Rose
Rosie was a widowed nurse working in a crisis center up in Evanston. Her deceased husband left her quite a large pension, so she continued her passion through the work she chooses. With no children and few family members left, she surrounds herself with wonderful people on the front lines, and the beautiful people to whom she is able to provide relief. Detectives, doctors, and legal aides make up the majority of people she considers her closest family.
Rosie lived in a small one story home with a cozy yet large basement, and a small crawl space above her garage. The picket fence and bright green grass were interrupted only by a small walkway to the front door. The home is full of pastel colors and bright floral patterns against plush furniture. A grandfather clock and record player sat where one may typically find a television. The coffee table was home to a weekly rotation of fresh flowers she grows in the backyard.
With the oven usually going, her house smelled of almond, cloves, lavender, or myriad other aromas. Rosie's friends and coworkers regularly look forward to her creations and their birthday cakes have very few leftovers. Rosie will confess her two favorite things are either friends or food... she just isn't sure which comes first!
Rosie was very recently embraced into the Lasombra clan, and is feeling rather lost, confused, and excited. Having accepted her new life, she has been forced to cut ties with many people in her community. Now under an assumed identity, Rose currently resides in The Rack.
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