Imogen Rose
Mariangela Demurtas
Mariangela Demurtas as Imogen Yalena Rose
Full Name: Imogen Yalena Rose
Byname: None
Age: 25
Planet: The Ring at Occulus
Paramount: Orelle
House: Lucian
Title/Profession: None
Position: Criminal/Citizen
Spouse: Hah. No. Height: 5'6"
Father: Varius Rose Weight: 112
Mother: Madeleine Rose Hair Color: Black
Siblings: None Eye Color: Brown
Children: Hah. No. Science!

Once Upon a Time

Born to a pair of poor, immigrant parents from Mare Maris, Imoven was moved to the Ring at Occulus at the tender age of three. Her parents, her father an aqueduct worker and her mother a seamstress, scrabbled together what they could for a troubled, penny-pinching life in the Oubliette. Her mother, Madeleine, was dutiful, walking Imogen daily to and from her private schooling that sucked up much of their resources, did so in hopes that their daughter could have opportunities that her parents did not. A pretty, bright eyes girl with bouncing tails and wide, chocolate brown eyes, she was well liked, even popular, at the uniformed school for girls until the age of competition began. She was teased and shunned for being poor, mistreated by other prettier girls for her looks and whatever attentions she gained. As a result, Imogen retreated into her books and her love of mathematics and science and disappeared into the stairwells to avoid their mistreatment.

As the years progressed, Imogen receded into herself until she was accepted to Academ on scholarship at the age of eighteen, majoring in Pharmaceutical Chemistry, a joint medical-scientific posting. Despite the rather nerdy school of study, her world exploded. She made friends, attended parties, enjoyed the company of the same and opposite sex, study groups, and a whole world of people accepting her on her scholarship run. She used her knowledge of chemistry for fun, making special drinks and other fun party concoctions to add to their mixed drinks. For a year, life was grand until the call came in that her parents had perished in a home invasion attempt at the Oubliette at the Ring. Less than two weeks later, she began to experience fatigue and was diagnosed with Atherosclerosis, a potentially terminal condition when doubled with the findings that due to a genetic rarity only a 20% chance of survival of any implant or cybernetic replacement was revealed to her. She was destroyed. She would have to fight the disease, keep her heart healthy…and then roll the dice on the surgery table. She was dying, and per the doctors would likely not see her fortieth birthday without a need for surgery. The counting down of the days terrifies her.

Imogen's heart turned to stone. Her studies suffered, her scholarship fell apart, and by the age of 20 was struggling to keep her bills in place. Steady exercise would prolong her life, keeping her heart moving and failing to stiffen as the years passed. The idea hit her that she could make Red Eye and sell it to the other college kids for the extra expenses. Late nights, in the labs, she began to cook up the drugs and sell them at clubs and for some time, the extra money put her ahead. The luster of Academ failed her and she withdrew in her third year, moving back to the Ring with her own collection of chemical equipment. Putting together a rather pure strain of Red Eye, the cash began to roll in and she attracted the attention of LucCorp…

Three years have passed, and since then Imogen has taken control of her life. She has money, comfort, power and respect as a key drug-producing agent into the criminal underworld. Adding control measures to the product to ensure consistency and personally touring and managing one primary distribution center, her cold, dying world has taken her to a world of comfort that she never would have gained as a lab worker. She is a viper, a criminal, and is flying high on the skies of her dying body with what time she has left to her. Her three years have taught her how to sell, how to kill, and how to live again. Between then and now, she aims to become LucCorp's key drug mastermind, expand her empire beneath them, and burn out beautiful before succumbing to a slow, helpless death.


Imogen, in all of her forms

The Hard Truths

  • Emotional Baroness: Imogen's current state of being is a dying one, which has turned her heart ironically to stone. With everything she sees under a certain filter of decay, she has a hard time connecting with others. She can be sweet, she can fit in normally in any situation, but deep beneath the surface is a hardened Elsabet Bathory of a Baroness, sneering somewhere from her throne as she watches the masses take things for granted that she'll never have…a life without decay.
  • Night Owl: Having shrugged off the need for a day job, Imogen normally adjusts her movements to the nighttime hours where her clients, her coworkers, and the fuel of her preferred drug industry thrives. In the light, everything is far brighter and clearer. She prefers the nighttime hours, where long shadows are cast by neon lights leaving just enough contrast over everything to seem more halogen lit in the midnight air. She is a criminal, a social vampire, a creature of the night.
  • Expensive Taste: What money she's afforded from being a working, managing part of the drug industry has set a standard for her. She's terminally ill, young, and beautiful. Why should she settle for less than the healthiest food, the finest silks, and the things that make her feel like she's burning out brightly rather than fading away? She's no peasant. She'll never die one, if she has any say in it.
  • Terminally Ill: Imogen is in the process of watching the sands filter down through the hourglass. She knows she has less than fifteen years left until she has to risk a heart replacement, and due to a genetic rarity there's an 80 percent chance that her body will reject the implant and/or cybernetics. It…changes her morale. It changes her ethics. Everyone knows their lives are temporary, but Imogen has a number attached to it.


Imogen Put to Song

  • Concrete Blonde - "Tomorrow, Wendy"

I told the priest, Don't count on any second coming
God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming
He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us
No, I don't wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get us

  • Marilyn Manson - "Tainted Love(Cover)"

You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
I'm sorry I don't pray that way

  • Skid Row - "Slave to the Grind"

The noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause
I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind

  • David Draiman w/ Johnathan Davis - "Forsaken"

I hear it fading
I can’t speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding
Always winding
Take my hand
Now be alive

  • The Cure - "Want"

But however hard I want
I know deep down inside
I'll never really get more hope
Or any more time

  • Tapping the Vein - "Razor Blades"

I, I could run away
I can feel it
I feel that day coming

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