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- Author: Adam Floyd Jan 17, 2018,
Jan 17, 2018, 7:04
TW : murder, death
The modern century finds her delving back to the name she first started with: Georgette. For a change in scenery she sets her roots in New York City, wealthy heiress to old money and a family that has long invested in the arts. And while the modern world of science and medicine has long been the go of the beautiful practice of bloodletting, it still has fair share of the lonely, wealthy, and just longing for company in their dying days.
When the Plague first makes its mark on history, Georgette Rosier is the youngest daughter of a small family in Paris struggling to get by. When the plague runs too close to them for comfort, they send their away to be raised by a convent in the countryside - to have at least one of their beloved children sequestered away from the plague is one less worry off their shoulders when people around them are dying left and right.
They send letters for a little bit, until they suddenly stop.
Little Georgette does not hear from them again.
At the convent she becomes immersed in healing, scripture, art, and nature. She flourishes there for a little while, learning at her little oasis of a convent that miraculously escaped the brunt of the Plague. She learns about the various herbs and home remedies from the gift of the Earth, becomes entranced by the artwork and sculptures that scatter the convent's grounds, finds a sense of solace in the chapels, sheltered from the worst of the plague that blanketed itself across Europe . Later she knows that it was devastating, but it is not until later that she fully understands just how devastating.
They call her brave and compassionate. That catches the attention of what she later learns to be a vampire. (When she starts to show the signs of infection, she says she's too courageous and beautiful to die at the hands of mere disease, bites her and takes her away to Paris where she learns curb the hunger, handle the newfound strength not seen in a simple woman.)
She finds Paris to be a burgeoning epicenter of culture and art and death. When the man who gave her a new life and resistance to the plague moves on, she decides to stay in Paris - becomes sacrificing and beautiful plague maiden to help the sick - she at first only helps the poor, but even the rich can not escape the plague, and that is where she finds a blossoming fascination. (Do not save the rich, she decides.) Comfort them, ease their passing and when they've all fallen to an unavoidable death, save the art . She is a very pretty woman, but she is not a woman, but she is a woman, she is a woman. They call her lucky in her survival, she gives credit to her surviving the plague once before, says she bathes in a mixture of aromatic oils that later becomes known as thieves oil .
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Time finds her back in France, the Camille Rosier, an heiress to an estate of wealth and money that she built up herself over the decades. With a meager fortune she built up in Italy, she starts off as a healer to the rich and noble, gains her favors and eventually, she has a title of her own. The art she's saved homes on the walls of her estate. She is a beautiful young woman with a healthy and flourishing estate, and the life would have it, has a line of suitors all vying for her hand and fortune.
But, strangely tragedy seems to follow her again - suitor after suitor dying off varying degrees of sickness, despite her best efforts in trying to save them. (Bloodletting, she finds, is a rather useless remedy. But who are they to know better on how well she dines?) How unfortunate when those poor souls trust a beautiful healer who made them at home in their lives, their fortunes, placing their lives in their hands when a little arsenic and lead poisoning brings them chills that make them nervous for their health. (Heal them up, fix them, top off the healing with a little blood letting to, Äòget the last of the sickness out of them, when they pass out, don,Äôt bandage the wounds.) < / p>
What a tragedy, they say, that a young woman of her station and beauty has lost love in suitor after suitor (and gained so much to her estates); how truly unfortunate.
When she nobility begins to become a little too thin and she tires of their company, she closes up her estate, leaves her art collection in safe keeping, and the heiress takes a trip abroad, overseas; she needs time to grieve , she says.
After her fill of dust and grime, she promises herself to a naive fool, and oh how tragic it is when she disappears one night on the long caravan back East. She ditches the name of Violette and returns to an eastern seaboard swept with industrial revolution and takes up the mantel Beatrice, the descendent of Camille Rosier, once again an heiress and a fortune multiplied.
She returns to France when the air gets too filthy amongst the factories, and settles back into the comfort of her estate and private collection of art. She finds herself in Paris again, working in the Louvre when she wars, and she draws back to her time as a magpie , a savior of art because monster t deserve the works of her dear friends from times long past. She takes part in the emptying of museums, hides away the precious works to ensure their safety, steals back from the ones who steal for him .
Some of those she keeps, and over the years when she feels sentimental or thinks the artists community is stagnating, casually lets new pieces be found in dark corners of the archives, lets pieces be found in the attics of the lonely, recently dead. When she plants in the homes of the lonely, dead, rich she makes a trade for her troubles.
The modern century finds her delving back to the name she first started with: Georgette . For a change in scenery she sets her roots in New York City, wealthy heiress to old money and a family that has long invested in the arts. And while the modern world of science and medicine has long been the go of the lovely practice of bloodletting, it still has fair share of the lonely, wealthy, and just longing for company in their dying days. Deborair, Calculating, Discreet, Fair, Resilient
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