Bygone Days - Mr. Rosetta 1
I created an LJ for a vampire character a couple years ago and LJ just let me know they're going to purge it. Made me realize that I should post over here.
In fact, I'm going to repost the two things that Mr. Rosetta had to say. It seems I was using him to apply to some sort of RP group that never replied or accepted me. Hm. I don't even remember it, that was eight friggin years ago.
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11:21 pm
I couldn't Submit the Application
Sorry if it went through 5 times, but I kept getting errors every time I submitted my app on the web page. here's my info though.
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name/alias; Tom
age- 26
*e-mail address; tomthefanboy@gmail.com
mun's lj; tee_moss
*character journal;
*character name; mr_rosetta
*dob; October 13th, 1877
*race; Vampire
*height; 5' 11"
*weight; 230ish
sexuality; undefined
Occupation: Night Club Owner in Spanish Harlem
*appearrance;
Mr. Rosetta is an average latino man who looks to be middle aged. Though he may have been in good physical condition once, it's clear that his body has seen better days. He has a slight paunch and his slicked, black hair and mustache shows a sprinkling of gray. As his name might imply he usually wears shades of red, whether it's a candy-apple zoot suit or a casual burgundy polo shirt, Rosetta is always fashionable. Two things that are never lacking no matter what the outfit are his dark sunglasses and his sparkling smile.
*personality;
Mr. Rosetta is friendly. He can come across as your well off uncle who spoils you when your mom isn't looking. He can pat you on the shoulder as he walks you out of his club, apologizing that he can't let you start fights there. He can also sound like the man who is about to reveal some very disturbing secret when he discusses perfectly legitiment business in his office over some Cuban cigars. Mr. Rosetta never seems to get angry and is always polite.
He is nearly slavish when speaking with his betters, gracious among peers, and generous among his lessers.
Always smiling to them all.
HISTORY--
Mr. Rosetta was raised in a latino immigrant family in Chicago at the end of the 19th century. His father moved them to America when he was very young and he has very few memories of his homeland. After growing up on the hard streets of Chicago, helping out with his father's tailor business like the rest of his family, he managed to get a good job driving trucks for the large shipping firms based aound the rail yards. His father had always taught him to keep his head down and not to upset people, America was a place for them to make a new start and new friends, not trouble.
Trouble found Rosetta's father however, when a new Mob boss moved into their part of town. The protection money had always been reasonable and his family had always paid it, out of a sense of respect and trust that this was how it was to be in Chicago. However Boss Giozetti had big plans, and those plans needed more money from the shopowners and land lords. Rosetta's father tried to pay the new prices, but it was just too much. After seeing his little neices going hungry he decided that he had to do something.
Mr. Rosetta had always been good at making friends, so when he started asking around out the Teamsters union it didn't take him long to find a sympathetic ear. One of the men from the North routes was in good with Giozetti's brother and agreed to set up a meeting. Giozetti was holding a meeting at a warehouse on the railyard that Friday and would be talking with local people about what he could offer them, and more importantly, what they'd do in return. Mr. Rosetta drove down to the meeting with his friend from the docks and a guy from out of town, name of Phil, who supposedly was from a different Local. They arrived at the warehouse and were allowed in by Giozetti's thugs. Rosetta never got a chance to speak with him, because a rival boss sent two cars full of gunmen smashing through the warehouse doors to mow down everyone there. Rosetta died not knowing that this killers had ensured that his father would not have to starve and his neices could grow up healthy.
Rosetta awoke cold, in the back of a moving truck later that night. Phil, the guy who was from out of town, had sired him and made Mr. Rosetta a vampire. For a few dozen years they travelled together and Phil taught Rosetta what it was to be a vampire and what their place was in the world of the supernatural. On top of that, Rosetta learned that because Phil had never known his sire, they were looked upon as a kind of mongrel among the more powerful vampires who put great stock in their bloodlines. Phil and Rosetta traveled about from city to city doing favors for the local undead and helping get the usually urban-bound vampires get around the country safely. Even after he and Phil parted ways in the '60s, Rosetta continued to learn. He heard tales of dark creatures from the netherworld, saw the handiwork of mortal wizards, and met first hand the bloodthirsty lycan who dwelled in the shrinking wilderness.
In 1998, Rosetta had a chance to follow in his father's footsteps. When rescuing a rich vampire's servitor from his broken down car, not to mention the lycans that happened to call that part of the Rocky Mountains their home, he earned a substantial reward from the unfortunate man's master. Though not enough to make Rosetta rich, it was a start. Rosetta quickly called in favors and visited old friends who had attained positions of power in their home cities. With a series of careful investments and arranged bets heis reward went to work.
Throughout his travels, Rosetta always loved the music of what he saw as "his people". Whether it was mambo, samba, tango, rumba, or his favorite, SALSA, Mr. Rosetta always had it on his car's radio (tape deck, stereo, Cd player, etc). With his newfound wealth he would honor the murky memories of his mortal family by making a place where he could share his love with others.
The Rosetta Stone.
Carefully meeting with the city bureaucrats and the city's Master, Rosetta set to work. Soon he had bought a building whose ground floor was a disco once upon a time. Here he made his home, office, and place of business. The Rosetta stone became a place where vampires could come to feel the joy of the music in their hearts, the pulse of the rythm in their veins, and the heat of the dancers in their flesh (and in their bellies, if they behaved themselves). He also allowed the bouncers (once he had awakened them to the world of the supernatural with a taste of his blood) to let other supernatural creatures in as well. As long as there wasn't too much trouble caused between them, they were treated by Mr. Rosetta as graciously as any other patron of the club. The only group that is universally banned from his club is the Avengers. It is place for people to relax and have a good time, not a place for zealots and martyrs to wage war.
Though Mr. Rosetta has only been in business a few months but he's making friends and the business in his part of Spanish Harlem. Just like his father he gives his due to those who he needs to and tries to stay out of trouble. Any day now though, trouble might just find him.
OTHER--
Mr. Rosetta is what a Vampire: the Masquerade palyer would call "Nomadic Caitiff". He can spout fangs and feed and lick wounds shut afterwards. He's hurt by most things, though he can usually regenerate arfterwards given the time and blood.
The only powers he seems to display are an uncanny way to defuse tense situations and get people to listen to him; his intuitive knack for picking out supernaturals and other bits of things about people he meets; and the way his teeth always seem to shine as if lit by their own set of halogen bulbs.
The main thing that people remember after meeting Mr. Rosetta is that they can't place his accent. While sounding Mexican or Puerto Rican at first, listeners pick up Rs that are rolled in a more slavic way or a word that is drawled with Parisian tones. When asked exactly where his family is from Mr. Rosetta simply replies "Chicago".
Example--
"Meester Vega! Meester Vega!" called out Mr. Rosetta from the wings of the stage. Vega's band had just finished their set for the night and were ready to party. Vega handed his guitar to the drummer and slouched his way over to the club's owner. "Meester Vega, you played wonderfully thees evening. I am so happy that I could open my doors to you all." Vega was happy too, it was their first show in the Big Apple and they had been lucky to get it. "I would love to have you back, maybee later thees month you all could return. My...cousin will be playing. With his funky-funky salsa band and I theenk that you too could play." Vega glanced over at his ska band's horn players and nodded. It'd be nice to have a full horn section for a change. He told the boys to wait as he went into Rosetta's office to make the arrangements.
When the band got back to New Jersey that night they celebrated their first show all night, but not Vega. He fell asleep before they got off the turnpike. When asked about it as he stumbled up to his apartment he shrugged and said "I dunno man, I just feel kinda...drained."
In fact, I'm going to repost the two things that Mr. Rosetta had to say. It seems I was using him to apply to some sort of RP group that never replied or accepted me. Hm. I don't even remember it, that was eight friggin years ago.
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11:21 pm
I couldn't Submit the Application
Sorry if it went through 5 times, but I kept getting errors every time I submitted my app on the web page. here's my info though.
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name/alias; Tom
age- 26
*e-mail address; tomthefanboy@gmail.com
mun's lj; tee_moss
*character journal;
*character name; mr_rosetta
*dob; October 13th, 1877
*race; Vampire
*height; 5' 11"
*weight; 230ish
sexuality; undefined
Occupation: Night Club Owner in Spanish Harlem
*appearrance;
Mr. Rosetta is an average latino man who looks to be middle aged. Though he may have been in good physical condition once, it's clear that his body has seen better days. He has a slight paunch and his slicked, black hair and mustache shows a sprinkling of gray. As his name might imply he usually wears shades of red, whether it's a candy-apple zoot suit or a casual burgundy polo shirt, Rosetta is always fashionable. Two things that are never lacking no matter what the outfit are his dark sunglasses and his sparkling smile.
*personality;
Mr. Rosetta is friendly. He can come across as your well off uncle who spoils you when your mom isn't looking. He can pat you on the shoulder as he walks you out of his club, apologizing that he can't let you start fights there. He can also sound like the man who is about to reveal some very disturbing secret when he discusses perfectly legitiment business in his office over some Cuban cigars. Mr. Rosetta never seems to get angry and is always polite.
He is nearly slavish when speaking with his betters, gracious among peers, and generous among his lessers.
Always smiling to them all.
HISTORY--
Mr. Rosetta was raised in a latino immigrant family in Chicago at the end of the 19th century. His father moved them to America when he was very young and he has very few memories of his homeland. After growing up on the hard streets of Chicago, helping out with his father's tailor business like the rest of his family, he managed to get a good job driving trucks for the large shipping firms based aound the rail yards. His father had always taught him to keep his head down and not to upset people, America was a place for them to make a new start and new friends, not trouble.
Trouble found Rosetta's father however, when a new Mob boss moved into their part of town. The protection money had always been reasonable and his family had always paid it, out of a sense of respect and trust that this was how it was to be in Chicago. However Boss Giozetti had big plans, and those plans needed more money from the shopowners and land lords. Rosetta's father tried to pay the new prices, but it was just too much. After seeing his little neices going hungry he decided that he had to do something.
Mr. Rosetta had always been good at making friends, so when he started asking around out the Teamsters union it didn't take him long to find a sympathetic ear. One of the men from the North routes was in good with Giozetti's brother and agreed to set up a meeting. Giozetti was holding a meeting at a warehouse on the railyard that Friday and would be talking with local people about what he could offer them, and more importantly, what they'd do in return. Mr. Rosetta drove down to the meeting with his friend from the docks and a guy from out of town, name of Phil, who supposedly was from a different Local. They arrived at the warehouse and were allowed in by Giozetti's thugs. Rosetta never got a chance to speak with him, because a rival boss sent two cars full of gunmen smashing through the warehouse doors to mow down everyone there. Rosetta died not knowing that this killers had ensured that his father would not have to starve and his neices could grow up healthy.
Rosetta awoke cold, in the back of a moving truck later that night. Phil, the guy who was from out of town, had sired him and made Mr. Rosetta a vampire. For a few dozen years they travelled together and Phil taught Rosetta what it was to be a vampire and what their place was in the world of the supernatural. On top of that, Rosetta learned that because Phil had never known his sire, they were looked upon as a kind of mongrel among the more powerful vampires who put great stock in their bloodlines. Phil and Rosetta traveled about from city to city doing favors for the local undead and helping get the usually urban-bound vampires get around the country safely. Even after he and Phil parted ways in the '60s, Rosetta continued to learn. He heard tales of dark creatures from the netherworld, saw the handiwork of mortal wizards, and met first hand the bloodthirsty lycan who dwelled in the shrinking wilderness.
In 1998, Rosetta had a chance to follow in his father's footsteps. When rescuing a rich vampire's servitor from his broken down car, not to mention the lycans that happened to call that part of the Rocky Mountains their home, he earned a substantial reward from the unfortunate man's master. Though not enough to make Rosetta rich, it was a start. Rosetta quickly called in favors and visited old friends who had attained positions of power in their home cities. With a series of careful investments and arranged bets heis reward went to work.
Throughout his travels, Rosetta always loved the music of what he saw as "his people". Whether it was mambo, samba, tango, rumba, or his favorite, SALSA, Mr. Rosetta always had it on his car's radio (tape deck, stereo, Cd player, etc). With his newfound wealth he would honor the murky memories of his mortal family by making a place where he could share his love with others.
The Rosetta Stone.
Carefully meeting with the city bureaucrats and the city's Master, Rosetta set to work. Soon he had bought a building whose ground floor was a disco once upon a time. Here he made his home, office, and place of business. The Rosetta stone became a place where vampires could come to feel the joy of the music in their hearts, the pulse of the rythm in their veins, and the heat of the dancers in their flesh (and in their bellies, if they behaved themselves). He also allowed the bouncers (once he had awakened them to the world of the supernatural with a taste of his blood) to let other supernatural creatures in as well. As long as there wasn't too much trouble caused between them, they were treated by Mr. Rosetta as graciously as any other patron of the club. The only group that is universally banned from his club is the Avengers. It is place for people to relax and have a good time, not a place for zealots and martyrs to wage war.
Though Mr. Rosetta has only been in business a few months but he's making friends and the business in his part of Spanish Harlem. Just like his father he gives his due to those who he needs to and tries to stay out of trouble. Any day now though, trouble might just find him.
OTHER--
Mr. Rosetta is what a Vampire: the Masquerade palyer would call "Nomadic Caitiff". He can spout fangs and feed and lick wounds shut afterwards. He's hurt by most things, though he can usually regenerate arfterwards given the time and blood.
The only powers he seems to display are an uncanny way to defuse tense situations and get people to listen to him; his intuitive knack for picking out supernaturals and other bits of things about people he meets; and the way his teeth always seem to shine as if lit by their own set of halogen bulbs.
The main thing that people remember after meeting Mr. Rosetta is that they can't place his accent. While sounding Mexican or Puerto Rican at first, listeners pick up Rs that are rolled in a more slavic way or a word that is drawled with Parisian tones. When asked exactly where his family is from Mr. Rosetta simply replies "Chicago".
Example--
"Meester Vega! Meester Vega!" called out Mr. Rosetta from the wings of the stage. Vega's band had just finished their set for the night and were ready to party. Vega handed his guitar to the drummer and slouched his way over to the club's owner. "Meester Vega, you played wonderfully thees evening. I am so happy that I could open my doors to you all." Vega was happy too, it was their first show in the Big Apple and they had been lucky to get it. "I would love to have you back, maybee later thees month you all could return. My...cousin will be playing. With his funky-funky salsa band and I theenk that you too could play." Vega glanced over at his ska band's horn players and nodded. It'd be nice to have a full horn section for a change. He told the boys to wait as he went into Rosetta's office to make the arrangements.
When the band got back to New Jersey that night they celebrated their first show all night, but not Vega. He fell asleep before they got off the turnpike. When asked about it as he stumbled up to his apartment he shrugged and said "I dunno man, I just feel kinda...drained."
