Welcome, Katy! You've been accepted into ATHANASIA with the role of Josephine Rose âPosyâ Sweet as played by Lily Collins. Now that you've been approved, please follow our New Member Checklist to get your roleplay started. We're excited to have you!
THE WRITER
Name/Alias: Katy / aikiakane Age: 32 Timezo ne: CST (USA/Canada Central Standard Time) Availability: Anytime; roughly noon - 2am Roleplay Experience (How long have you been RPing for?): 16+ years in several formats (pen-paper, MMOs, MUDs, forum-style, IM chat, LARP, etc.) Have you read and agreed to our guidelines?: I have read and accept the guidelines as presented.
THE CHARACTER
Character Name: Josephine Rose âPosyâ Sweet Species: Human Type: Ghoul Age: 21 Face Claim: Lily Collins (Demigods, Fae, Witches) Name two of your abilities: n/a (Demigods, Fae, Witches) Name one of your weaknesses: n/a
Biography: Posy Sweet, daughter and only child of Captain Joseph Sweet and French immigrant Gabrielle Sweet (nĂŠe BeauchĂŞne) was born in Las Vegas, Nevada on June 13th, 1994. Her father works for the Las Vegas Police Department and her mother is a pastry chef at a high-class restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip. She was everything the couple had hoped for in a child: kind, intelligent and outgoing. But something was always a little different about Posy. Her baby teeth grew in much earlier than most of her daycare classmatesâ own; she showed a great aversion to plant-based or overly sweet foods. By six years old, she ate almost exclusively meat - especially rare. Her appetite wasnât dramatically voracious ⌠just different. Posy refused to eat in front of other children; lunchtime at school was spent drinking large amounts of water and studying.
In 2008, she enrolled into Rancho High School at 14, focusing on the college-prep oriented Academy of Medicine. Fourteen, coincidentally, was the same year that puberty decided to rear its ugly head and turn Posyâs world into what she would later describe as âa living nightmareâ. Her body began to change in the typical adolescent girl fashion, with some glaring differences. She began to reject any food sheâd previously enjoyed: the very smell of steaks would turn her stomach. Eating them was even worse ⌠nothing stayed down long enough for digestion. Her first two months of school were spent in and out of various medical facilities as her parents were frantically trying to cure their daughter from whatever mystery disease sheâd been hit with.She began to lose focus in everything sheâd built up academically. She lived on nothing but water; her skin paled and thinned, and she lost weight rapidly. Doctors had given her less than a month to live; her parents refused to believe their daughter was dying.
Later that fall, her grandfather, a cattle baron named Jackson Sweet, came for a visit, and with him, answers to Posyâs declining health. Like Posy, Jackson never cared for ⌠certain foods. With her recent growth spurt, Jackson knew just what had happened. He explained it with as much sensitivity as possible, but there was really no way of getting around it. Jackson and his granddaughter were genetically mutated from the normal genome. At puberty their cellular structure turned on a dormant gene that craved one thing: human flesh. Normal food would weaken, and potentially even kill their changed bodies. It was something heâd hidden from his son, since Joseph had never presented with a similar diagnosis. There was a name for people like them: ghouls. Feared and hunted down like wild animals if their secrets were found out. However, there were ways to hide a ghoulâs true nature.
There was a reason that being a cattle rancher was one of the best jobs for a ghoul: hiring vagrants, illegals and ex-convicts made for easy meals when someone got out of line. And it wasnât as if they needed to eat people every single day. Jackson made it quite clear that, if properly fed, a ghoul could go a month or two between each feeding, provided that the âmealâ was of a sizeable quantity. To prove his point, heâd brought along a sizeable cooler, packed to the brim with what looked like ordinary cuts of prime beef. As soon as the lid was off, Posy gingerly dug through it, and sure enough, none of the meatâs smells sickened her. She took several cuts and ran off to the kitchen alone; she couldnât bear to have her family watch her as she ravenously tore through each piece. After all, she hadnât eaten in two months. By that evening, her face was already regaining its warm complexion. Her stomach no longer growled in a starving protest. Within a month, Posy had regained all of the weight sheâd lost; doctors that examined her had no explanation for her âmiraculousâ recovery. No one bothered to explain it to them. There was really no need.
It took time to adjust to her new âdietâ. For a time, her grandfather would drive down with coolers of meat to store at Posyâs house. Her parents even bought a special freezer just for her âcuisineâ. Her family built an underground storage unit in their backyard (for emergencies, they explained to the neighbors). Josephâs job in the police department gave him a large pool of potential meals for his daughter, largely in the form of drunken homeless that found themselves locked up in the drunk tanks. Upon release, however, those very same vagrants would sometimes find themselves chained in a dark place where no one could hear them scream, or the chainsawâs roar as they were butchered like cattle.
Posy graduated with honors and enrolled in the University of Nevada at Las Vegas, with a focus in Evolutionary Biology. If she had to live with such a forbidden genetic structure, she was going to study it down to the very nature of its existence. Now, with graduation in sight, her knowledge and adept adjustment to this new life have given her opportunities that she never thought existed.
ANSWER THE FOLLOWING IC
Who⌠or what, are you?
My name is Josepine Sweet, but you can call me Posy. Most people I know do. Iâm a junior at UNLV. I live with my parents ⌠but not because Iâm clingy or unable to live on my own. Iâm ⌠well, you might call me a freak of nature. A monster ⌠but Iâm not. I am pretty different, though. I donât know that many people like me. See, Iâm not a normal human. Youâd call me a ghoul. It sounds scarier than it really is, I promise. Iâm not a zombie or some weird science experiment. Iâm a different caliber of genetic drift. A branch of humanity that, if you ask me, evolved to cull our numbers. The planetâs population is explosive and we donât have the resources to keep growing like this. Nature makes its own solutions in the wild to prevent the ecosystem from inbalance. So it only makes sense that we as a higher form of animal would do the same. Iâm not going to run up and eat your face off, if thatâs what youâre worried about. I know my limits; I hide my abnormalities like someone with scars might cover them with clothes or makeup. But I do my part for the ecosystem, and some day, I think people might even thank me for it.
Where are you originally from? What brought you to Vegas?
I was born and raised here in Las Vegas. And I really donât see myself moving anywhere else. My family is here, my friends that I grew up with are, too. The education Iâve received here has been more than I could have asked for and I can find any sort of job I want right here in the city. Plus, I do have to say, I really do love living in a place where your meals are practically free! Thereâs so much variety to everything in Las Vegas ⌠whyever would you think Iâd want to leave all this behind?.
