Somewhere between the living & the dead, Rosalie Beaumont walks this earth. Spirits whisper to her, flames call her name & misfortune clings to her every turn.
โก. Rosalie is a little bit of a shutterbug. She finds beauty in landscapes, taking opportunities for photos whenever she can. In a small worn by time bag she sewed, she carries a moderately professional camera around in case thereโs something in that moment she wants to capture.
โก. Rosalie likes to spend time sitting beneath trees in cemeteries, especially if she has felt lonely. She enjoys the company of the passed on, and enjoys long conversations with the lovely bound spirits as well as the beautiful gothic architecture cemeteries tend to have.
โก. Another hobby Rosalie invested her time in from a very young age was the world of baking. Growing up in her aristocratic family, they often had help cleaning and cooking meals. Little Rosalie would sneak into the kitchen and spend time getting to learn how to bake pastries.
โก. Rosalie is a phenomenal seamstress. Avoiding the conflicts in her youth, she utilized that time to invest in hobbies. Most of the outfits she wears were sewn by her very own hand. She also loves to gift people sewn clothing, or decorative items that made her think of them.
โก. Rosalie still owns her parentโs estate in her hometown of Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferat and uses the money left to her in her parentโs will to maintain the location. Despite that, she hasnโt returned to the home since shortly after her hospital release.
โก. Rosalie tends to get a little mistaken between the voices of the living and the dead. She hears whispers nearly all of the time of passed on souls. When starting a conversation, she will question at least for a moment what kind of being sheโs talking to.. hesitant, curious.
โก. Rosalie is a compulsive arsonist with quite the streak. It has been going on for sometime, yet no one seems to believe it when they take their first glance at her and that sweet smile. Stick around her for a little while to see her blank, stoic stare. Suddenly? Not so sweet.
โก. Rosalie is โimmuneโ to death. She isnโt exactly a walking corpse, but she isnโt entirely alive either. She has a heartbeat, yet itโs faint when you attempt to listen. You can touch her skin, yet itโs cool to the touch. She can get injured, yet the wounds form together again.
the month of october , the spirits seem to be so much more talkative .
is it because of hallowโs eve ?
they refuse to tell me , they say itโs because je ne fais pas partie de ceux-lร . . .
they donโt believe me when i tell them i canโt , theyโre awful stubborn .
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โwhat shape was this who came to us, with basilisk eyes so ominous, with mouth so sweet, so poisonous, and tortured hands so pale?โ
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[ sheโs falling asleep sitting up , jolting awake every few seconds shaking her head as if nothing happened . ]
quoi . . ? iโm not falling asleep , i am wide awake , i swear !