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peckingorders) wrote2024-09-18 05:08 am
peckingorders) wrote2024-09-18 05:08 am
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ROSALINE
Exclusive escort vampire girl who's a peck below the other supernaturals in the night, but a peck above the humans who make for (a majority of) her clients. Likes to snack on men in their throes of passion which gets her in trouble with her resident manager, the demon, Xavion. A girl who was born into poverty and became a vampire with the hope of obtaining more for herself, only to realize that vampires are the dirt under the supernatural world's shoe, not as strong as werewolves and demons, and inherently looked down upon for their reliance on human blood and their sensitivity to sunlight. However, she has still managed to crawl out of the gutter in Paris, travelled to New York City at some point between then and now and has made an unlife for herself there, working as an high-end escort that gets her into all the fancy parties and hanging out with all the slick politicians and rich artists.
personality
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extroverted . charming . assertive . confident
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practical . intelligent . adaptable
🔥
coquettish . flirty . brash . rude
appearance
Long, wavy brown hair. Hazel eyes with green specks, turn golden when she's just fed. Pale skin. A supernatural allure. She's 173 cm tall and slender, bordering on too thin. Typical model built. Although she's over a hundred years old, she appears early twenties. On her neck, she carries a scar from when Odetta turned her, it is the only blemish to her skin.
abilities
background
In life, Isabelle Moulin was a gutter rat, a cheap street singer/flower girl/laundry woman/street worker/whatever job could get her a meal that night who dreamed of more. She dreamed of the Opera, she dreamed of the rich people's parties, she dreamt of men and women who could take her out of this world and into the one she knew had to exist out of her reach.
That was when she met Odetta, a Hungarian art collector, who came to buy a bouquet of flowers from her on a day when that was Isabelle's job to sell. She also came to make Isabelle a proposition. Escort her to the dreadful, dreary ball she would attend in the evening, and she would pay her in riches for her effort, she needed a pretty confidante, a beautiful companion. Although Isabelle realized, something was probably in the fine print, she accepted readily and let Odetta dress her, ready her and take her to the ball.
It was as magical as she had always dreamed, and she took to it like a fish to water.
Afterward, Odetta took her home to her hotel room, undressed her, made love to her - and then killed her, only to turn her into one of her own kind, a vampire, with the promise of eternal life, enhanced strength, speed and resistance to pain. The world will never look the same to you again, mon chérie.
And the world didn't.
However, it didn't look much better either. Travelling through Europe by Odetta's side at first, Isabelle had to accept that to the supernatural world she suddenly understood existed, demons and werewolves, sorcerers and witches, vampires were trash for their reliance on humans. She was more than human now, but less than everyone else. In the wake of WWII, Odetta and Isabelle - now under the name Rosaline - parted ways and although peripherally aware that her mistress has later died, it is not a loss that haunts her. Masters and fledglings are more easily compared to cuckoo parents who push their chicks out of the nest than to human parents and children. Likewise it was with Odetta and Rosaline.
For the next many years, Rosaline travelled on her own, settling mainly in the big cities where there were underworlds to blend into. Eventually, almost 100 years after she was turned, she finally crossed the Atlantic and settled in New York City where she met the demon pimp, Xavion, seduced him and had them both sign a binding, demonic contract that ensured he would provide for her as long as she worked in his workforce of high-end escort girls, all the rest of them human, as Xavion generally preferred it. With her among his girls, Xavion slowly began to expand his circle of clients to also count supernatural beings and Rosaline was popular across the board. So popular she would soon become a celebrated face among the modern elite.
That was when she met Odetta, a Hungarian art collector, who came to buy a bouquet of flowers from her on a day when that was Isabelle's job to sell. She also came to make Isabelle a proposition. Escort her to the dreadful, dreary ball she would attend in the evening, and she would pay her in riches for her effort, she needed a pretty confidante, a beautiful companion. Although Isabelle realized, something was probably in the fine print, she accepted readily and let Odetta dress her, ready her and take her to the ball.
It was as magical as she had always dreamed, and she took to it like a fish to water.
Afterward, Odetta took her home to her hotel room, undressed her, made love to her - and then killed her, only to turn her into one of her own kind, a vampire, with the promise of eternal life, enhanced strength, speed and resistance to pain. The world will never look the same to you again, mon chérie.
And the world didn't.
However, it didn't look much better either. Travelling through Europe by Odetta's side at first, Isabelle had to accept that to the supernatural world she suddenly understood existed, demons and werewolves, sorcerers and witches, vampires were trash for their reliance on humans. She was more than human now, but less than everyone else. In the wake of WWII, Odetta and Isabelle - now under the name Rosaline - parted ways and although peripherally aware that her mistress has later died, it is not a loss that haunts her. Masters and fledglings are more easily compared to cuckoo parents who push their chicks out of the nest than to human parents and children. Likewise it was with Odetta and Rosaline.
For the next many years, Rosaline travelled on her own, settling mainly in the big cities where there were underworlds to blend into. Eventually, almost 100 years after she was turned, she finally crossed the Atlantic and settled in New York City where she met the demon pimp, Xavion, seduced him and had them both sign a binding, demonic contract that ensured he would provide for her as long as she worked in his workforce of high-end escort girls, all the rest of them human, as Xavion generally preferred it. With her among his girls, Xavion slowly began to expand his circle of clients to also count supernatural beings and Rosaline was popular across the board. So popular she would soon become a celebrated face among the modern elite.