â I THINK THAT EVERY PERSON YOU MEET, YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH, JUST A LITTLE BIT. AND A PIECE OF THEM ALWAYS STAYS WITH YOU, SO OVER TIME YOU COLLECT PEOPLE. â
NAME:Â Rosemary Acres
GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Male, He/Him
DATE OF BIRTH: September 28th, 1994
PLACE OF BIRTH: Dahlonega, Georgia
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Brooklyn
OCCUPATION: City Hall Office Assistant
FACE CLAIM: Katherine McNamara
SPECIES:Â Witch
COVEN POSITION: Member
ELEMENT: Earth
SPECIAL POWERS: Empathy
Trigger Warnings: Death, Car Accident, Drowning
Before New York, Rosemary Avalon Acres hadnât the slightest idea that her life was anything but normal. The eldest of two girls, she grew up in Dahlonega, Georgia ( population: 6,437 ) to a baker and a florist. Her tiny house barely fit the four of them, and she shared everything from her clothes to her bedroom with her little sister. Ever the one to be grateful, she never envisioned wanting anything else.
Unfortunately, the fates had other plans in store. On her eighth birthday, she and her sister teamed up to convince their parents to take them to Lake Winnepesaukah for vacation. They succeeded at last, but unfortunately sheâd come to never regret anything more. The memories are blurry, but she vaguely remembers something resembling an animal in the middle of the road and her mother swerving, then nothing but water as the vehicle submerged. She was the only one who, by some miracle, survived the accident.
A traumatized Rosemary was sent to live with her aunt and cousin, where she stayed for the remaining decade of her adolescent life. Her aunt was usually at work, and her cousin was not the most responsible child. Rosemary learned to care for herself and her cousin, and grew to like the feeling of having others rely on her. In fact, she craved it, as it gave her a purpose. Life was slowly starting to resemble normalcy, for the first few years at least. Unbeknownst to her, the chaos was just beginning.
At age twelve, Rosemary began spending her summers at an outdoor childrenâs camp. She loved every minute of it, from making new friends around the bonfire to helping in the community gardens. Nature had always been significantly important to her, but sheâd had no idea until her second summer away just how so. Some annoying campers had trampled all over and destroyed the strawberry plants outside her cabin, and Rosemary, distraught, somehow managed to resurrect them with magic.
A nearby child whoâd witnessed explained to Rosemary that she was probably a supernatural, like they were, and must have inherited being a witch from her parents. Rosemary remembered her motherâs love for flowers, but certainly no magic or covens or anything supernatural of the sort.
In early high school, despite her questionable supernatural background, the NYC coven accepted Rosemary as one of their own. Rosemary adored the Supreme, and aspired to one day be just like her. She too, secretly loved the arts, although her dreams were not so grand. If anything, sheâd adore being an Advisor one day or some other useful position, as she feels she owes them for practically raising her.
Rosemary embraces all supernatural species and adores making friends with others who understand the chaos of almost living two lives of sorts. Despite her welcoming attitude, she can be rather polarized in her opinions of others: adoring people immediately and then just as easily holding grudges at them for not recycling, a single argument, or a childish prank years ago.
