08-04-2018, 12:13 AM (Edited 08-04-2018, 12:20 PM by Rosie..)
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HISTORY
Rosie was born as the Cipactli, an Aztec monster to which the World was supposedly created from. The first Cipactli was actually her father, the second her mother. He died when the gods Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl caught him, and so he became the world (supposedly, she had a feeling they just killed him and took credit for the world). Rosie was made not long after, and was hence abandoned by her mother. A millenia and a half passed before she was stripped of her birth form, given instead the power to control her body's form. How it looked, aged, anything she wished.
She spent the years learning, and running. Even after the Aztecs fell, their deities remained, she'd assumed her mother dead already. They did not want a Cipactli ruining the world. She went from one form to the next, human, animal, insect, mythical. Anything to get away, to hide.
She survived like this for years, never able to fully settle, sometimes she was lucky to get a year with whoever she found in companionship. So many civilizations rose and fell, sometimes with her as the cause, or trapped in the fray. She lost many companions this way, none possessing her immortality.
From these times did her lost children rise. She tried and tried to have at least a small family, to give them something better than she had. None were able to survive the infection inside her uterus. She didn't even know it existed, since she didn't want to leave any traces where she went. So with every child lost, her soul fractured just a bit more, her view on the world darkened like someone slowly but sharply shutting blinds.
She hated running, living in her cowardly state. No one could truly face a god, just as no one could truly face her. For them to face eachother, perhaps it was possible for her to win, just as they had won against her father and mother.