That’s [Rosalie Merit] not [Katherine McNamara]. She’s [24/166] years old and a [Heretic]. She may be adaptable, empathetic, & captivating but she’s also volatile, insecure & deceptive.
About Me:
I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.
Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.
Basics:
Name: Rosalie Evangeline Merit Species: Heretic Age: 24/155
Personality:
Rosalie isn’t nearly as hardened by her experiences as one might think. Instead of allowing that pain to fester and pull her towards the darker side, she always has done her best to rise above it and allow herself to be happy. Sometimes easier said than done, but she knows that her joy is truly the best way to get back at those who have wronged her(read: non-biological father, ie the man who raised her). That’s not to say she doesn’t occasionally let that inner darkness out. Her kindness is not to be confused with being weak, a lesson she is more than willing to make clear to anyone who might dare to cross her.
Quick Facts:
This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts
she’s done a few shows on Broadway
a couple back in the 1920s, and then again a couple of years ago
she’s a ripper like her biological father, which translates into both her bloodlust and tendency for siphoning too much from someone
it’s because of this that she tends to avoid siphoning living beings, as well as sticking to a diet of animal blood
even after her initial arrival in America, she never tried to find a coven, for fear of being outcast and hunted down simply due to what she was
she’s kept her species fairly hidden over the years, allowing people to believe she is either a witch or a vampire, but never letting them see that she is truly a combination of both
a good part of her life has been devoted to finding her biological father, as she knows that Mr. Merit wasn’t him
Background:
Rosalie Evangeline Merit was born in London, England in June of 1864 as the first siphoner to the Merit bloodline of witches. Though her mother survived the traumatic birth of the child, she was left in a weakened state from which she would never fully recover. Being the first of his family to produce such an abomination, not to mention one who held so few physical similarities to the rest of his children, Rosalie’s father began looking into the possibility that the girl was not, in fact, his. He came across stories of a group of witches born without magic of their own who instead drew their powers from others. He’d spend his whole life trying to discover whether or not it was one of them who had cursed his family with the magical leech he’d called his daughter.
To her credit, Rosalie did her best not to steal magic from her family, preferring to live without if it meant avoiding punishment. Brutal as the consequences were for harming one of her siblings, sometimes accidents happened. Her father, however, was less than willing to listen, often leaving her with scars as evidence of his wrath. It seemed even with all the effort the young girl put into trying to be good, fate was simply never on her side. Without proper teaching, she was never able to truly get a handle on her siphoning abilities, and one tragic night she lost control entirely and killed one of her brothers. Her first kill.
Rosalie immediately packed her things and fled her childhood home. Using what little magic she possessed, she charmed her mother’s ring with a cloaking spell that would keep her hidden from the Merits. There was no going back after what she’d done. So instead, she settled to find herself a means of making money in order to survive. Easier said than done. With no real prospects, she turned to the one place she knew most women could succeed. A brothel. It was likely the lowest point of her human life, but it sparked the beginning of what would be a thrilling next chapter.
Working in the brothel, Rosalie befriended a young woman named Dorothea. It was a connection that would offer the siphoned a new life. A favorite to many, Dorothea often found herself requested by a young man with a fetish for blood play. Odd, maybe, but it would turn out that the man was a vampire, intent on sharing his immortality with the mortal girl. She would agree, but only if he would also offer up his gift to her friend. He agreed, though only proceeded to turn Dorothea, as Rosalie was still unsure if this was a life she genuinely wanted. It was a choice that would be stolen from her by a man she had mistaken as a client. The year was 1888. The man, was Jack the Ripper.
Waking as a vampire was a strange sensation to say the least. For one, she felt hungry in a way she’d never experienced before, but beyond that…she felt powerful. Not just a physical strength either. No, for once in her life Rosalie could feel a limitless amount of magic coursing through her veins. It wasn’t something she was intent on giving up. Like most vampire, her first feed resulted in a kill, though she found it far easier than she’d imagined. Perhaps the man who had raised her - she now refused to refer to him as her father - had been onto something when calling her an abomination.
For so long she had restrained herself, and now she was finally free to live as she pleased. It was an idea that excited her. Her first plan of action, return to the Merit home to face her former abuser. He would not survive the encounter in his office, though Rosalie herself would discover the research he had been doing on witches like her. Claiming it for herself, as well as a sufficient amount of money, she would make her way to the docks and buy herself a ticket to America. A new life demanded a fresh start, and she felt no regret at leaving nearly everything of her past behind her in London. Only two things could tie her to that life; her birth mother’s ring, and the letters she and Dorothea would continue to write to each other even to this very day.
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