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Roselle

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a character in “The Fools in Summer”, as played by Starboi

Description

Name: Roselle
Nickname(s): Rose, Black Rose
Species: ???
Age: ???
Appears Around: 16-17
Gender: Agender
Height: 5'6
Weight: ???
Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Witch/ Doll Maker/Mortician
Birthday: December 25th
Body Build: Slender/Underweight/thin
Skin colour: Light Ivory
Hair style: Short, jagged
Hair colour: Neon purple
Eye colour: Plum
Preferred Clothing: Gothic type clothing [i.e; suits]


Health

Posture: Straight
Any physical illnesses?: No
Any mental illnesses?: No
Take drugs?: Yes
Smoke?: Yes
Drinks: Yes
Swears?: Yes

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: Old paintings, blood, black roses, cemeteries, the dark, silver, red wine, dolls
Dislikes: Strawberries, broken biscuit sticks, darkness

Hobbies: Painting, making dolls, writing
Habits: Biting his nails and tips of his fingers until they bleed


Personality: Often rather cold, condescending and otherwise uncaring, Roselle gives off a deadpan stare and coldness about him.


Relationships: None

Quotes: "Nope."


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So begins...

Roselle's Story

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"My, another one... Now, whatever am I to do with you?" The body was frigid and austere; a young Caucasian adolescent male of about sixteen years, short caramel hair cut jagged at his neck. Dark bruises covered the back and sides of his neck, an indication of strangulation despite the cause of his demise being cardiac arrest. "You've left such a mess of my table, such a terrible guest." Roselle ran slender fingers through thick, neon purple hair with a deep, exasperated sigh slipping past a thin lipped smile as he slid the large metal tray back into its cabinet. "I must pay someone a visit... I'm afraid I lost a precious item, and a young woman is aware of its location. I will see you very soon, my little darlings."
Roselle hummed a funeral dirge while stepping outside, locking up the morgue with a rather large lock and rusted brass key, which was slipped into suit pockets. "It is so cold outside, I hate to have to be out and away from my darlings. Poor dolls, so alone in such a bitter, cold place, not unlike the outside world we live in. Adjusting the white cashmere gloves they wore, Roselle knocked upon Jennifer's door. "Excuse me! It is dark, cold, and I have ashes to attend to; graves to dig, a priceless item to locate! Open up immediately, I haven't the time for this!" Being British; British-Australian, Roselle had a rather thick accent and demanding tone that often came across as the most bitter individual one could possibly come across.
"I have three clients to bury this afternoon and someone within this house knows where my book is!"

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The door opened, and Jenniffer's father stood there, looming like a mountain. He had a gnarled brown beard and shoulder-length brown hair. He wore a plaid shirt and ripped jeans, and carried a belt. His girth and height covered the entire door, as if he were some living wall.
"What," he said, with a voice like thunder, "do you want?"

* * *

Jenniffer could hear her father yelling at someone on the front door. Probably some mail boy or one of those guys who hand out religious pamphlets.
She was reading through the Book of the Damned, and boy but was it a hefty sonuvagun. It was also a little hard to read because of it being entirely in Latin, and because the handwriting was very messy and cramped. What she did translate was stuff about spells, like making voodoo dolls or Ouija board stuff. Most of the stuff seemed to have some relation to the dead, death, bones, blood or spirits. It was a bit freaky, frankly.

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The pale, purple haired male adjusted his gloves as he cleared his throat. "I want my book returned to me immediately! Have you the slightest idea as to how many bodies are awaiting cremation? I had to leave the morgue for this, and I am rather displeased. I want my book, I refuse to depart without it!" Morgue? So the huge, creepy tome belonged to the town's mortician. It made quite a bit of sense, of course, and he seemed rather adamant for its return. "Do you understand, sir? This is quite inconvenient for me at such an hour, I recently was brought a boy that has become quite a terrible problem and cannot be left alone for too long, less he cause another mess. He does not play well with other children."


Roselle was far from intimidated by this man, because he would see him on a metal table one day.

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The man continued to glower darkly at this boy, the mortician. His hands started to tighten into fists. "I do not know what you are speaking of," he said smoothly. "We have no book of yours. Now leave my abode and do not return." And with that, he closed the door.
Meanwhile, Jenniffer continued to read her book. It was quite fascinating, really. All these odd spells...
An idea struck her; a rather mischievous and possibly dangerous one. Maybe I'll test this out, she mused. Maybe the magic will be real, and I'll be some cool necromancer chick. Which wouldn't be too surprising, considering this hell of a town.
She flipped to the appropriate page and skimmed the area describing the materials needed, then ran off, book tucked under her arm.
She tip-toed through the house, making sure not to disturb Father who was sleeping on the couch. He often took power naps after he was finished chewing someone out. Probably the poor fool who was out by the door, whoever he was.
She quickly gathered the supplies, which included chalk, some candles, a crystal she plucked off of Father's shelf of odd relics, a cloth napkin and a lighter.
She went outside to the backyard of the house. It wasn't like the big grassy backyards of most kids. It was an abandoned parking lot, surrounded by a fence her father had built when he'd bought this property. The derelict restaurant was beyond the fence. As a child, she used to climb around the wreckage and get into all sorts of mischief there.
At least, before her father beat all the mischief out of her. She could still feel the old scars sting a little when she bent over to prepare the stuff. He'd been getting a little more pacified as of late, which was good.
She drew a pentagram, a star within a circle, on the ground with chalk, and then put the candles at each point of the star, lighting each one in the evening gloom. She placed the cloth napkin at the center, the crystal on top, and then she began to chant.
It was a relatively simple chant, which was good because while she could read Latin she was no expert on it. "Mater transformandus sit, et ego in te vocas! Commoda mihi multitudinem liberorum benedictionem!" "Mother Ghoul, I call on you! Lend me one of your many children as a blessing!" Even though this was something that could definitely lead to some people thinking of her as a Satanist, she didn't really care. Besides, her family was already infamous for her father's deeds.
As she chanted, she lit the cloth napkin on fire. It burned quickly. Was it her imagination, or did it seem to get darker around her and the flames hotter?
As soon as the flames licked the crystal, there was a blinding flash of light. Jenniffer threw her hands over her eyes, lest she be blinded. After it faded, everything looked normal. However, crystal, napkin and candles were gone. There was just the pentagram drawn in white chalk on the pavement. Huh, she thought. That was-
Her thought process was interrupted as a bony hand broke the surface. Jenniffer yelped and scuttled back on her hands and feet.
The hand was followed by another, which dug a corpse out of the ground. No, not a corpse; it looked like one. It was a skeletal, hairless creature, with gray skin pulled taut against thin bones. It had no lips, nose or ears, and it stared at her with chattering teeth and wild eyes. Jenniffer stared in horror at it, not making a sound.
It was a ghoul.

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Roselle suddenly had this sort of feeling that screamed at him to glance upwards as he stood outside until he did, only for his deeply set eyes to widen in their sleepless sockets. He was rendered speechless for a moment, a mere brief moment in which he swore that he certainly had to retrieve his book one way or another from whatever imbecilic individual had decided to read from it. That, and his revelation was followed by a long string of wrathfully irritated curses to the Gods below as he vanished from where he stood. The smoke always caused terrible coughing, it might as well have equated to smoking an entire package of cigarettes, which he could safely say was quite terrible despite he himself lighting that many per day. Apparently most humans don't have that lung capacity, and most humans don't live to be 112-and-a-half.
Fortunately for Jennifer, the smoke didn't follow Roselle when he appeared behind her, just the extinguishing of every present light source and even then did the pale male carry a black lace parasol because hey, artificial light can hurt when all you're used to are candles. Yes, welcome to the non-Victorian Era, Roselle, enjoy your stay. "What in the Hell did you do?! You're not a necromancer! Or a mortician! Or a necromancer mortician! For the love of Hades, don't ever do this again, yeah? I had to step away from work for this." He swore in Latin, another very, very long string of harsh curses as he removed his right glove and snapped his fingers, thus nullifying the summoning ritual and returning the ghoul to eternal rest before it could slaughter Jennifer. "You don't ever get to touch this book. Not even the cover. Or the spine. Or the bookmark, because my job is very important. If you want to learn these things, you should ask before you read. Reading can be dangerous when the book is hundreds of years old and in a language you don't major in from the sound of it."

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Jenniffer stared with wide eyes at Roselle. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind, mainly because of his mention of being a mortician. "Hey," she said, "aren't you that one kid who works over at the morgue? Roselle, right? I think I saw you once in Latin class."

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"Correct." Roselle took his book, flipping through pages until he had reached the one Jennifer read from. "...I am surprised... usually this sort of spell does not work properly, even when followed. Although... I don't want you borrowing this without supervision. I'm not trying to be your father, I just ... don't want you to get hurt."

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Jenniffer winced. "Yeah, sorry. Didn't think it would work anyways, I was just curious..." she trailed off.
Then, a thought occurred to her. "Hey, could you teach me this stuff?" she asked excitedly.

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"Could I teach you?" Roselle felt himself internally cringing. "... yes, I can. You won't have to slip outside... as you would most likely tell, I have the habit of letting myself in to escape those like your father. Unpleasant man, really. Seems to take a sort of pleasure out of yelling at unfortunate souls. You may or may succeed in what you want, Jenniffer. I had to learn almost as much as you will. Almost. One perk, if you will, of not being entirely human."

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"So... are we just going to do this out here? In the backyard?" She waved her hand around the cracked pavement. The yellow, white and blue parking spot paint was faded, and weeds grew through the abundant cracks in the ground. "If we are, we'd have to be careful so my father doesn't see. He... he doesn't like me being around other people." She blushed a bit.