Name: Rosette Aucion
Nickname: Rose, Rosy, O coin
Age: 18
Birthday: july 17, 1990
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire (Human Devouring)
Gift: Can feel the strength of one's soul by gazing into their eyes

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Flowers
Quiet
Chocolate
Swords
Conflicts
Fancy Dresses
Mysteries
Betrayals
Intelegence
Divious Plots

-Dislike's-
Stupidity
Airplanes
Water
[Pointless]Arguments
"Macho" Men
Ignorance
Arogance

Appearance:
Hair - Long, Blue-ish Gray, Gets it done in extremely complicated ways; always has little flowers or jewels in her hair
Eyes - Icy Blue
Build - Slim

Family: Lives by herself. Has a mother, and baby sister
History:
I held my sword in my right hand. Very few people in this area were left-handed, and any swordsman who was, was thought to be a waste of time. I looked down at my sword, it shined in the light, and the complex design shown blood red.
I glared at my opponent, and swiftly brought the sword to my face. He immitated this action, and then we bowed simultaniously. The man made a forward movement, and pointed his sword at me. I smirked, and said, "That, was a mistake." I jumped into the air, and pointed my sword down at him, since it was so fast he didn't have much time to block it. He managed to avoid the deathly blow, but i managed to dig into his shoulder.
He wailed in pain, and instictively grabbed his shoulder. I clicked my tounge in dissappiontment. Then I circled him, and watched as he looked up at me with hot anger in his eyes. I riased my eyebrows and stuck out my lip as if to say, "Sorry" but i was far from apologizing. I looked at his face, but then stabbed at his feet. He didn't see it coming, so he didn't block. Blood squirted from the middle of his foot, and he yelled in pain again. This time he lunged at me. I could tell by the arc of his back and the thrust of his wrist that he was aiming for my stomach. I brought my sword in front of my stomach, and then flew back. He fell, and rolled on the ground.
Pathetic, i thought. He got up, and came over to me. I got into a pounce position, but his put up his hand in surrender. I wrinkled my nose, and felt disappiontment, rising in my heart. "Good. You are getting better, Rose," he said, patting my shoulder and walking away.
I shurgged and thought, I would never give up, and I never have. The corwd applauded, and i waved it off, because it was pointless. It wasn't a good fight. It lasted maybe 6 minutes. A total waste of time. I could have been fighting a worthy opponent. My fiance stood by a tree, and gazed at me with curious eyes. "That man......he......there's something about him..." Austin looked impish, and excited about this guy. I rolled my eyes and said, "My dear, he is a coward, that is the only 'something' about him. Our little....i dunno what to call it, was only about 5 minutes."
He nodded and said, "But honey, remember, I can feel his aura and stuff, and there is something about his that is powerful, and demanding."
I wrinkled my nose again, and gave him a sour look. He just laughed and gave me a hug. He completes me. My life is so empty and boring, but he fills it with life and excitement. I smiled, and hugged him back.
We walked back toward our house, talking about fighting and our swords. Then the man I fought came up to us. There was a bandage arround his foot, i saw, and one around his shoulder and head. Austin stiffened when he came to us, looked right at him. I knew what that meant. That means that this guys was dangerous, and that he wasn't human.
Let me tell you this first. My love, Austin, he is a demon. He can sense people's aura, and can see images of their past when he touches them. He has great power, but contains his demonic lusts with a bronze cross. He has wanted to change me into a demon, but I couldn't do that to my mother.
The man smiled and thrust his hand at me and said, "Good game?" I laughed and shook my head, but then shook his hand. At that moment, it felt like my whole lower arm froze. His touch was icy and sent electricity throught my whole arm. I gave him a grimace and backed up to Austin.
I hadn't noticed, but there wasn't anyone around. It seems they all went home. No, wait there is a party tonite, at the Smiths. So everyone wen thome to prepare for that. I looked at the man and shivered.
"What is your name?" i asked, feeling curious.
"My name is Sejru. Thats all you need to know,"He said as he bent over to smile in my face. I slapped him. I dunno why. I think it was the look on his face and the smirk in his voice, that just pissed me off. He looked stunned for a moment then came back to reality and said to Austin, "You've got a keeper."
Austin glared at him, as he walked away. Then he said, "This guy. I can't tell for sure, but he.......something..." I nodded, and then we both went home to get ready for the party.
I was wearing a teal dress, with millions of trinkets, lace on everything, and my hair was curled, and had streaks of teal in it. Austin stared at me for about 3 minutes and said, "I am always astonished by how lovely you look in almost anything you wear." I gave him a timid smile and he wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked into the house. I looked at all the people there. It looked like there were about 80 people. I saw the Caldwells, the Johnsons, the Smiths, and the Fivels. I grimaced when I saw Lushia and Scott chatting up a storm. They had been in an off and on relationship, so I won't be surprised to see her dancing with Peter or someone at the end of the party.
I chatted with some people I didn't really know, I ate some food, and I talked with some old opponents. I was feeling very congested, talking to all these people, so I went outside to get some fresh air. I stood by a bush, that had roses.
I love roses, they are just so beautiful, but deadly with their thorns. I picked a really big, and full one. Then I heard movement. From the woods, about 20 paces from where I was standing. I looked into the woods, but saw nothing. I turned around and gasped. Sejru was right there, now in front of me. He smiled, and knocked me to the ground. I cursed, because I didn't have my sword. I rolled from were he knocked me down, but he seemed to know that that was what I was gonna do, because he grabbed me, and brought me close to his face.
I stuggled, and tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong. He threw me down again, and this time, I was in the rose bush. I tried to get out, but the thorns kept me lodged inside the bush. I stuggled, and cut my face, and arms, and legs, my dress was ripping horribly. Then he swiftly floated towards me, grabbed my jowels, force my head up, so my neck was exposed, and then sunk his teeth into my neck. I wailed, as loud as I could. The pain of his razor teeth was nothing compared to the burning sensation in my body. It felt like fire in my viens, and it rushed all through my body. I felt viens popping out of my skin, and I felt a rush of heat all through my body. My body shook violently and I didn't even notice that Sejru had moved away. I couldn't see anything but a blur of lights. After the buring, the rose bush seemed to have released me, and I fell to the ground with a thud.
I could see, much sharper, and could see all through the woods, I could smell a little fawn, nibbling on a patch of grass. What? Why, can I smell this? WHat happened to me? Suddenly I felt starving, but no the kind of starved, like a little pull on your stomach, but a violent lust for something, anything with blood. Blood. That is what I needed. Wait. Vampire. Sejru was a vampire. Now, I.....
No. I can't. This can't......
A girl came outside, and saw me. "Are you okay?" she said. SHe smelled like vanilla and blood. "Did you get stuck in da bush? Dat hurts" I nodded, and she came over to me. I looked at her, and began shaking again. SHe looked concerned. Poor kid. Then she put her hand on me and then I snapped. I pounced on her and snapped her neck. She cried, and tried to push me off. I barely noticed these useless struggles. I slashed at her face, and chest, and drank. The warmth of the blood felt so good running down my throat. My lusts, felt less needy, but I wouldn't leave her, until she was like a raisn.
A few months later, Austin hated me. He left, to go to Germany and to have a new life. 67 people died at that party, for an unknown reason. It seemed like a wild animal attack. I couldn't help myself. Sejru was nowhere to be seen, no one had heard of him, or saw him again. I moved to Washington in 1804, and haven't left since, except to visit my mother and sister at times. The night of the party still haunts me, and it always will.


Personality: Pompous, Judgmental, Spiteful, Pasionate, Sneeky, Believe-able, Selfish, Appathetic

Schooling:
Your house location - Doesn't live in a church, but in an abandoned church
Student - Yes
School - Forks High School