stripped away in the blink of the child's eyes. Golden irises gazed back at the mother, the pride filled smile wiped off the mother's face. Tears rimmed her eyes, but, this time not for joy, but for agonising pain and sadness. Her child, was cursed. Golden eyes. . . not blue, not green, not even brown, but gold. The sign of a curse. Exclaiming at the nurses, she pushed the newborn away from herself and her mortified husband, into the arms of the midwife.

❝ No. . . My child, why does she have golden eyes!? There must be something wrong! She must be cursed! ❞

With calming words uttered to the obviously distressed mother, she tried handing her child back to her, but the mother screamed bloody murder with the child coming anywhere near her.

❝ That. . . Thing is not my child! There must be some kind of test you can perform! Find out why this, cursed child has those eyes! ❞

All the nurses in the room were visibly shocked at the scene that was playing out in front of them, a complete flip of emotions all within a span of a few seconds. Complying to the wishes of the mother, the nurse holding the child nodded, speaking out on behalf of the remaining two in the room.

❝ Of course ma'am, we will, however, require you and the child to remain in the vicinity, so we have a chance of diagnosing the potential issue. ❞

Nodding in understanding, the mother was very obviously prepared to do whatever it took to figure out why, in her eyes, her child had been cursed.

Six weeks later -
With countless tests and procedures completed on the child, needles, blood samples and swabs just to name a few, no conclusive results could be found; the test results always confirmed that the child was healthy and there was no medical problems that could be found. Beginning to shake uncontrollably, the mother couldn't bare to hear such news, the evidence lined her features, her husband not faring well either. Both parents began to spiral out of control, slowly beginning to lose what sanity they had left after this ordeal. Leaving the room, the golden eyed child still located there, in the arms of the midwife that had assisted them in the birth, they had heard enough. No matter what the medical results had determined, their child had been cursed, and they had brought that, thing into this world. Thinking they had been cursed as well, it was only a matter of time before the curse could have begun to affect them.

Since the area they lived was still quite small and slowly developing, it wouldn't take the couple long to reach their area of residence. Once the mother had arrived home, despair and agony was all she could feel, thus, she deemed her life no longer worth living. Compiling a combination of chemicals into a glass, and without thinking, downing the concoction within a matter of seconds, shutting down her system soon after, her lifeless body falling limp to the ground. The husband, soon discovering his lovers corpse, he couldn't find it in himself to continue living, thus, he too, took his life, tying a rope around his neck, he positioned himself, before allowing gravity to take its course.

News of the suicides had reached the hospital, the child beginning to cry, wanting the comfort of her parents, something that could no longer be provided. The tears began to stain the rosy cheeks of the infant, and, the nurse, still holding the baby took pity on the child. No one deserved to be parent-less in this world, especially an infant whose life lays ahead of them. Taking the child to the head doctor, she requested to take the girl in, at least until something more permanent could be organised. Agreeing to the nurses request, the child of golden hues was taken in to the nurses care, adopting her as her own. Smiling, she couldn't leave the child nameless, thus, the name 'Roselyn' would be bestowed to the child.


Years passed and Roselyn grew up without the knowledge of what happened to her parents, or even who her parents were. She grew up knowing that, Maya, the nurse that took her in, was her mother; not by blood, but by closeness of the pair. She had raised her and cared for her as if she was her own, despite all the set backs that the townsfolk threw at her. Rumors spread about her golden eyes and with the knowledge that had been kept from her, Roselyn didn't understand the reason why she received so much ridicule from the people, from both the adults and their children. But, as always, Maya comforted her and assured her that there was nothing wrong with her, the townsfolk were just paranoid. However, paranoia didn't justify Roselyn being pushed around, stones thrown at her, cutting her and bruising and the rumours beginning to be about Maya, saying that she had been cursed by Roselyn, the golden eyed child placing some kind of hex on her, forcing her to stay in her life.

Because, according to them, who would willingly keep a cursed child in their life.

Once Roselyn heard about those rumours, the first thing that she did was tell the only person in this world she could; the topic of the newer rumours themselves. Sighing at this fact, Maya shook her head and thought for a moment, trying to think of the best possible thing to do, soon, reaching a conclusion.

❝ I'll be back Roselyn, I'm going to go talk to the staff at the hospital to see what this is all about and see if they know anything about this. If I'm not back by nightfall, do not come looking for me, okay? ❞

Wanting to question why she was instructed not to go and find her adoptive mother, she simply nodded her head in agreement, but, this agreement, was a lie. Leaving their house, Roselyn watched as her 'mother' left the house, the eyes of people in the streets following her, watching every step she took, as she head towards the hospital.
Hours passed, hands on the clock face seemingly moving slower than usual, awaiting Maya to return. After many pain staking hours, night fell and Maya still hadn't returned home. Knowing that she would be scolded for disobeying her instructions, Roselyn wanted to know what was happening and why she wasn't home yet. Leaving the house, she walked straight for the hospital, those same wandering eyes watching her, the occasional passerby scoffing, or spitting at her feet, trying to keep the girl with the golden eyes away from them, not like she wanted to go any where near them anyways.

Walking into the hospital, the hallways were quieter than usual, due to it being after hours and only few members of staff were there. Nurses past her in the hallways, averting their gazes, which was a little unusual. But Roselyn didn't think anything of it and continued to walk towards the area where she can usually find Maya. The door wasn't usually open, but she needed to know what was going on, so, peaking in, the sight before her, broke her heart, shattering it into little pieces, her world beginning to crumble around her. Maya lay there, motionless, lifeless, her body covered in deep stab wounds.
Collapsing to her knees, Roselyn began to sob uncontrollably, her head resting on her bloodied chest, not caring how she could possibly look when she left the room. Who would do this to her. . . ? Why!? Why would they do this . . . ?

❝ No. . . Maya! Please wake up! You can't be gone. . . ❞

Roselyn couldn't help but let the tears openly fall, the streaks staining her cheeks. Pulling away from the corpse, she knew she couldn't stay around the body any longer, the people would be blaming her for the murder of Maya. With speeds untraceable by any human eyes, the woman that was laying limp on the ground, gained a second wind, moving her figure behind Roselyn's, one of Maya's hands grabbed both of the wrists of the golden orbed child, the other wrapping around her mouth, muffling her cries, not that anyone would come to help her anyways. The hand that had wrapped around her mouth pulled her head to the side exposing her neck within a matter of moments, her fangs had found her flesh and pierced into it, cutting in deep, the soft warmth giving way like a ripe melon, filling Maya's mouth with the life force of Roselyn. Shuddering in her tight grasp, Roselyn didn't know how to react, her body and mind in a state of shock, causing her to lose consciousness. However, this didn't stop the creature of the night feeding from the young girl, as she drew in deep mouthfuls, her body beginning to heal itself, reveling in the strength and life that filled her veins, jolted her limbs, and granted her, her semblance of life.

Roselyn's body now limp, her body weight being supported by the feeding vampire. Right now, the monster within her simply couldn't care less, not as long as the sweet crimson fluid continued to flow into her, fueling her full of stolen life and vitality. She drank and drank, sucked at her neck until there was nothing left to suck, and then she dropped her to the ground, where she fell in a crumpled heap. Roselyn, barely holding onto life was left on the ground, whilst the revitalised creature wiped her lips clean, in this blood lusting state, it was obvious that she couldn't care who she had drained, but she knew that now, she was the one that couldn't remain in the area for long.

Leaving the building, blood falling out of the corners of her lips, her eyes glowing red, this alerted all who were near by to raise the alarms; her facade was now destroyed, her true nature having been revealed. Word spread like a wildfire and it didn't take long for Maya to be cornered in her blood lusting frenzy, trying to attack anyone that got too close to her, to subdue her. Landing a few hits on those who stood too close, she drew blood, only fueling her crazed state. Licking her finger tips clean, it seemed as if there was no one that would be able to stop the out of control creature, until one of the head doctors, managed to get behind her and knock her out, smashing her temple. The body of the woman fell flat too the ground, but she wasn't dead, at least, not yet.

An unknown amount of time had passed, and, Roselyn started flinching, signifying that she was still alive, albeit, a little disorientated from the attack. Shaking, she slowly rose to her feet, her balance almost non-existent as she stumbled around the room, finding purchase on the near by desk, a few pens and files falling to the ground in a messy heap. The noise, to others, would have been hardly noticeable, but for her in her state of confusion, her head began to pulse in pain, her world spinning around her. Grasping her head within her hands, she knew she needed to focus and not let herself fall. She needed answers as to what exactly happened to her.

Her optics unlatched, gandering upon the heavens bleak and plagued with caliginosity and a rather despondent ambiance which circumscribed all of the municipality as dread overhauled her heart. Exiting the hospital, it seemed that the common folk of her domicile had began stampeding the streets, seemingly in quite hurried pace towards an event of some sort, she hadn’t known what had been the happenstance but her heart had felt an ache apropos to what it was and her cognizance ran wild with horrid notions regarding her foster mother . . . last she’d recalled, she was the very woman who’d bitten her and the hemoglobin within her had been drained and her life had come to a peroration thus she’d become extirpated . . . or so she’d believed.

The congregation reverberated thunderously, they’d emboldened the terminal sentence of damnation for any creature birthed of what they’d christened unholy, heinous and vile . . . something of which they’d discerned in her to be when she’d been naught more than an adolescent girl barely capable of ambulating. Nathless, she could utilize her legs now despite the trepidation that bore within impelling her legs to tremble in perturbation . . .

Why? She could only discern the answers by way of albulation apropos to the trajectory of every townsfolk. ❝ What . . . ❞
She’d suddenly tumbled into the unlaundered soil, gandering back to seize the one who’d knocked her into the dirt, but they’d paid her no mind and continued to promenade as if he’d not run into a human being.

❝ Move! ❞ A vociferation called. ❝ You’re in the way, they’re about to kill the heretic. ❞ A juvenile calcitrated her abdomen on his way towards the scene of execution, one that left her anxious.

❝ They ought to just burn that heretic. ❞ one man articulated.
❝ No, I think this is good, we can display her head on a pike afterwards . . . just like that creep Vlad Dracula of Wallachia. ❞ The men cachinated, trading jokes back and forth about violating the woman moments before turning her into the authorities . . . what woman? Who? She could only wonder . . . but her cognitions told her whispers of the victim and such had terrified her.

In a heap of anxiety she scampered through the crowd, visuals of her foster mother plaguing her cerebration as she advanced expeditiously and she could finally discern the spectacle she’d been left with naught more than consternation and bewilderment.

The guillotine elevated near into the heavens and might as if an axe carriage by the gods. She grew anxious of what lay ahead for her foster mother and she began to lament, crying tears of despondency. Her optics scrutinized the theatre of operations, circumscribed by townsfolk who endorsed this execution with jubilation that churned her stomach and rotten her heart. She would beseech mercy but she knew there would be none . . . she could only gander upon the scene and gaze into the eyes of Maya as the Guillotine cleaved her head from her shoulder in a display of ichor and gore.

Maya’s headless corpse balloted ichor into chaotic trajectories, moistening and splattering the executioners and those who’d given the order. The congregation reverberated in glee but not her, she’d absconded the scenery in tears and ichor to find shelter in the home she’d grown up in.

She’d heard tales later of how the townsfolk mocked Maya’s corpse, cemented her head upon a pike and hung at the center of the multiplicity . . . how her body had been cemented with the head of a megabat and scorched at the stake. Her head would be all that remained from the bloody execution, a feat which had earned the townsfolk her indignation worthy of vengeance; humans were no more than the true enemy, the true monsters.

Fleeing the scene of the unspeakable, tears welled up in her eyes, she knew that the townsfolk would most likely come looking for her since some young boy saw her at the execution, the unspoken rule of ridicule generally kept her away from such events. Running back towards her home, now filled filled with painful memories and thoughts consuming her mind, she slammed the door shut, barricading herself within the walls that, for now, she could consider safe. Cheers of jubilation could be heard even from the house that she had sought to find safety within the shadows of her mind and heart. Realisation of the events that had just unfolded before her very eyes only now, had begun to be felt in full force, collapsing to the ground, the tears that had pooled in her eyes now freely falling, hitting the timber floors below her, the silver haired girl crying until completely exhausted, sleeping where she lay.

For the next few days, Roselyn began to ration out the food that still remained, only eating when she felt it was absolutely necessary, but deep down, this was only a temporary fix to what was inevitable; going out into the marketplace to resupply, when there could very well be a witch hunt for her own head. Nevertheless, this was all she could do in this time of her own uncertainty in order to survive until the commotion had died down. How ever long that would take couldn't be said, all she could do, was wait, and play it by ear.
As she kept eating what was left for food, her hunger felt like it could never be satisfied, her body and mind feeling weak from a lack of food, but how could this be? She had been eating more and more as the days had past, but the food could never fill her, her stomach always feeling empty, as if the food she had been over feeding herself with was nothing more than air.

And with this, the inevitable had become her reality, Roselyn now having to leave the safety of the shadows and go into the light. Grabbing a hooded cloak from the clothes rack near the door, she drew the hood over her head, covering one of her more noticeable attributes. Rose began leaving the house, softly closing the door behind her, as she made her way towards the night markets, knowing that there would some sort of food there that could potentially fill her. Walking through the streets, she kept her gaze lowered to the ground, trying to avoid being recognised by her eyes. New and different smells made their way to her senses, the silver haired girl daring to look up so she could see exactly what was hitting her senses so hard. Walking through the stands and stalls, the sales merchants trying to gain her attention and therefore her business, she dug through the pockets of her coat, finding a few paper bills, enough to buy her meals for a couple of days.

Approaching one of the merchants, food proudly on display for sale, her mouth started watering at the sight, coherent thoughts attempting to be made. She knew that she needed to save what little money she had, so she purchased enough for three meals which would eventually become one. Hiding herself from view, in an alleyway, she opened the hot, steaming food and began to eat, faster than she ever had before.

But, she couldn't feel anything; no satisfaction from the food, her meal having no taste. She was just as hungry as she was before having this meal.
Frustration overcoming her, she slammed the side of her fist into the wall behind her, small cuts made at the point of impact.

Her frustration however, was soon replaced by fear, a voice coming from the darker part of the alleyway, the owner sounding quite intoxicated.
Just her luck. . .

❝ What's a little lady like you, doing in a place like this? Don't you know that if you come here, it means you're in the mood for some fun?~ ❞

Standing up, her mind and body on high alert, she didn't want this, fun, nor did she want to be seen by anyone else in the town. Trying to keep her distance from the drunken scumbag, she unintentionally cornered herself, scolding herself for being this careless.
What exactly could she do in this situation?

The only means of escape was blocked by the man whose only goal was to have a ' good time ' with her. As he approached, something in her mind changed and her body and instincts took over. Moving faster than a normal human could possibly hope to, Roselyn positioned herself behind the drunken male and being of a shorter stature, she kicked in his knee, making him kneel. Her eyes glowed a demonic golden colour, a new kind of hunger taking over her; a hunger for blood.

With the male kneeling down in front of her, she pulled him close and fangs protruded out from her lips, sinking into the soft warm flesh, pure relief overcoming her. She continued to drain the male, holding onto his weak body, squeezing his back and chest, extracting the crimson liquid that her body desired. Her pains of hunger began to disperse, finally having the feeling of being satisfied after a meal.

She didn't want to stop, she couldn't stop, the newly born vampire was feeding, and what made it even sweeter; the male she was feasting off, was the one that was going to take advantage of her.

After what could have seemed like an eternity for the drained male, Roselyn dropped his limp and practically lifeless body to the ground, licking and wiping her lips clean from any evidence of her blood-lust. She felt energised, free, like nothing could stop her. With a these thoughts swarming her mind, a smirk grew on her face, the vampire filled with liquid courage. Discarding her coat, she no longer cared who came after her. If the humans wanted her head, let them try. They'd receive the same treatment as the male laying lifeless where he belonged; beneath her.

With that, she proudly walked through the village, fangs beared as a challenge; come and get her｡

Maya｡
Age: 32｡
Relationship: Adoptive Mother｡
Status: deceased｡
Cause of Death: Execution via Guillotine｡
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Roselyn prefers not to speak about her adoptive mother, the memories only bringing unwanted painful thoughts on her past, one of which she wishes to forget｡ The only thing she has to remember her by is the scar left on her neck from the bite that turned her.

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Parents｡
Age: Unknown｡
Relationship: Biological Parents｡
Status: Deceased｡
Cause of Death: Double suicide｡
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Two months after the birth, the mother ended her life by poisoning herself with numerous fatal chemicals. That same night, the father came home to discover his wife dead on the floor, and in an act carried with a fatal dose of grief, he took his own life by hanging himself with rope that was left in the house｡

Superhuman Strength
Roselyn possesses strength that no humans can match with. She essentially has the strength of ten men. This makes her extremely hard to deal with in physical combat.

Superhuman Speed
As vampires live beyond mortal time, Roselyn is able to phase through a small period of time, enabling her to move faster than what the human eye can perceive. This is also why vampires are said to be able to "teleport".

Enhanced Senses
As a predator, Roselyn is equipped with enhanced senses of hearing, smell and sight. She can see as well in total darkness as humans can see in broad daylight.

Hypnotism
Roselyn can plant suggestions into the minds of anyone she meets with her hypnotic gaze. The strength of the suggestions depend on the difference between her will and that of the victim's. Using this power, Roselyn can also force victims to forget about the attack, allowing her to get away easily and undetected. To make the hypnosis easier for her to get away with, she tends to flirt with her victims in order to lower their defenses, thus making their will much weaker against her own.

Damage Resistance
Roselyn is extremely resistant to physical damage. Conventional weapons like blades and guns cannot damage their physical form. Only holy items or weapons made of specific materials can inflict injuries on her.

Regeneration
Even if a vampire is wounded, their rate of healing is very fast. Most wounds will heal with one night of rest. For Roselyn, this isn't the case, she takes a little longer for her wounds to heal. Only serious wounds caused by holy items would scar her forever.

Shapeshifting
Roselyn can shape-shift into the shape of a grey wolf. She can also disperse into elemental vapours, thus allowing her to slip in through door slits or narrow cracks.

Immortality
Roselyn does not age and die with the passing of time. Although she may appear to have aged when she hasn't fed for a long time, she will be rejuvenated when she drinks a lot of blood. She is also immune to all forms of diseases known to humans. Due to her long "life span", her cunning and intelligence cannot be underestimated as it is one of her most formidable weapons, in her opinion anyways.