Make room for Ross, ready to dive in for @possumsims Sapphopalooza.
“Worm? What do you mean worm? Worms are pink noodles. Just simply say word for the love of God just say word.”
VAMPIRE • 144 years old
Dog Lover • Family Oriented • Creative
Zodiac: Taurus
Occupation: Bouncer for an underground club
Aspiration: Master Vampire
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Guess a lot can go wrong when you trust people blindly.
Rosella, who very much prefers to be called just “Ross”, one day found herself in a hidden alleyway, laying down in the cold dirty floor, waiting for her death after what seemed hours of hot pain, much too weakened to do something about it. Soon, she felt nothing, that couldn’t be good. She snorted with the last little strength she had; her memory suddenly was all fuzzy as she faded into unconsciousness, how and when and why escaped her memory, someone she had deemed trustworthy had done this to her though, that much she knew. What she didn't know is that soon she would wake again, completely changed and memory clearer than ever, although with no family to return to. Who would care about a street rat after all?
Or so she thought.
"Do you wish to live?"
If you had to steal to eat, hurt to live, deceit to go on, she figured who would want to as her eyes slowly closed more and more. It all seemed so pointless, meaningless- and yet, she couldn’t ignore the fact that a burning fire bubbled up her chest, she wasn’t ready. It all had felt so... incomplete. She couldn’t let this be the end, there had to be more, right? With an angry quiver of her lip, she whispered.
“Yes.”
When she awoke again, the thirst she felt was almost like torture. She could feel every breath, the air passing through every crack of what felt was broken skin right inside her throat. The world was so blinding, she kept eyes glued shut, didn’t fancy much feeling as if your eyeballs could melt right out of their socket. She felt heavy, gooey, at the same time everything seemed different somehow. Sharper. She didn’t move for what felt like hours, until finally, the world came into a focus, as weak as she was, she stood, there a mysterious figure had been waiting for her.
“I was uncertain you’d make the change. Delighted to see you standing, though.”
Almost too painfully slow, she raised her head.
“Who are you?”
Born in May 1st, 1900 and abandoned quickly after, Ross had to grow up and fend for herself from a very young age. She had hoped her art would help her not have to steal anymore, but that was hard when you had to pick between a full tummy and tools plus a bunch of people calling you out for your records. She knew trusting the thieves gang she was with could prove her fatal one day, but her desire for friendship and closeness was stronger, plus, she was dealing with other stuff that at the moment seemed more important. For example, why France’s eyes seemed more vibrant than Earl’s, or maybe why she preferred watching Flora walk away more than looking at Roland flex his muscles. Or maybe why she was utterly and completely fascinated by Beulah despite her reputation. You know, more important things. She had been so much fun, looked so beautiful, even as she stabbed her neck down her collarbone and left her for death after a burglary gone wrong. She was looking out for her own hide, that much she could understand, didn’t mean it hurt any less, though. It was amazing her Elder had found her before the cops, or before she bled out completely.
Turns out vampires were real, turns out Elder was looking to form her own family after hers had been “tragically and unfairly wiped out”. She wanted to do nothing with it for the simple reason she would eventually find herself around many, but she had honor, Ross knew she owed her life, and so, she stayed. For years she stayed, even if her Elder’s own reputation made her enemies that weren’t even her own.
Many, many years had passed since then, slowly but surely, the walls she built slowly lowered as she honed her skills. She can’t seem to be able to take the last step, though, both in the professional and love department. Something seems to be getting in the way and she can’t pinpoint what. That’s when she came across this opportunity, figuring she had nothing to lose but to learn. Even if she was to leave without a girl by her side to cherish, she hopes to figure out what she wants thanks to the experience.
More about Ross:
She’s primarily interested in Nichole, but she ain’t gonna lie Justine seems cool too.
Was turned at the age of 23 years old.
Hobbies include weightlifting, painting miniatures and homebrewing.
Her last “serious” relationship was 28 years ago.
Never really had a pet.
Fun fact: she’s tone deaf, doesn’t hate electronics but also doesn’t love ‘em.
Power Absorption is her special ability.
Being a bouncer is only a side job to support herself. She’s circled between many different security jobs like that, bodyguard, etc. (She’s really sought out, funny enough).
What she’s truly passionate about is painting. She tries to be humble about it but she’s certainly talented, not many people know about it, and the ones that do were caught by surprise, much to Ross’s confusion (sometimes the random lack of awareness of her own appearance is rather comedic). She knows she has set herself back though.
Personality wise, she plays up by her image as a way to protect herself, but she’s not what meets the eye; protective but low-key and laid-back, quick to grin and laugh but not one to shout jokes or happiness. More than willing to whisper a hilarious comment to the ear to the person closest to her, it wouldn’t be strange for you to find yourself going into a giggling fit at the most inappropriate moments. All that needs to happens is for her to warm up to you.
When she takes things seriously though, a lack of the same treatment to the subject on hand coming from the other party will certainly grate her gears. Which may be confusing sometimes since she doesn’t entertain anything that doesn't entertain her, making her seem lazy at times.
She may know it’s naive to put her hands into the fire for someone again, but she wishes she can do so again.
Things she’s good at: reading body language, being trustworthy, lots of hands-on expressions of affection,staring contests, guitar fucking hero.
Things she’s got problems with: cooking, overindulging, persuasion, being rushed, being inside for too long, will fixate on something until she can express it, being ordered around you know she whipped if she allows so
