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{ Misnomer }
"As if anyone calls themselves by such an old name. Call me Rosalie Hart, and don't ever call me Rosie."
Rosalind Ophelia Antoinette Speckhart
{ Gender }
"They called it the fairer sex, I called it the better."
Female
{ Sexuality }
Pansexual, though she's definitely more attracted to males. Rose is simply fascinated with the female anatomy is all.
{ Species }
Witch
{ Inhuman Appearance }
Along with the fact that her eyes are a glowing icy blue shade and that she stopped aging around the beginning of the twentieth century, Rosalie also has what it is known as a forked tongue, reminiscent to a snake along with a sharp hiss when she is angry.
"As if anyone calls themselves by such an old name. Call me Rosalie Hart, and don't ever call me Rosie."
Rosalind Ophelia Antoinette Speckhart
{ Gender }
"They called it the fairer sex, I called it the better."
Female
{ Sexuality }
Pansexual, though she's definitely more attracted to males. Rose is simply fascinated with the female anatomy is all.
{ Species }
Witch
{ Inhuman Appearance }
Along with the fact that her eyes are a glowing icy blue shade and that she stopped aging around the beginning of the twentieth century, Rosalie also has what it is known as a forked tongue, reminiscent to a snake along with a sharp hiss when she is angry.
{ Personality }
After being married into an upper middle class family at the age of fourteen, Rosalie has made it her life goal to never live without her wealth, pride, and social prestige. Perhaps her magical prowess will never be on the same level as Magnus Bane, but she has been renowned for years for her poisonous concoctions and helpful potions. It's probably surprising that the woman who serves vodka shots and the like is the same who can poison you with a drop of liquid in your system. But all it typically takes, for those who don't know her, is a simple flash of teeth in a seemingly innocent smile and the peek of dimples in her high cheeks, and suddenly Rosalie can do no wrong. She is deceitful in that way, easily playing the role of the sweetheart. Smooth and muscles coiling as if preparing for an attack, Rosalie takes after her biological father in that she can be as smooth and as sneaky as a snake. Her beauty is one of her favorite tools and she oh so loves using it against people. Rose has no problem enjoying the sensual side of life and has no shame when others look at her with disgust. After all, no one truly knows what happens behind closed doors and Rosalie is a lady; she would never tell.
Rosalie can come off as friendly and generally easy to talk to. She likes gathering her allies and always being a part of the crowd, but never the center. No, she doesn't want to be there - anything can happen with all eyes on you. Rather, Rosalie would prefer to be on the outskirts, constantly keeping a watchful eye on others to see the excitement unfold, and at the same time, and to also keep her name out of it. Perhaps this is simply a defense mechanism, a way to shield her own heart from the prospects of getting hurt. But of course, if you bring something like this up, you might find yourself on the receiving end of a not-so-pleasant drink. You see, while it is easy to for Rosalie to seem unsuspecting and sweet, there's always two sides of a coin and Rosalie is as bipolar as they come. Counteracting this easy-going and vivacious side of her is a girl with a sharp tongue equipped with a rather deadly kind of rage. Violent rage or one that explodes at the drop of the dime is simple. Rosalie can never be simple. No, if you have angered her or made her angry, she will never explode or attack you. Not unless you were someone she truly cared about. Anyone else, her revenge is calculated and when you least expect it. It could be months or years later when she gets back at you. And yes, that is petty and childish, but it's who she is. So, most people stay on her good side.
However, it is smart to note that while she does prefer being seen as this charismatic and rather prim woman, Rosalie has definitely built up walls around herself. After a loveless marriage with an adulterous and incompetent man and a romance that would have never been acceptable in the eyes of God and his people, Rosalie still manages to maintain of sort of distance between herself and others. Of course, being her bubbly self at the bar has garnered her a few acquaintances and perhaps a few that she would call friends. However, Rosalie has become quite accustomed to being lonely. It has never been a fun existence, but she would rather it at this point. A part of her is still that innocent teenager who loved the idea of love, and who wants to fall in love. But she buries that behind a cold vanity, oftentimes coming across to lovers as a rather selfish woman with walls too high for her own good. But if there is no one willing to make the climb, why should she waste her time to bring them down?
{ History }
Rosalind Ophelia Antoinette Speckhart was the result of rape and her mother never failed to remind her of that. Rebekah, herself, had been a beauty in her younger years - tall, curvy yet still slim, pale skin, icy blue eyes, and pale blonde hair like the softest feather. She had prided herself on her looks and snagged for herself a rather accomplished gentleman. And lo and behold that he have such an understanding and forgiving heart after he found his beloved wife ravished and brutalized by a demon. Instead of casting her and the bastard child out, he kept little Rosalie as she would be the youngest of five older siblings and treated her as such. Surprisingly enough, she ended up being his most treasured child. But her mother - Rebekah made it very clear that Rosalie meant nothing but shame to her. So, Rose would spend the majority of her youth trying her hardest to garner her mother's affection; she would become very well read and write just as prettily as her older sisters, she conducted herself accordingly during guest visits and various events in their English town, and she was a rather respectable young woman with her mother's looks. But it was evident that her father was in her and despite having decided to simply not use her magic at all, she could never win her mother's love.
So, Rosalie was rather ecstatic when a marriage proposal came for her before her older sister. The eldest had been married for six months at that point and it was surprising that someone would want the youngest first. But she was lovely and he was charming, so she became Mrs. Rosalie Bennett. But it wasn't as grand as fourteen year old Rosalie dreamed it would be. Daniel, her husband, had heard the rumors of who her true father was and married her simply for appearances; who would be the idiot and not pick the most beautiful and one of the smarter Speckhart daughters? But it had never been about love, not when he had once wooed her with poetry. Their first night together and he raped Rosalie, throwing her down and ignoring her screams for help. It would be after the fourth night of this horrible treatment that her magic would finally spring up without warning, throwing him off. It would be the last time that Rosalie was ever welcomed into his bed. It was also when her dreams died for she believed that if she were able to have a baby - provide her husband with a family - he could grow to care for her, just a little. But because no one discussed to her the setbacks of her true lineage, the stillbirth and her husband's ultimate disgust left her heartbroken.
After a while, a resentment formed deep in Rosalie's chest. Sure, she smiled in her husband's face when they were in public and was still a rather gentle - if you could call her that - creature. But a deep hatred and bitterness had festered up inside of her, prompting her to one of the shadiest parts of her new town to find another such as herself. An older witch. There, Rosalie learned about her abilities. She found that she had an affinity for potions, poisons in particular. And it wasn't long until her husband pushed her to end him. Two affairs with two of her "friends" without a hint of remorse and Rosalie pretty much tortured him with magic before leaving their home; he was left behind with a poison in his system that slowly killed him. If ever anyone wanted to find her, they could only look to one person. And he was with her in the Americas.
It was her brother. Their relationship had been doomed from the start. Being half siblings left the unable to ever truly be together. They never took their relationship any farther than the sibling love that they had, but it was there. It was obvious to anyone around them. But Edward was one of the most important people in her life and why wouldn't she bring him with her when she moved to New Orleans? There, they were one of the richest families in the city. Why wouldn't they? She was a witch that had a pretty good connection with the other witches of the city; some really weren't witches, others actually were. Either way, there was a loyalty in that community. They were charming and powerful. And more than that, Rosalie was happy. For the first time in a long time, she was truly happy. But it wouldn't last for forever. Edward could only stay as long as he was allowed to live and as he told her, he didn't want her to use any magic that could keep him alive longer. He wasn't meant to live like her. After his death, she managed to stay in New Orleans for only a few more years before exploring the rest of the world.
Word of a stronger warlock, a man named Magnus Bane, who was in New York reached her during a stay in Nashik, India. She had heard of him a few times before by word of mouth, but it astonished her that he had decided to settle in Brooklyn. It took two weeks for her to make the decision, but with a coaxed recommendation two years back, she was working at a nearby museum as one of the conservators. She offered to work as bartender at Club Utopia after she met Magnus, got her first home, and well, she hasn't left. So, obviously she's found something here.
Rosalind Ophelia Antoinette Speckhart was the result of rape and her mother never failed to remind her of that. Rebekah, herself, had been a beauty in her younger years - tall, curvy yet still slim, pale skin, icy blue eyes, and pale blonde hair like the softest feather. She had prided herself on her looks and snagged for herself a rather accomplished gentleman. And lo and behold that he have such an understanding and forgiving heart after he found his beloved wife ravished and brutalized by a demon. Instead of casting her and the bastard child out, he kept little Rosalie as she would be the youngest of five older siblings and treated her as such. Surprisingly enough, she ended up being his most treasured child. But her mother - Rebekah made it very clear that Rosalie meant nothing but shame to her. So, Rose would spend the majority of her youth trying her hardest to garner her mother's affection; she would become very well read and write just as prettily as her older sisters, she conducted herself accordingly during guest visits and various events in their English town, and she was a rather respectable young woman with her mother's looks. But it was evident that her father was in her and despite having decided to simply not use her magic at all, she could never win her mother's love.
So, Rosalie was rather ecstatic when a marriage proposal came for her before her older sister. The eldest had been married for six months at that point and it was surprising that someone would want the youngest first. But she was lovely and he was charming, so she became Mrs. Rosalie Bennett. But it wasn't as grand as fourteen year old Rosalie dreamed it would be. Daniel, her husband, had heard the rumors of who her true father was and married her simply for appearances; who would be the idiot and not pick the most beautiful and one of the smarter Speckhart daughters? But it had never been about love, not when he had once wooed her with poetry. Their first night together and he raped Rosalie, throwing her down and ignoring her screams for help. It would be after the fourth night of this horrible treatment that her magic would finally spring up without warning, throwing him off. It would be the last time that Rosalie was ever welcomed into his bed. It was also when her dreams died for she believed that if she were able to have a baby - provide her husband with a family - he could grow to care for her, just a little. But because no one discussed to her the setbacks of her true lineage, the stillbirth and her husband's ultimate disgust left her heartbroken.
After a while, a resentment formed deep in Rosalie's chest. Sure, she smiled in her husband's face when they were in public and was still a rather gentle - if you could call her that - creature. But a deep hatred and bitterness had festered up inside of her, prompting her to one of the shadiest parts of her new town to find another such as herself. An older witch. There, Rosalie learned about her abilities. She found that she had an affinity for potions, poisons in particular. And it wasn't long until her husband pushed her to end him. Two affairs with two of her "friends" without a hint of remorse and Rosalie pretty much tortured him with magic before leaving their home; he was left behind with a poison in his system that slowly killed him. If ever anyone wanted to find her, they could only look to one person. And he was with her in the Americas.
It was her brother. Their relationship had been doomed from the start. Being half siblings left the unable to ever truly be together. They never took their relationship any farther than the sibling love that they had, but it was there. It was obvious to anyone around them. But Edward was one of the most important people in her life and why wouldn't she bring him with her when she moved to New Orleans? There, they were one of the richest families in the city. Why wouldn't they? She was a witch that had a pretty good connection with the other witches of the city; some really weren't witches, others actually were. Either way, there was a loyalty in that community. They were charming and powerful. And more than that, Rosalie was happy. For the first time in a long time, she was truly happy. But it wouldn't last for forever. Edward could only stay as long as he was allowed to live and as he told her, he didn't want her to use any magic that could keep him alive longer. He wasn't meant to live like her. After his death, she managed to stay in New Orleans for only a few more years before exploring the rest of the world.
Word of a stronger warlock, a man named Magnus Bane, who was in New York reached her during a stay in Nashik, India. She had heard of him a few times before by word of mouth, but it astonished her that he had decided to settle in Brooklyn. It took two weeks for her to make the decision, but with a coaxed recommendation two years back, she was working at a nearby museum as one of the conservators. She offered to work as bartender at Club Utopia after she met Magnus, got her first home, and well, she hasn't left. So, obviously she's found something here.
{ Face Claim }
Claire Holt
{ Extra?}
Rosalie's home: first floor, bedroom, private study, rooftop garden.
Claire Holt
{ Extra?}
Rosalie's home: first floor, bedroom, private study, rooftop garden.
