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This is set back in like 1800's London. Starting at the smoke house where the nobles meet. Rosaleen's uncle is bringing her to meet her new fiance.

Name: Rosaleen Maria Hawthorn
Age: 19
Personality: Shy and nervous. She wants nothing more then please the man who chooses her as his wife.
Bio: Her parents died when she was twelve and her Uncle and his wife were given custody. Being not of noble birth she has no status or rank in the world, her father was a pig and chicken farmer and her mother a steamstress. Her uncle wishes for her to marrry this younger noble to bring rich blood into the family.
appearance:

((Sorry, I'll work on this later. Making my mark!))

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((Erm . . . oh. :XD I didn't even see that. :sweat: Thanks for letting me know about it. :D Before we start . . . I have to finish my character sheet . . . I'll edit this when I have it done. :)))



Name: Vance Valentine
Age: 21 (or, appears to be)
Personality: Polite and calm, tends to have random fits of violence. Tries his hardest to be a gentleman, though has him moments where he could care less. Vance has many secrets - dark history and strange happenings - that he'd rather keep hidden.
Bio: His family has been full of money and higher titles for generations, and young Valentine continues to carry his family title. He is the young lord over his land, and has been for a while now. No one has come to his home, which is a mansion of great status, for years. It is a bit old, full of dust and musty rooms that haven't been opened in many years. He seems to not have aged a bit since anyone last visited, but allowed Rosa to come due to his recent contact with her father. Vance doesn't seem very happy about his noble position, and seems to wish it wasn't his responsibility. But he tries his hardest not to let it show. After all, what kind of leader would have followers if they knew he was weak?

((Kk I'm going to start, How about after the wedding at his house))

((Hehe, alright. Sorry it took me so long. Blah, I have much work recently. Finally able to get away from it for a few minutes . . . lol, his bio and such are up above in my last post.))

The noble ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Are you sure your daughter will wish this upon herself? She'd have to deal without servants or frequent guests. I don't have many visitors." Vance looked to Rosa's father, his red eyes wide and full of anxiety. "What if she doesn't like this? I can't expect a woman I have never met to marry me!"
Vance Valentine seemed more than a bit stressed, but the only one to see it was his soon-to-be-wife's father. The tall noble paced the floor in front of his entryway, straightening his black suit nervously. After fidgeting for a few moments, he sighed, and stood still. "When will she arrive?" he asked, completely calm once more. Turning to look over his shoulder, the man raised an eyebrow. "Soon, I'm guessing?"

((I guess you'll have to play the "daddy" until Rosa gets put into this. :P Heheh))

"Calm down, My wife is bringing her. And she's not my daugther, she is my niece." James said as a small carraige pulled up. "There they are now. And don't worry, I've raised her to be the spitting image of a dream wife. She dosn't get very many visiters other then me and my wife, and after the marraige we are moving to America so Don't worry about that." He said as the doors opened and an old woman stepped out pulling a slinder young women about 17 or 18 out of the carraige after her.

The young woman had long brown hair which was down with a bit braided in the front. She had an angel face with bright blue eyes and small lips. She wore a pale blue dress which shone brightly against her pale white skin. She held her head up as if attached to a rod, and her shoulders stright. You could tell she was having difficulty breathing in the corset her aunt had laced up extremly tight to show off her chest. As they stepped forward her curtsied. "Good evening Uncle. Lord Valentine." She said in a soft and sweet voice. Almost like the chim of wind chimes.

"Good evening," Vance breathed, bowing low to the young woman. "It is good to see you, Miss Hawthorn. You look . . . beautiful." The sound of her voice met her looks - soft and sweet. The noble stepped forward to gently grab Rosa's hand, bringing it to his lips. She was pale . . . nearly as pale as he was.
"You will be well cared for," Vance said, looking her in the eye. "I promise you that I will do what I can to keep you from any harm." Clearing his throat, the young man nodded to Rosaleen's aunt and uncle. "Thank you for bringing her here. You can be well assured that she will live in comfort for the rest of her days." Unless something happens to me.

((What kind of cerimony are we having here? Just kiss the bride, and they're married? After all, they're technically engaged, and they're getting the blessing of Rosaleen's family. :P))

((We could skip to after the wedding. I've never been or seen a wedding so IDK what goes on.))

Rosaleen flushed when he kissed her hand but she smiled. "TH...Thank you, ma' lord." She standing back up stright next to her aunt. Her uncle laughed and smaked the young man on the back. He was a harty man with a rather big belly and when he laughed it shook. (Like a bowl full of jelly ^o^) "Told you see was beautiful. Take care of him now Rosaleen." He said turning to the girl. "Yes uncle." She said bowing her head slightly then rasing it again.

Vance coughed lightly into his free palm when the man pat his back. He wasn't used to such treatment, though honestly it didn't affect him much. "Yes," he agreed. "She is beautiful." Smiling at Rosa, the noble knelt before her. "Will you marry me? Stay with me here?" His red eyes were full of a hidden feeling, almost like a warning.

"Ye..Yes, Ma' Lord. Anything you wish." She said blinking back tears. His eyes scared her, almost as if they were trying to send her a secret message. She forced a smile and held out her left hand as her aunt and showed her. She was increably nervouse at the thought of marrying this man, but she knew it would be a good step for her uncle, seeing how his money was running out since he spent it all on gambleing, drinking, and women.

Vance took her hand in his, sensing her warmth against his fingers as he touched her. "You are willing to become my m-" The Valentine noble paused. He had almost said "mate," as a vampire would . . . but that would have been unappropriate. "Willing to become my trusted friend and companion, someone who I can turn to in times of distress? You know that you can come to me with anything you wish to say, anything that you desire." The pale man slipped a small silver ring upon Rosa's finger - two roses that seemed to entwine about the entire band with garnet stones glittering in the middle of each bud.
"Will you take my name as your own?"
Moving close to Rosaleen, the tall youth looked down at her, still holding her hand in his. "Bind yourself to me for all eternity." Which is far longer than you can imagine.

"Yes, Even with the most troublesome and Distressful moments. I will take your name and Bind myself with you for ever." She said as she watched him stand and place the ring on her finger. She looked at it, it was beautiful. "Thank you." She said barly a whisper. Her uncle sighed and looked at her aunt. He was in a hurry to leave as soon as he could.

Vance smiled slightly. You have no idea what you just said. He gently tipped her chin up, kissing her lightly on the lips. It was cold, like carved stone, but it was a kiss.
"Then you are now Rosaleen Valentine," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "And you belong to me." As an afterthought, the noble added other words. "You are free to roam my estate as you wish, though in order to stay safe, you should stay near me." Vance hesitated, his red eyes flickering to the open doorway. "Unless I say otherwise."
There would be times, many, that he would have to send her away from himself. He just vowed he would protect her - he would have to concentrate on keeping her safe from himself as well as the outside world.
Noticing her family's eagerness to leave, the vampire glanced toward the large set of stairs. "Is there anything you wish to be brought to your room?" he asked, taking a step back to stand at a respectful distance, though still holding her delicate fingers in his hand.

"I've brought one trunk of dresses and other things that hold meanings to me, Ma' Lord. Unless you deem them unreasonable." She said as the carraige driver brought her small trunk down from atop the carraige and brought it over to them. Annebelle flushed again when he kissed her, and while answering his question she was still flushed to a soft pink. She looked at her uncle as he cleared his throat. "Well since this seems all over with and done, We'll be taking our leave now. We'll come and visit in a year or so." He said taking his wife's arm in a hard grip and pulling her into the carraige which instinctly drove off. Rosaleen watched them go with a releaved Glance.

Vance took the chest from the carriage driver in one hand, nodding him off. "Then let us get these to your room, M'lady." Glancing at her aunt and uncle as they hurried off, the noble laughed to himself. "They seemed in a wee bit of a hurry, don't you think?" Offering his free arm to Rosaleen, the tall man smiled. "Allow me to show you to your new room."

The room was at the top of the stairs, seperate from his own. Vance wasn't ready to have a human in his quarters - not after nightfall. Setting her chest by the foot of the large bed, he smiled politely to her. "Let me know if you ever need anything. I will most likely be in the reading room or in my own bedroom." The noble pointed out the rooms, and leaned against the doorframe. "Is there anything you would like right this moment?"

"No, Ma' Lord. Just to give my thanks for asking me as your bride yet again." She said with a deep curtsie. Sat came back up and smiled at him. She did think it odd that he did not wish to share a room with her, but perhaps, she thought. It was because she was so young and inexpericaned. Or maybe she was beautiful enough. As they were coming up the stairs she had seen a portrait of a beautiful women about her age hanging about the fireplace in the grand sitting room. Her eyes showed how hurt she felt but she kept the smile glued to her face.

This was going to be an interesting time . . . why, oh why, did he agree to have Rosaleen brought here? How was he going to protect her from himself? It was already proving difficult.
Her scent filled his senses, and Vance nearly tackled her right then and there. But he stopped himself. This wasn't the time for a meal, especially not one consisting of his newly wed bride.
"Are you feeling alright?" Vance moved to stand beside her, stroking a stray hair out of her face. "You look . . . sad." His pale hand rested on her cheek, and his eyes moved to meet hers. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked again, tilting his head slightly. "What troubles you, dear?"

"Not to sound rude, Ma' Lord. I was just upset that my husband does not wish to share a bed with me. And, that perhaps...It was because I am not pretty enough." She said taking his hand in hers. She felt her face turn a bright pink as she spoke, but she had to get this off her chest. She looked into his cold dark eyes and felt her heart race pick up and run away. He was quite breathtaking in candle light. It hightened his cheek bones, and make his skin seem to glow faintly.

Vance's eyes widened, and he smiled slightly. "Rosa," he crooned, stroking her cheek. "I don't sleep well, but if it pleased you, you could sleep in my room." The noble sighed slightly. "I don't usually sleep through the night, so I rarely use my own bed." He shrugged in apology. Then he met her eyes, his own crimson gaze full of a spark of pity. "It's not because you are not beautiful," Vance said, kissing her forehead. "You are gorgeous. I regret to inform you that you will need to deal with my imperfections until we can settle them."
He smiled slightly, taking her hand in his. "Would you like to change rooms?"

"Not if it causes you pain, Ma' Lord, If you promise to at least come stay the night with me once in awhile." She said softly as she became mesmerized in his eyes.
They looked cold and gray, but they held something sad and caged up behind them. Almost as if he were hiding a huge secret, but his eyes were slowly letting it out....somehow.

"Things are not going to be as you think," Vance whispered, brushing a cold hand against her cheek. "Nothing is going to be as you thought it would be." The nobled nodded slowly. "But I will come and visit you once every so often." Stepping back from his new family member, he brushed his dark hair away from his face in an action that flowed with hesitation. "I'm sorry, but tonight will be a long one. I don't think I'll be able to see you during the darkness hours."
Glancing out the window, the tall man grimaced. The sun was already set, the final rays disappearing in streaks of red - which reminded him vividly of what he truly was.
"If you need me," he said in a quiet voice, looking back to the woman - struck once again by how beautiful she was, he paused. "If you need me, I'll be in my room. It's near the end of the hall." Before leaving the room, the pale noble stepped up and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. "Do not take my rejection of you as your fault, dear. I am merely not ready for having another person around, much less a woman." Stepping over to the door in silent steps, Vance looked over his shoulder at Rosaleen. "Let me know if I can do anything for you, come to my room. Don't worry about waking me . . . I don't sleep much." With those words, he slipped into the hallway, heading for his own quarters.

Rosaleen watched him go then sighed. She walked into the rest room and drew herself a bath. She undressed then climbed into the steamy waters, letting it relax her mucles. Suddenly she heard whispering..."Oh how pretty." It said she opened her eyes and looked around. "Pretty little baby doll." Another voice said. She jumped out of the bath. "Looks scrumptious, our master has great taste." The first voice said again.

She grabbed her towel and ran down the hall and to his door. She pounded on the door. "Vance! Ma' Lord!" She cried still hearing the voices. "Nice curves."..."See her veins.".....She felt like she was going crazy, loosely wrapped in a towel, and pounding on her husbands door hearing voices....."See how her blood rises."......"Lovely bone structure."...."Just one taste, master wont mind."

The door opened after her third knock, and Vance reached out to grab her wrist. Pulling her into the room, the noble moved into the doorway.
"Silence!" he hissed to the darkness, his red eyes gleaming with rage. "She is mine. None will touch her but me." Valentine's voice came out in a growl, and for a moment, he bore fangs and claws to the seemingly empty hallway. After a few muttered words, the noble slid the door closed and turned to the trembling woman. His eyes softened . . . and then blackened. His gaze was drawn to her throat, where her pulse beat at a frightening speed.
"Are you alright?" he asked, stepping toward Rosaleen with a hungry look. Reaching out, he gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him with a swift tug. "Is something troubling you?"

"I...heard voices...Who were you yelled to?" She asked trying to hold the towel up to her body while he held her to him but failing and dropping the towel to the floor. She flushed as she she felt his ice cold hand on her wrist. She looked down so he would not see her shaking and trembling at the fact that she was still scared, and now embarrassed that he was seeing her nude.

((Sorry so short, but at least it's work able right?}}