Rhowna

By day, Rhowna keeps things tidy at a family-owned, long-standing funeral home. Pressing collars, touching up makeup, and arranging flowers for the freshly departed. The place smells of lilies, lavender, and just a hint of formaldehyde. She answers the phone, gives polite nods to grieving guests, and signs her name on death certificates as “assistant mortician.”

By night, she streams from the embalming room. It’s quiet. Private. Cozy in its own morbid way.

Her "father" - the mortician - has been "overseas on extended bereavement leave" for years now. No one’s seen him. No one dares ask. Rhowna just smiles when questioned, her teeth a little too perfect. There’s a rumor she buried him herself. She doesn’t confirm it. She doesn’t deny it.

Though she looks like your average pale girl with a penchant for Eminem and horror stories, and Rhowna is, quite literally, undead. A ghoul, cursed or preserved depending on who you ask. She doesn’t feast on flesh for fun; she needs it to keep up her human appearance. She looks human enough; so long she snacks on human flesh. Without regular intake, her skin starts to cool, her eyes lose focus, and the faintest scent of wilted funeral flowers set in.

Despite her condition, Rhowna is charmingly human. When Rhowna was alive, she was just like any hopeless romantic: swooning over fictional men, filling notebooks/sketchbooks with doodles and fanfics, longing for a love story as perfect as her favorite ships. But reality was never as sweet. She craved a forever love so desperately that she made a pact to be loved eternally that extend after death, but the deal went wrong. Instead of eternal romance, she was cursed with eternal hunger… for more than just affection.

Rhowna still swoons over fictional men - but the living? They’d better be polite. She’ll protect her sweethearts forever… and consume the rude without mercy.

Her preferred diet includes:

🥩 Beef tataki; delicate, rich, and still warm in the center

🥧 Homemade meat pies; crusted perfection with a red center

🍖 Beef jerky & aged salami; great for long shifts with the dearly departed

💊 Essence capsules; discreet, fast-acting, and totally FDA-unapproved

She doesn’t need much. Just enough. Like a flower vase that needs water.

Who says immortality has to be simple?