Rosealina Ann Blackhill

((This goes with my little bother's idea, found in the "Personal Information" section. It's not cannon to how I play Rose. Though if you like a bit of reading, have fun and forgive any errors you find. The cannon description is found in the "Bio".))

Rose, after having been cast from the Otherworld by her mother, had wandered aimlessly as what most would call a "Shade". She was a creature between the world of the living and that of the dead --"Limbo" most would call it-- though not a ghost as no one could see or hear her. It was one of the the ultimate punishments a soul could have, thus giving Rose a fear of being isolated and alone. Eventually after fifty-two years of this white-noise hell, she was able to gather enough of her lost sanity to reach out to the suffering soul of a dying child within its mother's womb.

In order to leave the plane that she was stuck in, Rose --Or "Ira" at the time as that was her Given name-- needed to find a vessel and the only way she could attain one was if the host agreed. Suffering, the infant soul had bargained and gave Rose her vessel, Ira allowing the girl to know peace as she set the soul free to drift to the Otherworld, claiming the vessel for her own and making it strong, reborn as Rosealine Ann Blackhill in the year 1606.

((This is where cannon comes in to play)) Fast forward eleven years, Rose, the first born princess, a well-rounded tomboy and beloved by her father, was out enjoying an unseasonably warm, spring night on her birthday. She was laying in a field and watching the stars and the full moon, when everything had changed for the tragic.

Of course as the princess she had a pair of guards and her nanny that followed her everywhere she went when outside the castle's walls, they were no competition for the horse-sized wolf that had leaped from the tree-line by the wildflower field and barreled at the girl. The grass being so tall, no one could see where the screams of agony and growls came from until a copper-colored wolf bolted from one of the guards setting the field aflame. The called and followed the sounds of wailing to find the mauled princess, shaking and crying from where she was in a pool of blood, a series of puncture wounds marring her shoulder and the side of her neck.

The following weeks after the attack found her bed-ridden with a high fever, sweating, vomiting and shaking. The doctors had bled her many more times, though it had seemed no use to rid her of the disease. Nalin, Rose's father and the king, never left his daughter's side, even neglecting his duties until it was brought to the child's chambers- he was sure he was going to lose his little girl.

Though to delight, she suddenly seemed to be getting better. Her fever had broke, she was able to eat, and only shook when chilled. Though the doctor was confused as to why the bite wound on her shoulder never seemed to med closed even when stitched.It remained raw, open, though it didn't weep or bleed.

The next month, Rose had wanted to see the stars; she was feeling a pull, a want to be outside that night, but her father absolutely refused, binding her to her chambers as he feared that he would truly lose her if a second attack occurred. Though Rose, being who she was, had managed to sneek out to lay in the field as she had one the month before.

When the moon was at his highest, Rose gave a cry. Something had been terribly wrong. She thought to get up and run back to the castle for help, but the moon, beating down on her, followed with the pain, stuck her where she was, unable to cry out for help. As seconds ticked like minutes and minutes hours, the pain grew worse. She whimpered, tears in her green, doll eyes, as her fear mounted.

A rustling broke through her pain. She looked and there stood the great wolf, his fur a rusty red color. Surely he was here to finish what he had done the month before, but he walked to her, sniffed her and licked her face,making her fear peak to the point of fainting if her agony would just allow her to. Suddenly her conscious seemed to explode in white hot agony and she blacked out.

The next morning she had awoke in her room, laying naked on the floor. She felt pleasantly warm, though a little achy. When she had moved to stretch, she bumped a cold something and stiff. Groaning, she sat up and saw that it was her father. Confused she had rolled him to see that his whole torso and throat were /gone/. Bone was exposed, ribs were broken, organs could be seen and that's when she realized the blood was /everywhere/. She fell back, shaking, heaving for air; blood was on the walls, her bed, the carpet, /her/. She drew a breath and /screamed/.

No one had come when they heard her cry of terror. She came to learn that she had not only lost her mother, her father and her eight-year-old sister that night, but the staff had been slaughtered as well. The wolf from the night before was a werewolf. Now she was one as well.

She had fled her father's kingdom as she had set fire to her home. Rumors had gotten around that, in the middle of the night, it seemed bandits had killed the family and their servants, leaving and setting the castle to burn and taking the elder princess with them.

She had gone from town to town as "the pretty orphan girl", though had to flee within a few weeks, most times having to be chased from the town as livestock went missing and people saw the culprit, a "ghost wolf" with "fur as white as the moon, but as cold as the snow".

One thing she had noticed as she just managed to survive year after year, was that one man, ginger haired, chest bare and riddled with scars, always seemed to pop up. It wasn't until four months later that she had come to learn this was the man who was the wolf that had attacked her. He was her "sire and alpha" as he told her, hardly bothered by her when she fought him like a wild animal, hammering him with abuse.

She hated him, she had said, she would kill him. Of course, being so young, she couldn't. Instead, she had, once again, fled to another town. In a small cottage where she was allowed to stay, she got a post from an owl and for yet a second time, Rose's world was turned upside again.