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That’s [Rosalie Merit] not [Katherine McNamara]. She’s [24/166] years old and a [Heretic]. She may be adaptable, empathetic, & captivating but she’s also volatile, insecure &  deceptive.

About Me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

Basics:

Name: Rosalie Evangeline Merit Species: Heretic Age: 24/155

Personality:

Rosalie isn’t nearly as hardened by her experiences as one might think. Instead of allowing that pain to fester and pull her towards the darker side, she always has done her best to rise above it and allow herself to be happy. Sometimes easier said than done, but she knows that her joy is truly the best way to get back at those who have wronged her(read: non-biological father, ie the man who raised her). That’s not to say she doesn’t occasionally let that inner darkness out. Her kindness is not to be confused with being weak, a lesson she is more than willing to make clear to anyone who might dare to cross her.

Quick Facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

she’s done a few shows on Broadway

a couple back in the 1920s, and then again a couple of years ago

she’s a ripper like her biological father, which translates into both her bloodlust and tendency for siphoning too much from someone

it’s because of this that she tends to avoid siphoning living beings, as well as sticking to a diet of animal blood

even after her initial arrival in America, she never tried to find a coven, for fear of being outcast and hunted down simply due to what she was

she’s kept her species fairly hidden over the years, allowing people to believe she is either a witch or a vampire, but never letting them see that she is truly a combination of both

a good part of her life has been devoted to finding her biological father, as she knows that Mr. Merit wasn’t him

Background:

Rosalie Evangeline Merit was born in London, England in June of 1864 as the first siphoner to the Merit bloodline of witches. Though her mother survived the traumatic birth of the child, she was left in a weakened state from which she would never fully recover. Being the first of his family to produce such an abomination, not to mention one who held so few physical similarities to the rest of his children, Rosalie’s father began looking into the possibility that the girl was not, in fact, his. He came across stories of a group of witches born without magic of their own who instead drew their powers from others. He’d spend his whole life trying to discover whether or not it was one of them who had cursed his family with the magical leech he’d called his daughter.

To her credit, Rosalie did her best not to steal magic from her family, preferring to live without if it meant avoiding punishment. Brutal as the consequences were for harming one of her siblings, sometimes accidents happened. Her father, however, was less than willing to listen, often leaving her with scars as evidence of his wrath. It seemed even with all the effort the young girl put into trying to be good, fate was simply never on her side. Without proper teaching, she was never able to truly get a handle on her siphoning abilities, and one tragic night she lost control entirely and killed one of her brothers. Her first kill.

Rosalie immediately packed her things and fled her childhood home. Using what little magic she possessed, she charmed her mother’s ring with a cloaking spell that would keep her hidden from the Merits. There was no going back after what she’d done. So instead, she settled to find herself a means of making money in order to survive. Easier said than done. With no real prospects, she turned to the one place she knew most women could succeed. A brothel. It was likely the lowest point of her human life, but it sparked the beginning of what would be a thrilling next chapter.

Working in the brothel, Rosalie befriended a young woman named Dorothea. It was a connection that would offer the siphoned a new life. A favorite to many, Dorothea often found herself requested by a young man with a fetish for blood play. Odd, maybe, but it would turn out that the man was a vampire, intent on sharing his immortality with the mortal girl. She would agree, but only if he would also offer up his gift to her friend. He agreed, though only proceeded to turn Dorothea, as Rosalie was still unsure if this was a life she genuinely wanted. It was a choice that would be stolen from her by a man she had mistaken as a client. The year was 1888. The man, was Jack the Ripper.

Waking as a vampire was a strange sensation to say the least. For one, she felt hungry in a way she’d never experienced before, but beyond that…she felt powerful. Not just a physical strength either. No, for once in her life Rosalie could feel a limitless amount of magic coursing through her veins. It wasn’t something she was intent on giving up. Like most vampire, her first feed resulted in a kill, though she found it far easier than she’d imagined. Perhaps the man who had raised her - she now refused to refer to him as her father - had been onto something when calling her an abomination.

For so long she had restrained herself, and now she was finally free to live as she pleased. It was an idea that excited her. Her first plan of action, return to the Merit home to face her former abuser. He would not survive the encounter in his office, though Rosalie herself would discover the research he had been doing on witches like her. Claiming it for herself, as well as a sufficient amount of money, she would make her way to the docks and buy herself a ticket to America. A new life demanded a fresh start, and she felt no regret at leaving nearly everything of her past behind her in London. Only two things could tie her to that life; her birth mother’s ring, and the letters she and Dorothea would continue to write to each other even to this very day.

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 wyatt rarely ever felt ( he supposed that was the reason why a lot of people liked to describe him as a cold, arrogant, egocentric asshole ) but he understood why rosalie had a constant fear for her life. heretics were always at risk, it was as simple as that, but he still hated it. mismatched eyes wandered back to her face and he nodded in both, acknowledgement and agreement. “ good. i hope so. ” the vampire parted his lips and he was about to argue with her when she told him that they couldn’t leave briar creek, but then she added something that made him stare at her in disbelief and confusion. no supernatural can. “ what? ” he tried to force himself to grin while he waited for her to burst into laughter for getting him like that. “ you are joking, right? ” it had to be a joke. “ rosalie… please tell me this is your version of belated april fools. ”

“Wyatt, I’m supposed to be starring as Heather McNamara in the West End production of Heathers right now. I never would’ve given that role up if I hadn’t been forced to by the spell.” It was a call that had broken her heart, as she’d been wanting to snag the role of the troubled teen ever since the off Broadway premiere in the United States. Sadly, it had come during one of her break periods, meant to keep her face from the spotlight to hide her inability to age. “I wish it were just a joke, I really do, but we’re stuck here. Indefinitely, as it would seem.” Even without the murders, Rosalie knew this news wasn’t likely to be taken well. The tension between them was already evident, and being trapped together would only force them to confront it. And yet, “If it’s any consolation, at least we’re stuck here together.”

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 be afraid and the fact that she was bothered wyatt more than he could say. sure, their immortality was only an illusion and all lives could be taken, but if someone deserved feeling and being safe it was rosalie. “ is there a healthy level for that? ” he mumbled through clenched teeth after he took another step forward, closer to the desk. “ i am not calling you naive. all i am asking is for you to be more cautious, at least for a little while. ” his internal struggle was clear to be seen on his features: he shook his head and fought to bite his tongue, but the words escaped him anyway. “ i couldn’t bear losing you too. ” hell, it would have been difficult to lose her, even if dorothea never died. “ why this place, rose? ” he sighed. “ can’t we just pack our bags and find somewhere else? anywhere else? this is not the only university that would accept you as a professor. ” so why would she stay here, in a potential war zone?

“I’m honestly not sure. But I’ve been afraid since the day I was born, so perhaps I’ve just grown used to the feeling.” There weren’t many people she would openly discuss her past with, especially when it came to her life before death. In fact, there had only ever been three. Two were now buried, and Wyatt was the third. “I know,” Rosalie uttered, gaze seeking out his and holding steady. “I already use a cloaking spell to hide my magical energy. No witch should be able to detect me. I’ll stick to playing the vampire side of things. That leaves only my own kind to identify me for what I am, and I doubt they would call me out knowing the struggle that comes with our species.” At least, she was hoping they would know to use discretion. Without having ever met another heretic, she couldn’t be entirely sure. An answer to his question on the town was about to be given, but when he mentioned them leaving her mouth snapped shut. How had he not known? “Wyatt...we can’t leave Briar Creek. No supernatural can.”

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 was a necessity, not a choice: his eyes had dropped to her lips the moment she sucked in a breath and who knows what would have happened if he stayed close to her? there was nothing wrong with proximity between two, consenting adults and yet… how could he allow himself to be close to her of all people? the only person dorothea loved as much as she loved him. the vampire walked to the window and he crossed his arms while he leaned against it, but he finally glanced back at the redhead when she told him that she didn’t want to die. it made him sigh deeply and he forced himself to move closer to her once again. “ you are not going to die. ” he wanted to go on and tell her that he would do anything in his power to keep her alive, but he bit down on his tongue and stopped himself. a promise like that came close to admitting the truth about one, not so simple thing — maybe he could have protected dot too. but he had been too distracted to do that. “ i’m not asking you to live in constant fear. you shouldn’t. ” he told her, his voice roughened up by his thoughts. “ i’m asking you to look out for yourself. to understand that some people might not have your best interest at heart. don’t trust easily. that is the happy medium. ” or at least he hoped it was.

The resolve in his voice was just enough to truly make her believe him. Enough to remind her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her, that he never had if he’d been able. Moving back to her desk, she curled up on her chair, knees drawn close to her chest where her chin would rest upon them. She still had a fair bit of work to get done, but what could be the harm in simply taking it home? She was far more exposed here, though perhaps being in such a public place would deter any possible attacks. Thoughts she never expected to have to sort out. “I don’t think I know what a life without semblance of fear is like, but I’ll try to keep it to a healthy level,” she teased weakly, doing her best to pick up the mood. Something she’d grown more than accustomed to doing with a life such as the one she’d led. “You’re the only person I truly trust, Wyatt.” A statement laced with more emotion than she had any right to feel towards him. And yet...she couldn’t seem to turn it off. “Trust is far too important to simply be given away. I may be soft, but I’m not so naive as to not know that.”

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 her question in a way that would cushion the blow and keep her from panicking, but it seemed like it was too late for that. rosalie already shut the door and the curtains before she murmured a spell to top it all off. well done, wyatt. “ i do know that. ” but he also knew that some creatures in this town were extremely old and powerful — and if someone managed to kill the queen of a coven and one of the oldest werewolves, they had to be quite forceful. it was safer to expect the worst. “ listen to me. rose. ” the blond stepped forward and he placed both of his hands on her arms, trying to make her focus. calm down. “ you are right. okay? there is a chance that no one knows who you are. what you are. but i’m not willing to take chances. not when it comes to your safety. ” one of his hands moved higher so he could curl a finger under her chin to make her look at him. “ you are going to be okay. i just need you to be careful. you can’t expect people not to know. not now. ” he refused to bury her next. it was a thought that made him clench his jaw and he forced himself to pull away. to turn away, hiding his expression. 

If it hadn’t been Wyatt, if it had been anyone else, she likely would’ve continued to spiral. There was a trust there she didn’t share with anyone else, at least not anymore. Not since...no. She was already going dark enough as it was, and she refused to open up a door that only led to more pain. She instead chose to focus on his voice, on his hands holding her arms to stop her from bouncing around the room in a frenzy. It was hard not to suck in a breath when his hand moved to her chin, to not feel a hint of guilt that she wanted him to never let her go. To not feel shame at how she wished they could be more than what they were. “I don’t want to die,” was all she could manage, the fear far more real now that she was being forced to face the very real possibility of it. There was a coldness as he pulled away, forcing her to wrap her arms around herself to try and get back that comfort. An attempt made in vain. “If I can’t assume ignorance, and I can’t assume they know...what’s the happy medium to that? I can’t just live in a constant state of paranoia.”

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫, whether she expected a stranger or not. “ at least you are being honest with yourself. ” or maybe he was the one that needed to be honest about being in a particularly bad mood right now — on any other day he probably would have taunted and teased her, creating weapons with her very own words… as he did in the next moment. “ so now you are rude and a liar? my, my, how things have changed. ” his lips twitched into a smirk, but it only lasted for so long. wyatt looked away from her when she told him she missed him and he cleared his throat while he nodded his head. “ yeah. yeah, i missed you too. ” more than he should have, but there was no point in admitting that. there couldn’t be. his eyes flickered back to her face and he nodded once more. “ my timing is bad, but at least you won’t be on your own. if the person that did this has a problem with supernaturals you might be high up on that hit list. ” and wyatt would be damned before he allowed anyone to touch a single hair on her head. he protected his protégés. he would protect her.

The teasing was familiar, and it was enough to bring a smile to her lips. One that grew at the admission that he had missed her as well, but that cam crashing down at the next statement. “Why would I be high up on-” But she already knew, a realization that struck her the moment she’d even begun asking the question. Her following movements were quick as she moved to shut the door and pull the curtains across her office window. A spell was muttered to ensure they couldn’t be overheard, likely an unnecessary precaution, but the panic wan’t allowing her to think straight. “How would anyone even know about that? Wyatt, you know me. You know how hard I work to keep my species a secret.” But what if it hadn’t been enough? She was living in a town packed with supernaturals, what if one of them had figured her out and she’d been too blind or naive to see it. “I don’t...what am I...but I don’t hurt anyone....”

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬? “ you said i should leave because you are too busy working on them. so what does it matter? ” whether she took them for the hundredths of times or she wrote them for her students, the core of the message stayed the same: it was an unmistakable leave me alone. “ my bad. it won’t happen again. ” wyatt replied before he groaned at his own reaction. none of this was what he pictured his time in briar creek to be like. from murders to being so close to rosalie… maybe he should have stayed away. it certainly would’ve been easier. “ we are all on the edge right now. obviously. ” the vampire sighed and then narrowed his eyes at her words, but the female already explained herself before he had the chance to say anything. “ ah. of course. ” he faked a small smile. “ and don’t worry. i didn’t expect anything like that. you said it yourself: you got too much work to get done. ”

“I did, and it was incredibly rude of me.” She’d been raised better than that. Not that she’d ever really had a choice, as her manners seemed to be the only thing her father had ever approved of when it came to her. Thus making them all the more vital to her survival in her childhood home. Rosalie had to swallow down the memories before her mind would allow her to continue. “It also may not have been entirely true. Yes, I am busy and have a good bit of work to get done, but not so much that I don’t have time for an old friend. Even if you didn’t expect me to welcome you, we both know it’s out of character for me not to. And despite everything, I really have missed you and I’m glad you’re here. Especially now with everything going on.” 

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ofwyatt‌:

𝐨𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫. “ and you think that i do? ” wyatt spent nearly seven centuries on this planet, but death would never be an easy subject. not even for someone like him. he could not claim to care about the dead bodies they found hanging above the town’s square, but it certainly brought back some memories that he preferred to avoid — then again, the same could be said about the person right across from him. every glance at those emerald green eyes and that fiery hair was a painful reminder of things he lost. of the things he couldn’t have. “ i’m not here for gossip or exams, rosalie. i thought you of all people would know me well enough to get that. ” but what was he here for? knowing that they moved to the same town was one thing, there was no need to tempt fate now, was there? “ looks like i made a mistake. i should let you get back to work. we wouldn’t want you to fail your finals, hm? ”

“I don’t fail the finals, I write them.” Maybe correcting him wasn’t the best place to start, but her impulsive tongue always seemed to beat out her brain for control over what she said. “Sorry, I get mistaken for a student more than I’d care to admit.” Then again, she was one of the youngest professors at the university, at least in physical terms. “And...I’m also sorry for jumping to conclusions. You’re right that I should know better, and my being on edge isn’t a valid excuse for treating you as some inconvenient stranger. We both know you’re far more than that, Wyatt.” A pause, cheeks growing soft shades of pink as the possible weight such words could carry hit her. “I only mean that, I’ve known you long enough to know you wouldn’t come here for morbid gossip. I suppose while I’m at it, I should apologize for not welcoming you to town. You deserve better than that.”

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“I don’t exactly deal with death well.” She never had, following her first ripper binge. The decision to stick to animal blood had been an easy one. “So, unless you’re here to discuss next week’s exam or upcoming final papers and performances, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I have far too much work to get done to spend time on morbid gossip.” Rosalie had seen the bodies on her way to a coffee shop during her break. A break she had immediately cut short before she resigned herself to hiding in her office with the goal of avoiding discussion on the very subject.

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CIS FEMALE / KATHERINE MCNAMARA — is that ROSALIE MERIT wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for TWO MONTHS and word around the town claims that the 24/155 HERETIC is ADAPTABLE, but also a bit VOLATILE. that would explain why they are usually listening to FRIENDLY REMINDER by AGAINST THE CURRENT. They can be found at BRIAR CREEK UNIVERSITY as a DRAMA PROFESSOR. Perhaps, Briar Creek, is in for another massacre? With them being ON THEIR OWN, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.

About Me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um...I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends. 

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

Basics:

Name: Rosalie Evangeline Merit Species: Heretic Age: 24/155

Personality:

Rosalie isn’t nearly as hardened by her experiences as one might think. Instead of allowing that pain to fester and pull her towards the darker side, she always has done her best to rise above it and allow herself to be happy. Sometimes easier said than done, but she knows that her joy is truly the best way to get back at those who have wronged her (read: non-biological father, ie the man who raised her). That’s not to say she doesn’t occasionally let that inner darkness out. Her kindness is not to be confused with being weak, a lesson she is more than willing to make clear to anyone who might dare to cross her.

Quick Facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

she’s done a few shows on Broadway

a couple back in the 1920s, and then again a couple of years ago

she’s a ripper like her biological father, which translates into both her bloodlust and tendency for siphoning too much from someone

it’s because of this that she tends to avoid siphoning, as well as sticking to a diet of animal blood

even after her initial arrival in America, she never tried to find a coven, for fear of being outcast and hunted down simply due to what she was

she’s kept her species fairly hidden over the years, allowing people to believe she is either a witch or a vampire, but never letting them see that she is truly a combination of both

a good part of her life has been devoted to finding her biological father, as she knows that Mr. Merit wasn’t him

Background:

Rosalie Evangeline Merit was born in London, England in June of 1864 as the first siphoner to the Merit bloodline of witches. Though her mother survived the traumatic birth of the child, she was left in a weakened state from which she would never fully recover. Being the first of his family to produce such an abomination, not to mention one who held so few physical similarities to the rest of his children, Rosalie’s father began looking into the possibility that the girl was not, in fact, his. He came across stories of a group of witches born without magic of their own who instead drew their powers from others. He’d spend his whole life trying to discover whether or not it was one of them who had cursed his family with the magical leech he’d called his daughter.

To her credit, Rosalie did her best not to steal magic from her family, preferring to live without if it meant avoiding punishment. Brutal as the consequences were for harming one of her siblings, sometimes accidents happened. Her father, however, was less than willing to listen, often leaving her with scars as evidence of his wrath. It seemed even with all the effort the young girl put into trying to be good, fate was simply never on her side. Without proper teaching, she was never able to truly get a handle on her siphoning abilities, and one tragic night she lost control entirely and killed one of her brothers. Her first kill.

Rosalie immediately packed her things and fled her childhood home. Using what little magic she possessed, she charmed her mother’s ring with a cloaking spell that would keep her hidden from the Merits. There was no going back after what she’d done. So instead, she settled to find herself a means of making money in order to survive. Easier said than done. With no real prospects, she turned to the one place she knew most women could succeed. A brothel. It was likely the lowest point of her human life, but it sparked the beginning of what would be a thrilling next chapter.

Working in the brothel, Rosalie befriended a young woman named Dorothea. It was a connection that would offer the siphoned a new life. A favorite to many, Dorothea often found herself requested by a young man with a fetish for blood play. Odd, maybe, but it would turn out that the man was a vampire, intent on sharing his immortality with the mortal girl. She would agree, but only if he would also offer up his gift to her friend. He agreed, though only proceeded to turn Dorothea, as Rosalie was still unsure if this was a life she genuinely wanted. It was a choice that would be stolen from her by a man she had mistaken as a client. The year was 1888. The man, was Jack the Ripper.

Waking as a vampire was a strange sensation to say the least. For one, she felt hungry in a way she’d never experienced before, but beyond that…she felt powerful. Not just a physical strength either. No, for once in her life Rosalie could feel a limitless amount of magic coursing through her veins. It wasn’t something she was intent on giving up. Like most vampire, her first feed resulted in a kill, though she found it far easier than she’d imagined. Perhaps the man who had raised her - she now refused to refer to him as her father - had been onto something when calling her an abomination.

For so long she had restrained herself, and now she was finally free to live as she pleased. It was an idea that excited her. Her first plan of action, return to the Merit home to face her former abuser. He would not survive the encounter in his office, though Rosalie herself would discover the research he had been doing on witches like her. Claiming it for herself, as well as a sufficient amount of money, she would make her way to the docks and buy herself a ticket to America. A new life demanded a fresh start, and she felt no regret at leaving nearly everything of her past behind her in London. Only two things could tie her to that life; her birth mother’s ring, and the letters she and Dorothea would continue to write to each other even to this very day.

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