She often did this, wander during her lunch break. After nearly a month of her internship at the Met, Alba was thrilled to find that she could still get lost in the galleries and discover new pieces she’d yet to fully explore. There was some talk among her bosses about making the maps more accessible, the rooms less confusing. Not that they ever asked her, but the princesa was vehemently opposed to any change. Getting lost in an art museum was the best way to experience it, and one of the few times she ever enjoyed being alone.
Today she’d found a new room of Dutch masters she’d known existed but had yet to see. It was blissfully empty, leaving Alba alone to immerse herself in their talent. Here, alone in the perennial chill, one could almost hear the whispers of the ghosts, the echoes of brushes on canvas. It was enough to give anyone chills.
Sensing at once that she was no longer alone, Alba turned, half expecting to see Vermeer himself walking into the room. Smiling, she realized she was still wearing her curator’s badge, “Sorry! People don’t usually make it this far back so early in the day. Did you have a question?”
&&. word has it ( alba rosales ) was just spotted around the city. ( she ) is/are a ( twenty two ) year old affiliated with ( the mexican cartel ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( cierra ramirez ). ( she ) has been said to be ( bubbly & loyal ) but also quite ( stubborn & spoiled ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( recent grad & met intern )
( alba ) would describe ( herself ) as a ( summer ) person and would identify as a ( esfp / chaotic good / the ingenue ). ( her ) birthday is ( february 14 ), making ( her ) star sign ( aquarius ) and ( her ) animal sign the ( cat ). ( her ) biggest pet peeve is ( people who talk during live performances ), and ( her ) theme song is ( perfect places - lorde ). finally, ( her ) primary goal is to ( figure out what she wants to do with her life and maybe go to the met ball ).
here is my baby princess alba! like and ill come bother you.
NAME: Alba María Rosales Vega, mostly Alba Rosales
AGE: 22
PRONOUNS: she / her
FACTION: Cartel
OCCUPATION: Princesa of the Mexican Cartel, Curatorial intern at The Met
FACECLAIM: Cierra Ramirez
SKELETON: here
CURRENT LOCATION: East “Spanish” Harlem, New York
HOMETOWN: Mexico City
NATIONALITY: Mexican, Colombian, American
You were born with a silver spoon and rose colored glasses and you have never known anything else. Your parents love story was a great one, and you love to hear him tell it. The youngest of seven, you don’t know what it is to be alone and you idolize and adore each of them individually. You are their jewel, the perfect gem to finish the set, and they all guard you fiercely lest you see the cruelty and destruction of their world. Princesa, he calls you, and gives you everything you could possibly want. They don’t let you in on the darkness, they don’t let you peel back the curtains or lift up the rocks to see the ugliness of life. And you have never wanted to.
Loyalty is etched into your marrow by your father, as it was for all of your siblings. They were shown harsher consequences, you only notice the lack - how the disloyal seem to vanish into thin air. You never question it. Why should you? Your rose colored idealism is too easy, your life is too comfortable, why should you ask who has paid the price for your luxury.
Change comes swiftly and with a heavy hand. Your father is dead, your mother follows her love to the grave in a matter of weeks. For the first time you know what it feels like to be alone. She was yours and his only, your siblings belong to themselves and each other and the cartel. You are drifting, but you stand in front of your siblings and recite that poem she loved with a face made for sorrow. You are still listless, and they all see your light beginning to fade. Your brother suggests NY, they are all planning to head there soon, why not start school there and start fresh?
And so you go, and for the first time you are alone, the only Rosales out from the shadows of your siblings. (But you aren’t truly alone, they wouldn’t let you go unguarded). You try your hand at a number of things before finding yourself in the art world of the city. It is so full of life, joy, love and all those things you’ve longed for that you throw yourself in fully. You find friends, a found family who knows and loves you for you, and not a family name or blood and power.
Your family joins you, and you’re thrilled to have everyone around you again. You’ve grown, will they save you’ve changed? Perhaps you’re older and wiser, more likely just given a degree of freedom not available at home. You graduate, and they all celebrate you. An internship, and that existential angst that comes from the end of childhood and venture into the unknown. They want you to grow up, and you want them to see how grown you already are. Can you look darkness in the eye and not lose yourself with in it?
TL/DR:
sunshine and glitter personified, actual princess. loves pink and softness but will annoy you with her company until you like her or do something so cruel she cannot forgive
born on valentines day - overly romantic and idealistic
is the youngest sibling in the cartel family, kind of clueless to the true nature of what her family does. no one tells her and so she doesn't ask, just a bit oblivious
can be very stubborn, does not know what No means, everyone always gives her what she wants, spoiled
went to school for art history, got an internship at the met bc she wants to go to the met ball. has some vague ideas about eventually working at MOMA and promoting up and coming latinx & Mexican artists - but thats about it as far as life plans.
has a rescue dog names Frida
ADORES her family. would die for them but doesn’t fully know thats an actual possibility.
v sheltered and clueless mafia princess
Wanted connections: friends! lover, exes coworkers. GIVE ME ALL THE ROSALES SIBLINGS PLZ & THX. Someone who is using her to get close to her brother, el capo. A bodyguard/hook up whoops.
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