I was born in Lucca, Italy about 1819.(It is hard for me to remember at this time.) I lived relatively confortably on the money papa made for the church. I really felt very close to my family until I met and fell in love, as most young women do, to the wrong kind of guy. He was a gypsy who traveled from town to town, and when he left, I felt as if I were never to live or breath again. I moped around for weeks, and he suddenly showed up at my door. Papa forbade me from seeing him, but we snuck out every night. Later that year, we got married. Rolende was very handsome and I loved him dearly. We set up a small wagon with the rest of the caravan, I did odd jobs and read fortunes. We began our travels all around Europe. My daughter, Luisa, was born in Verona. One nite late, a fight broke out in one of the small villages we were traveling in, and my dearest Rolende was killed. I moved back to Lucca with my small daughter and tried to live, but my family would give me little support. I grew hungry and my small precious Luisa grew sick. I left her in a basket at my brothers home, and set out to find the gypsy caravan that was my true home.I realilized two things - that family is a group of people that accept you as your are, and that money was the most important thing in the world. Yes, I missed my daughter, but I knew that she was better off. It was during my travels to Prussia that I met a beautiful man... I say that for he was not handsome... there was a glow and beauty about him. I knew I could never love anyone except my dear Rolende, but this man fascinated me. One year later, I became what he was - the Vampyre. My soul seemed set free and I explored the European continent, looking for my true calling. Everything was more exotic, more fulfilling.
I went back to Lucca and found my small sweet Luisa, older - married and in 1858, he had a son. He was my heart, for he looked just like Rolende. I did everything in my power to get him travel with me, if not as a Vampyre, as a gypsy... but he had to be a musician. My brother encouraged him and backed him financially. At first, I went to all of the Operas he wrote... the beauty made me cry. Then, I could no longer go. A hate, a resentment started to build in my heart and I never went to another of his shows... To this day, when I hear his work - I go berserk - For I can see him, sitting there looking just like my sweet Rolende - growing older - getting sicker. Then he died.
I decided to come to this land - America, in 1987.. and lived in a small area of a place called New York. I worked with a very nice gentleman (though he hates to be called so)- Mr. Wolfe of the Vampyre ilk - Ventrue, I believe. He taught me to know guns and such, set up connections (strange men from my home of Italy -they wore black silk Armani suits), showed me the ins and outs of trading and business. Now I have all the money I need. I am an arms dealer for the American breeds of my kind. I am currently living in a small but technologically advanced area of the Southern Part of the America. My learned disciplines [chimmerstry] really help in a place like this... This America breed is far too violent. My hardest to learn is English.. Very difficult language. Oh, I also forgot to say that I read fortunes for the mortals who totally accept me as one of them. After an unfortunate explosion at my shop last year, I now have a small, but mobile shop simply known as "Mama Rosa Sees All". It is truly eerie just how true that statement is. If you see my shop... drop in - maybe we can do business.
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