Rosie

[Rosie]

Rosie//Marie//Kerwalski
"Mother, can't you see that monsters are real, can't you see the monster is me?"

Government Files:

Full Name: Rosie Marie Kerwalski
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Species: Ghost Doll
Height: unknown
Weight: unknown
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Type: Slightly tanned
Face Claim: Judith Vittet
General Appearance: ((one paragraph at least))


Social Standings:

Social Class: none
Job: Collecting Blood
Organization: none
Alliance: Neutral
Business: none


Behavioral Documents:

Influences:
Her death
Mecha
Victoria
Her drive to have a mother
All her friends who grew up
Fears:
mirrors
the dark
Mecha
Mr. Evens soul
Desires:
To destroy the machine, free her friends, and rest in peace. If not then she wants to play with all her friends for eternity.
Likes:
Teddy bears
Animals
Blood
Flowers
Ribbons in her hair
Pretty dresses
Mommies
The look of someone in pain
Loud screams
Blood falling down like rain
Dislikes:
Bright lights
Mirrors
Mecha
The dark
Weakness:
She can not bare to look into a mirror and when put near one losses all her powers.
Strengths:
She is very sweet and manipulative and can convince people she is an innocent child.
Personality:
She is very quiet but sweet; she always has a haunted look on her face and always seems afraid as if she sees her own death happen to her over and over again. She is very confused, some part of her knows she is dead and nothing more then a restless spirit in some ways but another part of her does not know she is dead and does not even know who she is. Rosie is tormented by nightmares of what happened and despite needing to sleep she never goes to bed unless she passes out. She fears the world and all the people in it and is slow to trust anyone but once she does she is very clingy and loving. She is perhaps considered the ‘perfect’ child and very loyal who would do anything for those she loves.


Family Tree:

Mother: Sasha Kerwalski
Father: Alexander Kerwalski
Siblings: none
Offspring: none
Other Family: none
Master: none
Friends: none
Lovers: none
Enemies: none


Past Reports:

History:
To understand her full history it needs to start with Dr. Van Alder a crazed man obsessed with youth and immortality. He started as an alchemist in his life at age 18 but quickly became a surgeon obsessesed with bringing the dead back to life. This obsession grew even greater when his daughter died of Leukemia at the age of five, her name was Victoria. Dr. Van Alder started to build a machine that he called Mecha, a machine fussed with science, alchemy, and human organs. The machine was supposed to bring the dead back to life but it seemed to do just the opposite. After finishing it the machine seemed to take on its own life saying that the soul of his daughter was controlling it and that see needed the blood of innocent children to rebuild her body.

Dr. Van Alder was happy to appease his ‘child’ and immediately started his massacre feeding the machine the blood of children. However for each child it was feed the machine itself seemed to grow in size as if building itself in the night. Stranger yet was every year the voice matured as if his own daughter was growing up within the machine, and each year it demanded more blood. When his wife came across the machine it killed her and ate her angering off the crazed doctor. Running into the room he attacked it with an ax to destroy it and stop its evil knowing it had tricked him and that it was not truly his daughter. Bricking the room shut he went into his bedroom with a picture of his wife and daughter and shot himself.

Many years later his house was converted to an orphanage run by a kind hearted man who had a deep love for children. Within this orphanage was an infant named Rosaline. Her parents were Russians who had come to London but were murdered in a mugging leaving Rosie as she was called to grow up in the safety of the orphanage, the only one with a good reputation. She was a beautiful little girl carefree and loving to her caretaker trusting him more then anyone. All the children loved Mr. Evens for he would do anything to protect them even if he had to lose his own life to do so, however everything changed when he found the secret room.

It was after that day children went missing, it was that day he became mean and would hurt the children and cry at night. He would talk to himself and most of his strong bound with Rosie was gone. One faithful night he came for Rosie taking her to the basement where the five year old discovered the horrors of what rested in the cellar, Mecha alive and being feed on the children of the orphanage. Rosie was next on the menu and was curly feed to the monster. She only remembers the sounds of her screams and the sensation of blades and gears moving her along, her blood the oil that moved it. However this was not the end for her.

Rosie was trapped within a mirror with all the other children, their souls keeping Mecha alive. Within the mirror she found another little girl much like her, Victoria. Rosie and Victoria became so close to one another with the same goal to destroy Mecha, free the children, and then pass on to paradise. This goal was so strong that the souls of the two girls were fused together, Victoria’s soul living within Rosie’s mind. The problem still remained that they were trapped and Mecha held onto them, they needed to escape.

It was then that Mr. Evens gave them the change, like the doctor he realized Mecha was using him and would never make him immortal, it would continue to feed off his life until there was nothing left and it would feed off the children. In a fit of rage he spilled oil all over the orphanage and went to confront the machine in the night. Attacking it with an ax he meant to kill Mecha only to have the machine pull him into its gears and with him the ax. Causing a spark the orphanage caught on fire, luckily the children escaped and Mecha was weakened.

It was Rosie chance for escape; their spirits too strong for Mecha to hold escaped through the glass and into the world building a body from the blood of all the children killed by Mecha.

Night of Death:
She sat in the room looking at the other children as they whispered about Adam being adopted. He was probably at some nice home now his new mommy and daddy and a bunch of toys all his own while she and the other children waited in the cold orphanage to be adopted. The snow was falling heavily now outside on the streets as they shivered in their beds. The lamplights flickered casting shadows on the wall that resembled monsters but no monster greater then Mr. Evens, the man who ran the orphanage. He was a mean dark haired man with no heart as some grown ups said. He would hit you if you did not listen and not lightly, he would hit you until you passed out.

This was the reason Rosie wanted a family so badly. Lucky little Adam no longer had to deal with the evil; he was in his nice warm bed with a daddy to protect him from the monsters and a mommy to sing him to sleep. Lying alone in her own little cot next to Alex’s snoring Rosie wished she had a mommy to love her and put the ribbons in her hair for her. She was too little to put them in her own hair up, she needed Lucy to do it for her, Lucy was 13 and like a mother to the younger children but Lucy was adopted last week.

As her eyes became heavy and she slipped into sleep the door flew wide open and the bright light of a lap shined into the room. The light was so bright the children could not see the figure standing in the doorframe and each little hand was raised to eye level in an attempt to make out the figure. When the light dimmed they saw it was Mr. Evens as tired as always. He seemed to never sleep anymore which was so odd, ever since he had found the new room in the basement. Before then Mr. Evens use to be a nice man, he use to take good care of all the children and play games with them.

“Rosie sweetie, I have great news for you. There is a man and woman who came in an hour ago and after a long chat they decided on adopting you.” Rosie sat up, her big round eyes filled with delight. She was so happy, someone was going to take her in, and she would have a real family? She was excited and yet she had a bad feeling about this. Still it seemed possible; so many children were being adopted these days. There seemed to be a lot of families who wanted to adopt, it had to be real, this was no dream.

Sitting up she tilted her head to the side and in a small sweet voice asked, “Should I get dressed then? Can you put the ribbons in my hair so I can look pretty for mommy and daddy?”

Mr. Evens smiled, “Certainly, nothing would make me happier my dear.”

With a bright smile on her face she moved to her pile of clothes on the ground picking up her blue dress and slipping it on over the slip she slept in. Her little hands moving so fast that she dropped her shinny black shoes twice. Pulling out two black little ribbons from under her mattress she ran over to Mr. Evens handing them over with a bright face so innocent and pure. He wasted no time putting the ribbons in, even going as far as pulling her hair to hard. He was in a hurry, why was he so nervous, his hands shook as if he were sick and his strength was fading.

The ribbons were not the best ever, they were flopping around and almost falling out of her dark curls but it was better then nothing. Grabbing her tightly by the wrist he spoke with a half raspy tired voice and tugged her along harshly, “Hurry now, hurry you don’t want to be late for your new mommy and daddy.” She didn’t want to be late, no that would look very bad. She wanted to be the best daughter ever; she had to be right on time. Running along behind Mr. Evens they walked down towards the cellar stairs. Rosie was rather baffled, why were her new parents waiting for her in the cellar?

“Mr. Evens where are we going?”

“We are going to go play a game first before you go to your new parents. Just to pass time until they get here. It is a fun game.” His voice was strained with a hint of disgust and yet pure joy.

“What do I get if I win?” Rosie asked sweetly, her voice so clear like silver bells. Her bright face looking up to him. She looked like a little angel, an innocent little creature of god.

“Well Rose you get to go to a new home.”

“So what happens if I lose?” She seemed a little more curious and frightened now as he swung the door open and the pungent air hit her nose. It smelled nasty, icky; she had never smelt anything so horrible all her life. It was such a disgusting smell she had to cover her nose and look up at Mr. Evens. “What is that smell?” He was silent, not a word as he drug her down the steps almost pulling her to her knees. “Ouch you’re hurting me.” He was still silent, shaking, his eye twitching as they got closer. He was afraid; his face was white, so white. “Mr. Evens please, let me go your hurting me…Mr. Evens, Mr. Evens what’s wrong with you?”

Pulling her along in the dark cellar they finally came to the room that had been bricked up until Mr. Evens discovered it. Just outside the room were many hooks with ripped up bloody clothes hanging from them, it looked as if they had been sent through one of those mills that grind things up. Looking over the ripped up fabric her eyes grew wide as she spotted something familiar. It was Adams shirt, all ripped up and bloody. Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Was Adam…was he dead?

As they got closer to the room the odder became stronger and stronger until Rosie realized what it was, it was the smell of death. She had smelt it once outside than the children had found a dead cat, it was the same smell from then only stronger. Her little hands tightened around nothingness as she pulled back, little tears running down her face. “No, let me go, Mr. Evens please I will be a good girl. Please Mr. Evens I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.” He ignored her cries, her pleads, no he could not, it was eating him alive inside.

Turning to look at her he spoke, his eyes blank and looking into the distance, “You don’t understand, if I don’t feed it then it will kill me, I have to feed it, I have to feed it, I HAVE TO. If I don’t drink the blood, the innocent blood it will kill me, but if I drink the blood I will live forever. I need to feed it so I can stay alive, don’t you see. If I don’t it will eat me and all the children. I need to save the children, I need to save myself. There is a happy place; it promised a happy place to all the children if I feed it. Don’t worry you will not die for nothing, there is a happy place for us all, once it has enough children it will go away and all the children will be happy.”

It did not take a scientist to know he was insane or was he? The sound of gears moving caught her attention in the darkness before a bright red turned on lighting up the whole room. It was a machine, a big machine filled with gears and knives, and big scary looking things. She could not explain it but somehow she could feel the machine breathing, it was…alive. The lights got brighter and the smell got louder as Mr. Evens picked her up off the ground and pushed her down onto a metal table attached to the machine and strapped her hands and legs into place. Rosie struggled and cried as voices ran through his head telling him what to do. The lights turned a bright blue as Rosie was secured tot eh table. “It…it likes you, you are so pure, so innocent, so good. Tell me Mecha is…is this the last one? Please say no more, please tell me Mecha my god.”

Rosie heard nothing but Mr. Evens seemed to smile as tears ran down his face, his hand reached for a lever and pulled it down making the gears grind and move. Rosie started moving forward legs first into the large mouth of the machine. She struggled and cried out almost screaming in fear until the screams turned to screams of pain. He looked at her tear stained face, blood had landed on her milk white skin, her hands clenched so tight before she vanished into the machine, her cries so loud now he had to throw his hands over his ears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’M SO SORRY.”

Falling to his knees he threw his arms around his sides almost losing his dinner on the cold floors. His body shook violently as silence met his ears and the machine shut down. Blinking a few times he looked down towards the back end of the machine, Rosie’s blood covering the ground. He never knew where the bodies went, it was just blood and that was all. Standing up he felt so weak as if the life had been sucked out of him. A strange whisper ran through his head as it called to him. ‘I need more.’



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