Queen Of The Dead

Vanessa Rothsbart | Circe | Age Unknown | Staff member of the Ressurection Divison Doctor at the Experiment Facilities | Aunt to Teressa Martinez | Occultis audietur et videbetur |

[teresathenecromancer]

Teresa walked into the makeshift barrack, in which she was stationed, like she owned it. Garden’s doctors piled around her left and right, They were snapping dislocated joints back in place, sewing open stitches and pumping oxygen into unconscious men and women. She inspected them, her movements snakelike as her gaze raked across the living – but, her true interest wasn’t there to the left, no. It was on the right, where corpses stood in various shapes and conditions. She glared at everyone who dared to make direct eye-contact with her, before she noticed someone looking her way, lingering to the side where the bodies were. Teresa briefly narrowed her eyes, before she’s decided she could ” use a hand ”. Her strides were long and quick as she approached them.

“You there. Give me a hand with the bodies, will ya?” And in return she would turn a blind eye on them.

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

Finally. After more than a few hours spent aimlessly picking at dead and alive bodies around the Garden, Vanessa boarded the truck heading to the Hive, to join her niece in the scheme Cosima assigned them to. She lingered in the back, her arms folded over her chest as she squinted her eyes, assessing the damage to the corpses -- she noticed Teressa doing the same and a wave of pride washed over her aunt. They shared more than power, it appears. Teressa noticed her aunt was observing her and called out for her, which made Vanessa step from the shadows into the dim light.

Nodding at her words, she inched her niece. “Of course. Which one you want to go over, first?”

[betrayedares-blog]

It had taken a lot of effort to leave the Garden, but Ares had managed to get into the City despite it. They couldn’t quite believe they ears when they had heard Cosima was willing to help people after the incident. She hadn’t willingly helped a person in her whole life, not without some gain. However, Ares had no reason to distrust her intentions either - not having heard the rumours of Cosima using the incident as a way to clone people - and so they wanted to help people and bring them to Cosima to fix them up. They thought they were doing it for the good of everyone. As Ares walked through streets, they came across numerous people, offering them safety in the Garden. Someone was trapped under some debris and they rushed to help them, trying to lift it off them but Ares wasn’t quite strong enough on their own. Yelling to the nearest person, “Hey- Help me with this! They need medical attention as soon as possible. I need to get them to the Garden-”

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

Vanessa was stationed to travel to the Hive, following her niece, as a doctor. She was supposed to be on the truck with her, but Cosima had asked her to stay behind for a few hours, helping those in the Garden. It was a setback that was not thrilled about, but she gritted her teeth and obeyed. She needed to keep the cover for a little while longer. Walking though the Garden, Vanessa meandered her way around, assigning fellow doctors and assistants with some medical knowledge to help the injured ones. After some time, the voice behind her whispered a silent warning and she cocked her head to the side, focusing her attention on a yelling boy she remembered from Graden, one of the forbidden children.

She neared him, the spirit trailing behind her, until she noticed an air thin specter beside them, looking at the person trapped underneath. Well, there goes that. “Leave him, it is done. I will send someone to give him a proper burial in the Garden, but there is nothing we can do for him now.” She said, turning her head slightly to the right, her spirit companion pointing to yet another fallen building with someone trapped underneath -- this time, the person was alive.

“Come with me, someone else needs out help, and fast. It approximately ten seconds walk from here.”

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

“ A while… ? It’s been actually months. I don’t know about you but at least I’d like the rain to stop for a few hours. ” Her voice carrying that underlying upset and a bit annoyed tone as she spoke. Not directed towards the other but generally at the stupid whether.

“It’ll stop, eventually. It always does. Sadly, none of us can control the weather.” She hummed.

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

She was supposed to bump into Calliope – that was, really, the only reason why she was in the Pyre bar in the first place. It’s not like she’d lurk in a rebel hangout, especially if the said rebels knew about her position in Cosima’s army. Teresa manuevered her way towards a bar stool, ordering herself a glass of whiskey, with ice. There was a person beside her, someone dark and undeniably familiar, sitting with her own drink. The young Necromancer felt something, a great deal of something screaming at her to touch her, feel the looming, black presence beside her, but before she could give in to the compulsion ( rarely nowadays did she find herself resisting the darkness ), the woman spoke, turning around to fix her with her dark, dark eyes.

Familiar eyes ( eyes that looked into her soul, sucking at it, twisting it and turning it around like a carousel ) met hers, and it took Tessa only a split of second to recognise her, remember her. She was there. After all these years, she was finally there. Her aunt. Her family.

“A – Aunt Vanessa?” Tess called out, her throat dry, not believing the image she saw in front of herself ( the dead were deceptive, and what if she was one of them? ), as she rotated on the stool to face her. “Is that really you?”

It took Vanessa less than an split of second to recognise her niece -- after all, she had been paying close attention to her all this time. It was a surprise that the two of them haven’t ‘bumped’ into each other sooner, but her aunt didn’t want it to be during work; they needed privacy. Her niece spoke, almost a mortified expression on her face and Vanessa’s stern expression melted into a soft smile, affectionate smile as she looked at her, turning her chair as well.

“Good evening, Teressa. It is me. I’m here.” She said, ignoring the nagging spirit behind her, whispering dark things in her ear. “It is good to see you, my lovely.”

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Location: Pyre’s bar. Time: 01:17 am.

Night was always Vanessa’s favourite part of the day. But, tonight found her in a sour mood, a mood that was requiring a late night drink and a distraction. The more she drank, the less she felt dead things around her, and it was a bonus. To silence the voices even for a few, fleeting moments. It never stuck, not really, and it wasn’t that good of an idea, since she could still see them. But, as long as their loud voices were muffled, she was good.

Ordering her second whiskey, the woman glared around herself. Rebels and clones. If she had it in herself at the moment, she might have cared about seeing so many people and pretend-people in the same place, united by a same goal, but not seeing a familiar face around them, the only face she wanted to see, made her quite cold to their cause.

In that moment, she felt the seat beside her shift and she had to put all her effort into not glaring at them or rolling her eyes in annoyance, as she turned to the source of her discomfort, and their talking.

“What was that, again? I didn’t hear you from the constant yapping around us. Speak up.” Only briefly did she glare at the taking spirit behind them, before shifting her focus back to the living.

[alexishcmmond]

“I miss the sunny days.” Alex voiced, not really directed to anyone. Eyes closing for a second as she pressed her back against the nearest wall.

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“Well, I am fond of rain and heavy clouds actually, but it has been a while since we’ve seen the sun.” She nodded. “Although, this certainly does add up to the mood, doesn’t it?” She smirked after a moment.

[littlebarlow-blog]

                          AGGIE tilted her gaze down to the word etched into the skin of her wrist in black ink — breathe. ❝ It’s a reminder, ❞ she says, smiling faintly, fingertips brushing over the tattoo. ❝ When things feel like they’re getting to be too much. It’s calming, you know? ❞

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

“Impressive, dear. A lot more original than ‘om’.”

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Vanessa’s Memories

Task 002. Self-reflecting. Her apartment.

The first part of her life was not very happy. She remembers the first time she saw a ghost, looking wide eyed at something, staring almost blankly, before she nudged at her mother, showing her, asking her who it was. The puzzled look on her mother’s face should have been her first warning, first sign that something was not right. The looks on the villagers the following months, the way they whispered around her, was her second sign, but in her child’s naivete, she ignored it. It was a sad memory, when she remembers it. The way her younger sister, half-sister, glared at her with fear and anticipation, it stung. The second memory, the one she truly holds dear, was gazing upon baby Teressa’s eyes the first time. She felt overly protective of her the moment she opened her eyes, and as she grew it only confirmed itself, the very thing she felt around her niece - the whisper of magic, something dark and ‘unnatural’, but so natural. She remembers the way she talked to the child about who they were, what they were, and the way Teressa listened, downed every word with an excited smile. She, too, would soon be corrupted by reality, by the villagers, but Vanessa vowed to make sure her baby niece was safe.

The memory faded into a notion, the one that kept strengthening itself - the very idea of someone mistreating her niece made her blood boil ferociously.

She would protect her girl, if it was the last thing she’d do.

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

Vanessa’s Worst Nightmare

Task 001. Self-reflecting. Her apartment.

Not many things can scare the woman who’s surrounded by the things of nightmares, day and night. Not may things make her wake up in the middle of the night, terror struck, but there is a thing, once dreadful thing that can make her falter, make the ice and dread seep into her bones. Ironically, it was death. Not her own, no. Never her own. She fears that the only family she has left, would die - she knew her niece would not be able to die of old age or sickness, but there are things which could kill her, drive her closer towards death, more intimately than she is now.

She fears of loss and heartache, different kind of pain than what she’s endure the first time she’s left her family behind, and that Godforsaken village. Her worst nightmare isn’t something flimsy, like creepy faces and clownlike grins - her fear is that the only person she loves more than herself, only person that still matters to her, would leave her - one way or another.

Vanessa would be damned first than to see it happen.

[enews]

[vanessarothsbart-blog]

enewsThe Evil Queen is judging you…

[edenshq]

Alliance: Traitor to rebels

Occupation: Former Staff of the Resurrection Division, Currently a Doctor at the Experiment Facilities

Residency: The Garden Facilities

Species: Immortal though serum

note: Please be sure to contact Teressa’s player before applying and you can apply for her here.

Vanessa was born in during a terrible storm, many years ago. The sky blackened with thunders roaring all around, and the women of the village prayed. Brujeria, they called her. A  witch, a sorcerer. Her mother, however, was no a superstitious woman and instead of giving the newborn a holy name that would ensure her divinity, sanctity,and the blessing of her soul, she names her a plain name - Vanessa. As the girl grew, they all began to see that she wasn’t like the others; her head always in the cloud, in the thin air, talking and giggling with things that were not there. For a while, everyone thought it was because there were no other children in the village, and the girl had to entertain herself, and the deemed it cute. But, when her mother remarried after her husband’s death, and when little half-sister was provided to Vanessa, talking to thin air did not stop.

The names surrounded her all through the adulthood, and for a while it bothered her – never having anyone to truly confide in, to talk to, she began closing in on herself, and the more she did so, the more she talked to her invisible companions. In the end they just started calling her mad, even pitying her. That was, until her sister married and gave birth to the most precious thing in the world – her step-niece, and a baby she adored as if she were her own. Her sister allowed her to tend to the baby, hoping it would cure her sister and mend her sanity, and for a while it seemed to work. Vanessa no longer openly spoke to the spirits, no longer laughed and chatted with thin air – this time all her attention was to her baby niece, her Tessa. But, life was a treacherous thing, and her sanity would not last for long. She felt the pull from her niece, a dangerous, tempting thing and it didn’t take her long to realise. “She is like you.” They whispered. “Take her with you. They will hurt her. Help her. Save her.” The voices spoke, but she did the one mistake she was bound to do – she ignored them. It was a moment of “insanity” a moment of fear for her niece, that she realised Teresa would be better off without her toxic presence. But, before she could leave, an incident happened - her niece’s power began showing, and in order to protect her, she did one of the things ghosts spoke about. She sacrificed herself. That day she covered her niece’s tracks and made everyone believe that the thing that occurred was her doing – they banished her, threatening to burn her if she stayed any long, and Vanessa left, never looking back. For a while she felt like she was doing the right thing, but after a while she was no longer sure. After a while, she realised her full power, the ability to control those who were long dead and in the afterlife. She could make the spirits do her bidding, and then she forged a plan. Finding Eden was easy. Making her niece follow was not as easy, but she knew Teresa would hear them, feel them, follow them. She kept her true identity hidden, going by an alias, her middle name, Circe, and she’s waiting for the opportunity to reveal herself to her niece, even though they are in close proximity every day. She hesitates, knowing that Teresa might not  understand, or forgive her for leaving, but the ghosts whisper of dangerous, dreadful things and they are pushing her closer to her niece with every ticking minute. 

Teresa Martinez: Vanessa has always been close to her niece, Teresa Martinez. She sensed there was a power, something dangerously similar to her own, inside her, just waiting to blossom. When it did, it wasn’t what she had expected, but she was pleased by it, pleased to see that someone else shared, at least to an extent, the very gift she was bestowed upon. However, she couldn’t tell Teresa what she was ( or, more accurately what they were ), as she had hoped that the little girl, her precious niece, would manage to keep it hidden. There was a large part of her that wanted to shield her from her fate, from the fate Vanessa knew she would suffer, as she suffered to – which is why she had left her, masking Teresa’s little mishap as she own, so that she could be shunned instead of the girl. She regrets that she left her behind, but she knows Teresa would find her, sooner rather than later, and this time she’s taking the matters into her own hand, sending her little “advocates” to whisper in Teresa’s ear while she sleeps – because her aunt was there, ready to help her, love her and care for her, as she should have all those years they’ve been apart.

Vanessa Circe Rothsbart is an immortal and a traitor. She is portrayed by Lana Parrillla she is Unavailable.