Post by rosalia quiroz on Jan 3, 2024 9:24:13 GMT
ROSALIA QUIROZ
71 | VAMPIRE | FEMALE | DON'T ASK | ALEXA DEMIE | BUTTERCUP
71 | VAMPIRE | FEMALE | DON'T ASK | ALEXA DEMIE | BUTTERCUP
PERSONALITY
Prior to June 2023
With immortality on her side, Rosalia had dedicated herself to having fun. She enjoyed life, from the little things to the bigger ones. Reminiscing over a cup of hot chocolate was just as enjoyable as trying a new makeup palette or kissing the trashcan of a man she enjoyed a little too much. In her mind, if she can't make it fun, then what's the point of living forever?
This mentality made her reckless, though, quick to act and not think things through. She lived selfishly and without remorse, with her own needs as a priority and the world as a backdrop. Rosalia did not care about many people, not genuinely, but there had been a few that had managed to crawl into her heart and make a home out of it, however broken it may be.
After June 2023
Apathy and bloodlust are the main things coursing through her. On the rare occasion that she feels something different, Rosalia is quick to push it down with a nice little blood "donor".
Prior to June 2023
With immortality on her side, Rosalia had dedicated herself to having fun. She enjoyed life, from the little things to the bigger ones. Reminiscing over a cup of hot chocolate was just as enjoyable as trying a new makeup palette or kissing the trashcan of a man she enjoyed a little too much. In her mind, if she can't make it fun, then what's the point of living forever?
This mentality made her reckless, though, quick to act and not think things through. She lived selfishly and without remorse, with her own needs as a priority and the world as a backdrop. Rosalia did not care about many people, not genuinely, but there had been a few that had managed to crawl into her heart and make a home out of it, however broken it may be.
After June 2023
Apathy and bloodlust are the main things coursing through her. On the rare occasion that she feels something different, Rosalia is quick to push it down with a nice little blood "donor".
HISTORY
Childhood
Rosalia grew up an only child in the 1950s; a spoiled, rotten child with a nanny as a mother and distant biological parents. Christmas was spent opening presents by herself, with the majority of the toys she received being destroyed in a fit of rage and frustration at never being good enough to make her parents stay. Her nanny had to clean up many of messes, guiding Rosa into becoming something other than what her parents were shaping her to be.
Adolescence
A bright eyed, manipulative teenage girl was no match for absent parents. When it came time to set their foot down, to try and discipline their child who was running around hippy circles and acid-loving communes, they had no power over her. Rosalia knew what she had grown up to be, she knew where her life was headed and in the grand scheme of the world she was nothing but a speck. Her life, as wasted as it had been up until age 18, was not going to create the ripple everyone had told her it would.
Early Adulthood
Sometime between her love for The Beatles and cult leaders, Rosalia was turned. As any stupid, arrogant and immature young adult, she had gotten herself in the kind of crowds that weren't kind. A handsome young man with a charming smile and pretty eyes was all it took for her to take a bite out of immortality. What started as passionate infatuation soon became an issue when Rosalia became aware that she now had the rest of time with this person... and forever is such a long time.
10 Years After Turning
It's the late 80s now and Rosalia has had ten years to adapt to being a vampire. Her body looks the same as it did when she was 24, but her mind has changed over the course of her transformation and her new set of skills. Whereas her friends were going through a midlife crisis, she stayed the same - frozen in time, in a body that she no longer recognized. Immortality began to weigh down on her heart.
1990s
The height of fashion, if you ask her. Rosalia studied art in NYC to keep herself occupied, to keep her mind off the fact that she should have already been in her 40s, sending off her children to college or seeing her nanny age...but instead she had him, who would remain young forever too.
2000s - 2010s
Her nanny passed in 2009. Though Rosalia attended the funeral, she lied about being her own descendant, giving the woman's grieving family a story that painted her own desired reality.
2020-now
If someone asked her if he was the love of her life, Rosalia would have not answered genuinely. She would have laughed and said she couldn't possibly love just one person when the entire span of time lay before her....but Rosalia had never had anyone stick around as long as he had. His death was not easy for her. What followed was a raging denial over the death of someone she loved, a furious desire to rip the world into pieces for lying about the rules of immortality. Her emotions didn't last for it was too overwhelmingly painful to know that she had survived and he hadn't, when the promise of forever had been within their grasp for decades.
Rosalia grew up an only child in the 1950s; a spoiled, rotten child with a nanny as a mother and distant biological parents. Christmas was spent opening presents by herself, with the majority of the toys she received being destroyed in a fit of rage and frustration at never being good enough to make her parents stay. Her nanny had to clean up many of messes, guiding Rosa into becoming something other than what her parents were shaping her to be.
Adolescence
A bright eyed, manipulative teenage girl was no match for absent parents. When it came time to set their foot down, to try and discipline their child who was running around hippy circles and acid-loving communes, they had no power over her. Rosalia knew what she had grown up to be, she knew where her life was headed and in the grand scheme of the world she was nothing but a speck. Her life, as wasted as it had been up until age 18, was not going to create the ripple everyone had told her it would.
Early Adulthood
Sometime between her love for The Beatles and cult leaders, Rosalia was turned. As any stupid, arrogant and immature young adult, she had gotten herself in the kind of crowds that weren't kind. A handsome young man with a charming smile and pretty eyes was all it took for her to take a bite out of immortality. What started as passionate infatuation soon became an issue when Rosalia became aware that she now had the rest of time with this person... and forever is such a long time.
10 Years After Turning
It's the late 80s now and Rosalia has had ten years to adapt to being a vampire. Her body looks the same as it did when she was 24, but her mind has changed over the course of her transformation and her new set of skills. Whereas her friends were going through a midlife crisis, she stayed the same - frozen in time, in a body that she no longer recognized. Immortality began to weigh down on her heart.
1990s
The height of fashion, if you ask her. Rosalia studied art in NYC to keep herself occupied, to keep her mind off the fact that she should have already been in her 40s, sending off her children to college or seeing her nanny age...but instead she had him, who would remain young forever too.
2000s - 2010s
Her nanny passed in 2009. Though Rosalia attended the funeral, she lied about being her own descendant, giving the woman's grieving family a story that painted her own desired reality.
2020-now
If someone asked her if he was the love of her life, Rosalia would have not answered genuinely. She would have laughed and said she couldn't possibly love just one person when the entire span of time lay before her....but Rosalia had never had anyone stick around as long as he had. His death was not easy for her. What followed was a raging denial over the death of someone she loved, a furious desire to rip the world into pieces for lying about the rules of immortality. Her emotions didn't last for it was too overwhelmingly painful to know that she had survived and he hadn't, when the promise of forever had been within their grasp for decades.
RP SAMPLE
(enjoy my other oc's budding infatuation)
The gym is for moments of anger, for unreleased frustration that Sofia doesn't know how to manage yet. It's for those days when not even her heavy textbooks and uncontrolled focus can manage to soothe her trembling emotions. Any other time, Sofia hates the gym. There's no reason to put oneself through unnecessary pain, but it had been a most loathsome week and she could no longer hide her feelings from Val, hard as she tried. The world was crumbling inside her heart and she didn't know how to express it aside from screaming into her pillow, but thanks to the advice of some of her coworkers she had begun training at the gym whenever her emotions and energy collided.
What could Sofia be so angry about? Her life was great, surely. She had her best friend close by, her one person who knew her far more than anyone else. She had a safe home, a working car, near perfect grades and a wonderful possibility with Wyatt....so why the hell was she being a cry baby at the gym?
Her mother.
It was the classic yet disgusting tale of mother vs daughter. A tale so old that the first poets wrote about it before poetry even had a name. Her refusal to go back home to Santa Fe for the holidays, to spend yet another New Year's Eve with her mother's constant nagging and bickering about all the potential she was wasting was the latest argument the two of them had had over the course of a week. Calls had been made and things had been said where Sofia didn't know if the family to enemies line had been blurred. In her mother's eyes, Sofia should be doing much more with her time and talents instead of hiding away in her apartment to study.
At some point in the week, Sofia was sure her mother had called only to remind her she was not good enough at what she was already working so hard for. Yet at the gym her eyes were only too focused on her trainer, a lovely blonde lady who also liked to degrade her with the excuse of pushing her to do better, punch harder. Perhaps Sofia gravitated to a certain kind of people.... Her trainer was going off about something Sofia had done wrong but the girl's focus was starting to fade into the background, settling on something far more interesting and attractive that Jolene.
Curls stuck to his forehead like they belonged to those marble statues in museums. Sweat dripped down tanned, scarred skin...down muscles that Sofia could name at lighting speed. He dabbed at the sweat on his skin so seemingly oblivious to the world and her admiring stare that she-
"Sofia!" Jolene's voice startled her, bringing her attention back to her own training. Something about the session being over and their plans for the next one was exchanged between the two of them, but Sofia had already been enchanted by this guy that it took every single one of her brain cells to focus back on her trainer. With a nod, Sofia agreed to three sessions for the next week and watched as Jolene made her way towards her next client.
It took her only half a second to take a seat by the bench, glancing down at her hands as she took her gloves off. Now why had she chosen boxing when she could have done a cycle class or one of those dancing exercises or perhaps even just the treadmill? She hated boxing. But she most definitely did not hate the sight in front of her. Her own skin glistened with diminished anger and perspiration. Her hair, pulled into a mess, stuck to her neck and her forehead and her cheeks were flushed red - thought whether that was only due to the work out was to be debated. Big, brown eyes were still stuck to this beautiful, perfect person...
Water dripped down his lips, his chin, his throat and Sofia immediately lost the ability to think - until he spoke, calling her out on her staring.
"Pictures wouldn't capture...." she motioned towards his torso, "that...with justice." This is another thing her mother had complained about - her delusional heart and uncontrolled desires. If she could only just take men seriously, perhaps she herself would be taken seriously. If she could only just admit that love at first sight was not real and that not everyone with pretty brown eyes and curly hair was destined to be her lover, then maybe Sofia had a chance to be taken seriously by someone. Anyone.
But Sofia knew what she liked.
The gym is for moments of anger, for unreleased frustration that Sofia doesn't know how to manage yet. It's for those days when not even her heavy textbooks and uncontrolled focus can manage to soothe her trembling emotions. Any other time, Sofia hates the gym. There's no reason to put oneself through unnecessary pain, but it had been a most loathsome week and she could no longer hide her feelings from Val, hard as she tried. The world was crumbling inside her heart and she didn't know how to express it aside from screaming into her pillow, but thanks to the advice of some of her coworkers she had begun training at the gym whenever her emotions and energy collided.
What could Sofia be so angry about? Her life was great, surely. She had her best friend close by, her one person who knew her far more than anyone else. She had a safe home, a working car, near perfect grades and a wonderful possibility with Wyatt....so why the hell was she being a cry baby at the gym?
Her mother.
It was the classic yet disgusting tale of mother vs daughter. A tale so old that the first poets wrote about it before poetry even had a name. Her refusal to go back home to Santa Fe for the holidays, to spend yet another New Year's Eve with her mother's constant nagging and bickering about all the potential she was wasting was the latest argument the two of them had had over the course of a week. Calls had been made and things had been said where Sofia didn't know if the family to enemies line had been blurred. In her mother's eyes, Sofia should be doing much more with her time and talents instead of hiding away in her apartment to study.
At some point in the week, Sofia was sure her mother had called only to remind her she was not good enough at what she was already working so hard for. Yet at the gym her eyes were only too focused on her trainer, a lovely blonde lady who also liked to degrade her with the excuse of pushing her to do better, punch harder. Perhaps Sofia gravitated to a certain kind of people.... Her trainer was going off about something Sofia had done wrong but the girl's focus was starting to fade into the background, settling on something far more interesting and attractive that Jolene.
Curls stuck to his forehead like they belonged to those marble statues in museums. Sweat dripped down tanned, scarred skin...down muscles that Sofia could name at lighting speed. He dabbed at the sweat on his skin so seemingly oblivious to the world and her admiring stare that she-
"Sofia!" Jolene's voice startled her, bringing her attention back to her own training. Something about the session being over and their plans for the next one was exchanged between the two of them, but Sofia had already been enchanted by this guy that it took every single one of her brain cells to focus back on her trainer. With a nod, Sofia agreed to three sessions for the next week and watched as Jolene made her way towards her next client.
It took her only half a second to take a seat by the bench, glancing down at her hands as she took her gloves off. Now why had she chosen boxing when she could have done a cycle class or one of those dancing exercises or perhaps even just the treadmill? She hated boxing. But she most definitely did not hate the sight in front of her. Her own skin glistened with diminished anger and perspiration. Her hair, pulled into a mess, stuck to her neck and her forehead and her cheeks were flushed red - thought whether that was only due to the work out was to be debated. Big, brown eyes were still stuck to this beautiful, perfect person...
Water dripped down his lips, his chin, his throat and Sofia immediately lost the ability to think - until he spoke, calling her out on her staring.
"Pictures wouldn't capture...." she motioned towards his torso, "that...with justice." This is another thing her mother had complained about - her delusional heart and uncontrolled desires. If she could only just take men seriously, perhaps she herself would be taken seriously. If she could only just admit that love at first sight was not real and that not everyone with pretty brown eyes and curly hair was destined to be her lover, then maybe Sofia had a chance to be taken seriously by someone. Anyone.
But Sofia knew what she liked.
credit to Laura of Adox
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