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Main Characters - Book One
This is my list of main characters for the first book, Dreams and Nightmares. More characters to come with the second and third book.
A post for minor characters in this book will be up later.
Except for the main couple, all characters right now are using a celebrity faceclaim. That is until I put in time for Artbreeder.
All bios are linked on the names.
Rosa and Peter’s first kiss! For best results, listen to She’s so High by Tal Bachman while you read ;)
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Peter had never thought he’d see the day, but he was beginning to think he actually understood poetry.
It wasn’t words. It wasn’t stanzas of rinse and repeat “I love you” and “the sky is so beautiful today.” It wasn’t something he’d ever heard until now, and then it all made sense.
Poetry was watching Rosa try to fit an entire scoop of ice cream into her mouth after spending a whole afternoon the pier, and forgetting for just a few hours that he wasn’t a trauma-ridden psych patient. Poetry was what Peter was feeling right now.
He stifled a laugh as Rosa’s face scrunched in pain and she managed the word “teeth!” before she was forced to close her mouth and put her hand over it. He reached out, poking both her puffed-out cheeks with his pointer fingers, and she slapped his hands away with an angry noise.
“How much do your teeth hurt right now?” Peter laughed, and she only shook her head. He leaned closer, eyes widening as they met hers, and hers widened too as if to accept some challenge. “Why did you do such a dumb thing? What kind of regret are you feeling right now? Tell me all about it.”
“Just give me a, a fucking second--” she choked out, nose scrunching as she turned away from him. “God--ow!”
Peter was laughing loud enough for the whole pier to hear him at this point, but it was mostly empty as the sun had starting to set. Everything was washed in a pink-orange light, and the air smelled like salt. Poetry.
Rosa finally swallowed her ice cream and let out a groan of pain. Peter’s laugh had turned to a dumb chuckle through her nose and she reached across the table to land a few good slaps on his arms.
“Hey! Hey, what’s the deal?” Peter demanded. “Ow!”
“That’s for being a dumbass,” she snapped. “You told me to do that.”
Peter’s chuckling subsided as he watched her grab a napkin from the holder on the table in a huff, wiping her mouth and muttering to herself. In that moment, with the pink light and the breeze through her hair, and this feeling in his chest.. for the first time in his damn life, he didn’t feel afraid.
“Hey,” he said, and she looked up. And then he bent over the table and kissed her. And she kissed him back, and her lips tasted like vanilla ice cream.
This, Peter thought to himself. This has to be what poetry is.
Nick: Man. It smells like Updog in here.
Rosa: Really? I don't smell it.
Nick: Aren't you going to ask, "What's updog?"
Rosa: Nothing much. What's up with you?
Nick: ...
Rosa: 😎
Peter stepped into Rosa’s apartment after her, the gentle scent of flowery air freshener and open windows greeting him. Everything was decorated in soft colors and nice textures, as small an apartment as it was. Rosa definitely had a nurturing hand.
The atmosphere did little, however, to calm his nerves--his skin felt cold and clammy and he took a deep breath, watching Rosa drop her bag by the door and take off her jacket. He walked slowly with his head down, like someone being led to the gallows. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets.
He watched Rosa grab a beer from the fridge, popping the top and looking back at him through her eyelashes. His heart was racing and his skin felt too warm and small for his body. He couldn’t tell if he was happy or terrified. Both. Probably both.
Twenty five pathetic years living on this earth and he had never been invited to a girl’s apartment. Never... spent the night. Never even seen...
This was a mistake. He shouldn’t be here. What did he think he was doing, anyway? Why did he believe Rosa would still want him, a nervous sweaty wreck...
She walked up to him, taking a long drink of her beer before she set her bottle down on the counter beside them. God, she was so beautiful, especially in the soft lights, like some sort of angel. Her hair was soft and clean, and her eyes were like deep shadowy oceans. His heart threatened to stop beating all together and he attempted another deep breath.
Then she was kissing him. No words, no conversation... her hands found his arms and she was kissing him, gently like he would break. Too late, he was already breaking, he could’ve melted right there in her hands, and he found himself leaning down into her. Did kissing always feel this good?
“You’re shaking,” she whispered against his mouth. Her words vibrated on his lips and he took another trembling breath. He felt her hands move back to the buttons on her shirt. Oh god, his heart was going to explode now. That happened, right? It certainly felt like it was happening.
When he dared to speak he instantly regretted it. The voice that came out of his mouth was pathetic, vulnerable and frightened like a cornered animal. “I... I d-don’t...”
“Shh,” she murmured, pulling away just a little, and his eyes followed her hands as they moved downward. It felt wrong and selfish, but Peter barely knew what was happening and all he could think about was the way her skin reflected the different colored lights of the room.
Finally his stomach turned one too many times and his breath caught. Before he knew it his hand flicked out, grabbing her arm to stop her. “Wait,” he whispered.
Rosa looked at him in confusion, her eyebrows knitting a little before realization replaced it. “Peter,” she said softly. He loved when she said his name. “Have you--?”
“I can’t,” he said. Blurted, really. His voice was louder now, but still a little strangled. There was no way he could fully make her understand. There was so many good feelings inside of him, but so much fear. Sometimes he felt like he was scared all the time. “I can’t. Not tonight.”
She nodded, features softening. “Do you just want to call it a night?”
No. GOD no. “I don’t want to leave,” he murmured, eyes flickering over her before reluctantly meeting hers. It was the truth. All he could do was be honest.
Now Rosa was smiling, very gently and knowingly like she did when she comforted someone at the precinct, or picked him up after a bad night. It was the smile that fixed everything.
She buttoned up her shirt and went up on her toes, planting a kiss on his nose. Warmth radiated through him like sunbeams. Her hand slid into his.
“Let’s see what’s on TV,” she told him, and his chest released in an instant. He felt like his whole being was unraveling, honestly, and his only wish was that she would never let go of his hand. Ever.
“Okay.”
“Stop! Stay right where you are!”
Shit.
Peter froze facing the dark alleyway, watching the sirens bathe everything in blue and red light. Even without looking behind him he already knew which cop had caught him. It was always the same person.
Slowly he raised his hands, taking deep, even breaths.
“Turn around slowly,” the cop ordered. Her voice was shaking, he could hear it, but she did a really good job of sounding confident and commanding.
He obeyed, turning gradually in place and keeping his head low. The siren lights hit his eyes and he squinted, making out the silhouette of the officer pointing her gun at him. She really was shaking, what did she think he was going to do?
“Hey, Rosa,” he offered, clearing his throat just a little and straightening his spine. “We have to stop meeting like this.”
“Shut up,” she snapped. Maybe him using her name had disarmed her even more. He felt bad for feeling kind of smug about that.
“Or what?” Peter continued. He was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help it. “You know I could just vaporize you with my laser eyes if I wanted to.”
“I said, shut up.” There, that tremor was even more noticeable. “I’m sick of your shit, you know that? Get down on the ground, slowly.”
Peter huffed out a sigh before he complied, keeping his hands visible as he sunk to his knees, then laid down on the cold pavement. Finally, she approached, and he caught a glimpse of her face before she walked behind him.
“Hands behind your back,” she ordered. “And spread your legs.”
“Now you’re talkin’,” Peter commented, though his tone was fairly uninterested as he followed her commands. She slammed the cuffs around his wrists pretty rough, probably because of that comment. He deserved it.
You are under arrest,” she started, each word sharper than the one before it, “on suspicion of trespassing, breaking and entering, assault, aggravated assault, assault with a deadly weapon, and battery. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
Shortly after she finished reading his rights she began what sounded like cussing in Spanish as she cuffed him, finally yanking him back up to his knees. He groaned a little at the painful yank against his skin and glanced up at her. “A little rough there,” he noted, rolling his shoulders in discomfort.
“You know how long I’ve been stuck on your case?” she snapped at him.
“Well, pretty long, I’m guessing,” Peter replied evenly, shrugging. “So like, did you get on my case when I saved those children from the trafficking ring or when I stopped that armed robbery?” He hesitated. “Or one of them, at least. I’ve stopped so many.”
“That’s not how the law works, asshole,” she snapped. “It’s not your job. Also, what are you, 15?”
“Why does everyone think that?” Peter exclaimed, mostly to himself. “And from where I’m standing, I’m the only one actually stopping these people. You’re not doing your job too great.”
She yanked him to his feet and he bit back another hiss of pain. Even though she was nearly four inches shorter than him, she was obviously just as strong.
She yanked him down to her level briefly, glaring right in his eyes. “I caught you, didn’t I?”
She moved to shove him toward the cruiser but everything happened in an instant--a flash of light as Peter phased through his cuffs, the thwack of Peter grabbing her gun and the quick fluid motion of him grabbing her pressure point and turning her around to slam her against the brick wall of the alleyway. As soon as everything happened, it was still again, save for the clatter of him dropping her gun to the pavement.
He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly noticed the gentle whimpering of her heavy breaths as she stood perfectly still. He could practically feel the rage emanating off of her, yes, but she was breathing much too hard to just be angry.
“I know this looks really bad,” he finally said. His voice had dropped to an even, gentle murmur as he applied a little pressure to her pinned hand. “But I’m not going to hurt you, Rosa, I promise. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
He waited a moment to say something, but she didn’t. Her eyes were wide, obviously anticipating whatever freaky super-powered execution she thought was about to take place. His chest stung with guilt at the fear plain on her face.
Honestly, I’m really sorry that you have to put up with my shit,” he continued. “I wish I could wrap up this case for you right now, but I can’t get arrested. I’d really like to think maybe eventually we could be friends. I think we both want the same thing.”
His eyes flickered over her, shadowed by his mask, then he finally let go of her and stepped back. She whirled around in an instant, features twisted in determination, but all that was left of him was a shimmering red aurora of light leading down the alleyway and out of sight.
All my OC gorlfriends for the egos cuz I’m a hopeless romantic and i love writing fluff:
Annabelle Wagner, former preppy popular girl who used Henrik’s massive crush on her to get him to do her homework for him, now classy art conservator who bumps into him again at an art exhibition and thinks “oh shit he got hot”
Nenet Al-Saleh, reincarnated after living a life in Archaic Egypt as a servant girl, now reunited with her lost immortal love Marvin and struggling to balance her two lives but still as innocent and sweet as ever
Rosa Garcia, the still-green but determined cop assigned to Peter’s case, determined to hunt down this vigilante once and for all until she starts to realize that maybe she has a little bit of a crush on him
Chase and JJ don’t really have one but who knows what will happen in the future :o (mostly im just rooting for Stacy to take Chase back so likeee)
Rosa Garcia
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🌺Name: Rosa Garcia 🌺
🌺Age: 36
🌺Death: 1874
🌺Nationality: Mexican.
🌺Occupation: Socialite/Heiress
🌺Sexuality: Heterosexual
🌺Species: Spanish Dancer Sea Slug
🌺Shipped w/ Dimitri (bizzylizzy63)
Art by Kodoukat
Voiced by Demonica
I replayed The Rosy Ones (by @rosygames ) a couple of weeks ago and then started working on some drawings off and on. These are the ones that ended up getting finished
