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Rosalina
Legacy Name: Rosalina
The
Graveyard CelinoxOwner:
Age: 19 years, 4 months, 4 weeks
Born: January 12th, 2007
Adopted: 5 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: July 25th, 2020
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 12
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 3
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
for years rosalina felt like nothing was working out well.
she recalls being pushed down by her uncle, of feeling like she was bleeding out in her bed for many nights after men were far too rough with her. bruised arms and face, yet she rose in the morning, dressed, and manned the tavern with a smile as sweet as the men all said ger body was at night. she took touches and catcalls as she handed tankards of ale to the patrons.
then one day, he arrived. he felt like a miracle and a mistake all at once. he told her she was strong, she was beautiful and she would see if she went with him. she bites her lip, unsure of what this meant, unsure of what this held for her future. she wants to say yes, wants to go -- but she can't. a shake of her head. she had nothing outside this old dusty tavern.
i'll return later this week, i'm in town for as long as it takes.
brows furrow as she watches him leave and rosalina quietly follows behind him to the top balcony in the tavern, carefully tying her hair up and straightening her dress. she's about to call out to the bartend when her eyes catch her visitor at the door, a woman in his arms who he leans down to kiss.
why did she think for a moment he would be different ??
the rest of the week plays as normal, patrons calling her to her back room where she wakes sore and bruised, the room smelling like stale alcohol and blood. she pulls herself together, cleans the back kitchen and smiles at the barkeep as he drags himself in early morning behind her. he doesn't notice anything different, nothing out of place or wrong as she continues her duties.
when the man shows up the end of the week, rosalina puts on her sweetest smile, allows him to tug her close and she knows he's just like all the others. one hand slides down his arm, a calm hum from her lips as she feels his thumbs rub against her hips. his breath ghosts against her ear and she can only chuckle before her free hand is at his back -- knife plunged deep into him before she pulls it out, the man staggering back before the blade reaches his throat.
men could never be trusted.
she recalls being pushed down by her uncle, of feeling like she was bleeding out in her bed for many nights after men were far too rough with her. bruised arms and face, yet she rose in the morning, dressed, and manned the tavern with a smile as sweet as the men all said ger body was at night. she took touches and catcalls as she handed tankards of ale to the patrons.
then one day, he arrived. he felt like a miracle and a mistake all at once. he told her she was strong, she was beautiful and she would see if she went with him. she bites her lip, unsure of what this meant, unsure of what this held for her future. she wants to say yes, wants to go -- but she can't. a shake of her head. she had nothing outside this old dusty tavern.
i'll return later this week, i'm in town for as long as it takes.
brows furrow as she watches him leave and rosalina quietly follows behind him to the top balcony in the tavern, carefully tying her hair up and straightening her dress. she's about to call out to the bartend when her eyes catch her visitor at the door, a woman in his arms who he leans down to kiss.
why did she think for a moment he would be different ??
the rest of the week plays as normal, patrons calling her to her back room where she wakes sore and bruised, the room smelling like stale alcohol and blood. she pulls herself together, cleans the back kitchen and smiles at the barkeep as he drags himself in early morning behind her. he doesn't notice anything different, nothing out of place or wrong as she continues her duties.
when the man shows up the end of the week, rosalina puts on her sweetest smile, allows him to tug her close and she knows he's just like all the others. one hand slides down his arm, a calm hum from her lips as she feels his thumbs rub against her hips. his breath ghosts against her ear and she can only chuckle before her free hand is at his back -- knife plunged deep into him before she pulls it out, the man staggering back before the blade reaches his throat.
men could never be trusted.