Nicknames: 'Long Rose'
Birthdate: 12 April 1857
Current Age: 32
Occupation: Cathouse Madam and Business Woman
Reputation:3 - Runs a 'Music Hall' and gentlemans retreat which everyone of a certain station knows is a cover for prostitution
Residence: London
Hogwarts House: Illvermorny, Thunderbird
Wand: Rowan wood, Fox fur, 9inches, whippy
Blood Status: halfblood
Social Class: WC
Family: Johnathon Temple - Father
Catherine Temple - Mother -deceased
Francis Castellan - Husband - possibly deceased
Agnes Castellan- Daughters - deceased
Appearance: Very short, incredibly diminutive - like 4ft 9in short – its where her ironic nickname came from. She is slim figured but curvaceous in all the right places (i.e boobs and hips). She however, carries herself with an authorative air and a sensuous aspect. Rose has long blonde hair, blue eyes and uses her right hand. She wears bold, ostentatious and bright garments.
History: Catherine Margaret Castellan was born to Johnathon and Catherine Temple on a wet April morning in Baltimore, their only daughter of a rich merchant, Catherine could have otherwise expected to live a pleasant and charmed life.
She showed magic and was duly dispatched to Illvermorny where she was sorted into thunderbird. It is here she meets Francis Castellan, the son of a butcher and two years older than her. He is a boy in her own house with whom she is quickly enamoured. This childish affection blossoms over the years into a real love (at least she thinks it is). As soon as he leaves school the pair ‘elope’. He becomes a healer, and she his loving wife, although the marriage is never official, they simple tell everyone they are married and start shacking up.
However, disownment from her family and the loss of her creature comforts isn’t all it was cracked up to be and Catherine is soon miserable, broke and pregnant. To add to her misery, her husband is sleeping with ever trollop in town, as well as half of his patients. When she miscarries late in pregnancy it’s the straw that breaks the camels back. She buries her daughter, sells everything she and her husband own together to people with less than stellar reputations and so they don't ask too many questions of the woman who is selling her 'fathers' medical equipment. She takes every penny the sale generates and she buys her way onto the first portkey to England.
There she uses the money to open a ‘Music Hall’ – in the first instance she meant for it to be a legit music room, but she couldn’t afford very good wages for the musicians so they were not very good and many ‘privately entertained’ patrons to make a little extra -the rest as they say is history. The building has residential rooms to rent, usually for dissolute young men who spend their days drinking with the girls. The girls who work for her are expected to at least pretend to sing or dance (skill is irrelevant) but most do want to work in more legitimate performing venues, although all make their real money with their other skills. To maintain the façade the girls are referred to as the ‘corp de musique’ as though they are a ballet troupe, and one girl is referred to as the prima donna, usually whoever is least terrible at singing, or whoever makes the most money. They are provided with room, board, and protection, which they wouldn’t have on the streets. Rose is notoriously protective of her girls and is very quick with curses for anyone who violates the protection of her business.
The hall employs exclusively magical performers, but does have an entrance in both wizarding and magical London. Magic is forbidden on the floor but the drinks served to muggle patrons are slightly laced with a mild aphrodisiac, and all of the cheaper drinks are similarly laced. Magical patrons know this, and it is on the menu as such, their choice is to spend a lot and not buy the aphrodisiac, or cheap out and spend more on the girls because they fancy themselves in love.
The club is one of Londons worst kept secrets, everyone knows what it is, but no one is crude enough to acknowledge it, at least not openly. Lots of young men will spend bawdy evenings here drinking, playing cards, and listening to terrible music in the company of beautiful women – what they choose to do in the privacy of the girls bedrooms and how they compensate them….well that’s none of anyone business.
Rose, herself, has never slept with a man for money, she is rather proud of that – and weirdly snobby about it.
Personality: Survivor ~ Strong willed ~ Resiliant ~ Protective ~ Mother Hen ~ Wordly
Other: She genuinly isn't sure if her husband is dead or alive -she hopes for the former.
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