Rosaline Valtaeri

[Shining Star]

Rosaline Valtaeri

General Information

Name: Rosaline Valtaeri

Gender: Female

Age: Appears 19, real age unknown.

Race: Dhampir (Offspring of a male vampire and human female)

Height: 5'11

Weight: 158 lbs.

Occupation: Freelancer

Part to Part Description

Body:
Rosaline stands at a model height, sporting a slim and slender physique with no prominent muscular features. Her body is very feminine, curved and finely shaped. Every ounce of her weight is properly distributed, showing a love for maintaining health. From her slender neck and her fine hands to her thin waist and toned core. Her skin tone is pale, a racial trait that most mistake for simple fairness. There are no visible scars or blemishes, nor tattoos. She smells very clean, sometimes of lavender or seductive oils.

Head:
Long, straight black hair flows free from her head down to her waist, framing a fair and gently smiling face. Her facial features are smooth and fine, pale but unmarked. She's obviously well taken care of, clean and neat, detesting the use of makeup. Set into her eyes are two silvery pupils, bright and sometimes very expressive. Though Rosaline has become more adept at hiding emotion, her face can show it when she's off guard.

Voice:
Rosaline's voice is generally very calm, collected, much like her manner. Even when angry, she tends to keep her tone down. But hearing it is like a gentle noise, pleasant to listen to. Good luck trying to get her to sing, though...


(Still adding to it, feel free to comment.)

[Shining Star]

(This is the beginning to Rose's story, even before birth)

At the beginning

Many years ago, the vampire lord Raphael Valtaeri lived in an old and ghosted family castle, Rosethorn. He was getting older, his fledgling years far behind him. And with the slow process of his 'aging' form, Raphael grew bored with undeath. He began to withdraw from the local undead society, finding that their company only brought him more stress. Powerful as he was, and a master of the blade, the others feared his growing recluse behavior. But no matter who came to his door, they were sent away. Raphael nearly shut himself away for good, only fearing eventual starvation.

But there came a night upon the castle where ghastly weather engulfed the land. Rain poured from the sky as lightning flashed across the darkest clouds. A frail figure of an old woman wandered to the castle doors, her long dark cloak soaked and worn from traveling. Raphael would hear her rapping on the door and felt an extreme sense of curiosity. He knew well the terrible gale that raged outside the castle. Who could possibly be out in it?

Raphael opened the door with an easy pull, peering out into the dark. The light from inside illuminated the figure before him. The aged human woman begged for his mercy on such a terrible night, that she might stay for shelter and respite. She claimed to have been traveling so far when the storm hit. Her horse had been spooked and abandoned her. While Raphael questioned why an elderly lady would be making such a journey, especially with the weather, he felt a certain mixture of pity and curiosity.

Raphael invited her inside, hoping that this frail elder would be ignorant of his nature. He did not wish to frighten her away when he longed for company and change. And then, there seemed more to this old woman than he could name. He felt a certain presence about her, the smell of her blood was... Unique. Nevertheless he brought the woman into the lounge and sat her down. He was about to apologize that he had no food, fearing the fact he was unable to have a cover story for that. But the woman held up her hand as he opened his mouth to speak.

It was then that the woman introduced herself. Dirdra, an Eldritch witch who had tested Raphael's hospitality. She knew right away that he was of the undead, and bluntly began to ask questions. Raphael knew now what he had brought into his home, the Eldritch witches were a kind that had unimaginable power. They knew most of the darkest secrets of the world, could cast magic that would easily destroy him. So with that in mind, Raphael answered. He told her that he withdrew from his kin for he began to loathe his boredom, hate his existence. He grew tired of the same old thing and even wished that he'd never been cursed.

Dirdra listened to him as he poured his thoughts out like the storm poured it's rain. She smiled crookedly and assured him that her presence there meant the end of his suffering. He had shown what seemed to be a weak and normal human being utter kindness, where any other vampire may have simply tried to kill her. The deception was a test, and Raphael wondered exactly how she would change things. Dirdra tried asking Raphael what he missed about his life as a mortal. Raphael thought hard about it, he wasn't exactly sure what it was that he missed. But he knew something was there. It was like a memory that couldn't be quite forgotten, but barely recalled.

And finally the vampire, unlike any other, answered. Love.