Post by Jay on Oct 19, 2021 2:10:15 GMT
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MEANING: French; a tropical plant, Hibiscus sabdariffa
NICKNAMES: Rose (alias)
AGE: 3 years
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
AFFILIATION: N/A
RANK: Loner
Roselle possesses a type of self-awareness that makes her an incredibly crafty, confident, cruel individual. Analytical eyes are aware of every nuance in her surroundings and a self-serving agenda craves to warp the advantages to its will. Extensive planning and decision-making capabilities result in her cunning; the sharpness of her features isn’t just superficial as they allude to a much deeper ferocity. A wily silver-tongue aids in her mischievous endeavors; deep intuition primed to identify the chinks in polished armor. The art of strategizing has taught her to respect a certain level of creativity in furthering a goal, and she certainly is no fair player. Her lack of ethical restraint shows the extent of her egotism and she proudly flaunts it. Such confidence is far from baseless as it stems from her wealth of experience. A servant of virtue and vice, Rose lacks a knack for a “morally driven” lifestyle. She thinks in black and white which may lead her to make extremist decisions, bored easily with what she has, always hunting for what is missing. She seeks change in chaos, once raised in a stagnant world. Veering off the beaten path she forges her own, steely in spirit with no less a desire to win. The premise of self-actualization guides her forward, above the fear of retribution and a frightening absence of remorse. Destruction and creation go hand in hand, so to such lengths, she will emerge a savage force.
A ship with no anchor, she harbors fleeting feelings of loyalty, her ability to form permanent attachments stunted, unfulfilled by commitment. She comes and goes out of necessity or simply as she pleases, fearing only the tedium satisfaction or a “perfect society” will bring. She has a blatant disregard for authority, criticizes social orders, and disrupts moral principles. Driven by the concept of individualism, she asserts the idea that it’s every individual’s birthright to arbitrate their life without authoritative or religious intervention. Influenced by the laissez-faire mentality, she seeks to uproot oppressive control through revolutionary measures. She fully believes law and divinity are arbitrary and serves only to infringe on personal freedom. Ego is indispensable to Roselle, and she will advocate for autonomy despite what standards a specific society pushes. However anarchic her urges may be, though, she can resort to being a mere spectator for her own entertainment. As avid a shit stirrer she may be, she isn’t all frontline action, just as content with operating behind the scenes; capable of being just as quiet as she can be loud. Yet, she has learned through a nihilistic lens to appreciate the tenacity of others who defend their own beliefs. In that, she can see value.
There is not much to glean beyond the superficial motives and thoughts masking her true hedonistic nature and sinister strength. Her goals may be flimsy but a dispassionate heart and conceit lend to stubborn self-reliance, though ultimately it keeps her judgment clear from suggestion. Not one to be swayed by sentiments, the discrepancy between her heart and mind has enabled her to shape her emotions to the situation to maintain a veil of authenticity, or to blend into the environment. Rose can be surprisingly pleasant company and an even keener conversationalist. She shares the peripheries of her private life to create a pretense of trust should she consider it relative to her interests, or to relieve boredom. Not one to overlook an opportunity, she indulges in simple pastimes, finding pleasure in gossip, repartee, and vanity — however deep philosophical topics can have her equally captivated. She may not prefer long-term companionship but that doesn’t hinder her from basking in the presence of her allies, and she goes as far as to seek controversy and match wits with like-minded individuals when the time allows. Roselle has learned how to adapt and such an ability in social situations is her greatest weapon, because it has permitted her to move both strategically and blithely through life, and is devoid of a rhyme or reason to weave an entirely new narrative.
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SCENT: Woodsy; dry leaves, and crisp; mist or a freshwater river.
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BASICS
FULL NAME: RoselleMEANING: French; a tropical plant, Hibiscus sabdariffa
NICKNAMES: Rose (alias)
AGE: 3 years
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
AFFILIATION: N/A
RANK: Loner
APPEARANCE
Roselle is a genetically gifted woman graced with a lot of muscle and fat but not so much that it makes her out to be unshapely. Dense, extensive legs add height to her frame and conduct fluid, confident movement. She has unusually large paws that may seem clunky to the average canine, adorned with long black claws kept well filed. Her body is extremely compact as fat collects around her lower body, giving her a slight stomach pooch and heftier thighs; her flattering silhouette suggesting an impression of vast strength. A long, sloping snout sheathe powerful teeth and fluffy ears crown her large head. Slanted, half-lidded eyes complement her circular face and sit on high cheekbones, colored a warm caramel. Rose’s color palette is pleasant to the eye, consisting of soft autumnal oranges, contrasting ochre and purplish browns, and rosy tans with a lighter underside. Her fur is long and thick, usually unkempt but always clean.- HEALTH: Alive, perhaps a tad too healthy
- HEIGHT: 36 in (91 cm)
- WEIGHT: 160 lb (72 kg)
PERSONALITY
Roselle is a woman who wields no one’s will. Without a heritage to be proud of, a legacy to pass on, or fame to chase, her ruling policy is to preserve what gratifies her. A master in her own right, she thrives in a chaotic social sphere where she considers all to be equal. Numb to the concepts of self-discipline and honor, she bases her decisions on a lust for luxury—sheer whims and desires—a passion steeped in absolute self-fulfillment; thus, has birthed an intolerance for what fails to bring her immediate satisfaction. Before she shows interest she is apt to show indifference, offering it to everyone in equal measure. There is a looming, dark, complacent air about her, yet despite what may be assumed, Rose is a gregarious beast, one who prefers anonymity. She panders to triviality and drivel, delighting in the little details that lead her to relish primitive pleasures, inclined to both share them with and obtain them from others. She cultivates a larger-than-life image through her theatrical exterior and eccentric, albeit introverted, behavior, having become disinterested in conventional social graces. Nevertheless, her inherently shy nature should never leave her capacity for iniquity to go unchecked.Roselle possesses a type of self-awareness that makes her an incredibly crafty, confident, cruel individual. Analytical eyes are aware of every nuance in her surroundings and a self-serving agenda craves to warp the advantages to its will. Extensive planning and decision-making capabilities result in her cunning; the sharpness of her features isn’t just superficial as they allude to a much deeper ferocity. A wily silver-tongue aids in her mischievous endeavors; deep intuition primed to identify the chinks in polished armor. The art of strategizing has taught her to respect a certain level of creativity in furthering a goal, and she certainly is no fair player. Her lack of ethical restraint shows the extent of her egotism and she proudly flaunts it. Such confidence is far from baseless as it stems from her wealth of experience. A servant of virtue and vice, Rose lacks a knack for a “morally driven” lifestyle. She thinks in black and white which may lead her to make extremist decisions, bored easily with what she has, always hunting for what is missing. She seeks change in chaos, once raised in a stagnant world. Veering off the beaten path she forges her own, steely in spirit with no less a desire to win. The premise of self-actualization guides her forward, above the fear of retribution and a frightening absence of remorse. Destruction and creation go hand in hand, so to such lengths, she will emerge a savage force.
A ship with no anchor, she harbors fleeting feelings of loyalty, her ability to form permanent attachments stunted, unfulfilled by commitment. She comes and goes out of necessity or simply as she pleases, fearing only the tedium satisfaction or a “perfect society” will bring. She has a blatant disregard for authority, criticizes social orders, and disrupts moral principles. Driven by the concept of individualism, she asserts the idea that it’s every individual’s birthright to arbitrate their life without authoritative or religious intervention. Influenced by the laissez-faire mentality, she seeks to uproot oppressive control through revolutionary measures. She fully believes law and divinity are arbitrary and serves only to infringe on personal freedom. Ego is indispensable to Roselle, and she will advocate for autonomy despite what standards a specific society pushes. However anarchic her urges may be, though, she can resort to being a mere spectator for her own entertainment. As avid a shit stirrer she may be, she isn’t all frontline action, just as content with operating behind the scenes; capable of being just as quiet as she can be loud. Yet, she has learned through a nihilistic lens to appreciate the tenacity of others who defend their own beliefs. In that, she can see value.
There is not much to glean beyond the superficial motives and thoughts masking her true hedonistic nature and sinister strength. Her goals may be flimsy but a dispassionate heart and conceit lend to stubborn self-reliance, though ultimately it keeps her judgment clear from suggestion. Not one to be swayed by sentiments, the discrepancy between her heart and mind has enabled her to shape her emotions to the situation to maintain a veil of authenticity, or to blend into the environment. Rose can be surprisingly pleasant company and an even keener conversationalist. She shares the peripheries of her private life to create a pretense of trust should she consider it relative to her interests, or to relieve boredom. Not one to overlook an opportunity, she indulges in simple pastimes, finding pleasure in gossip, repartee, and vanity — however deep philosophical topics can have her equally captivated. She may not prefer long-term companionship but that doesn’t hinder her from basking in the presence of her allies, and she goes as far as to seek controversy and match wits with like-minded individuals when the time allows. Roselle has learned how to adapt and such an ability in social situations is her greatest weapon, because it has permitted her to move both strategically and blithely through life, and is devoid of a rhyme or reason to weave an entirely new narrative.
- KEY TRAITS: Hedonistic, amoral, ingenious, anarchic, dispassionate, versatile
- ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil
- MBTI: INTP
- LIKES: Drama, challenges, doing shit her way, potential/strength of others, a gratifying brawl, honing her skills and tactics, autumn, idle chit-chat
- DISLIKES: Dirty fur, little effort, being told how to live, going down without a fight, people getting in her way, submission, indecisiveness, boredom, sticklers of any kind
STRENGTHS LUXURY IN SIMPLICITY: Roselle's mental acuity may be in vain at times because masked behind her essence of ingenuity is simplicity itself. She is a simple creature who does not need much to be happy and flourish. She seeks only the bare minimum to keep her belly and muscles full. By keeping her agenda flexible she leaves much more room to indulge in gratifying interests. She lives an undemanding, free lifestyle unhindered by personal or societal limits and is constantly on the move, never leaving any traces of her presence or preference behind. YIN AND YANG: Rose has a yin and yang philosophy, where she believes all things exist as inseparable, contradictory opposites. This mostly applies to her opinion on morality, where the concept of good and evil has no true meaning. In her eyes, one ideal cannot prevail without its antitheses; they must coexist equally for balance to prosper. Should people live solely in the dark or light there would be little value in individual action; there is no merit or mirth in monotony, leading her to disbelieve in a "perfect society," authority, and the concept of villainy or heroism. Rose can find peace in the still moments but also in the thrill of battle where glimpses of her true self may shine. She views life and death through the same black and white lens, where her peers’ life and death can mean both nothing and everything to her, as do her own, which may lead her to make unpredictable or even uncharacteristic decisions on a whim. BELIEF IN INDIVIDUALISM: Roselle is intrinsically unable to bear a grudge or harbor resentment toward any one individual as a result of their wrongdoings. No amount of commentary, disloyalty, or folly can bring her to anger because she is of the belief that not a single soul owes her anything. From personal experience as a noncommittal spirit, she expects abandonment and betrayal from everyone. Rose can be very tolerant and uncritical of others in this respect; she values freedom of action as she navigates the social maze with the preconception that everyone is unique and self-reliant but bound by the same self-serving interests. She recognizes everyone has faults and flairs, biases and purposes, so she doesn’t underestimate anyone as a result. People are to live unfettered by authority and the feelings of others; act on their behalf to survive. She is content with being both the puppet and the puppeteer, pulling her strings and having them pulled as she plays her role. PHYSICAL ABILITY: Heavily built, Rose has a lot of weight to casually—or violently—throw around. Physical dexterity shines even when she is not dependent on sheer muscle. Aside from raw power, she displays incredible feats of agility and sure-footedness, enough to a point where some may consider her movements to be elegant. She is a bruiser; a powerhouse shaped perfectly to the mold of a warrior—one who is far from short on experience and one who has had their fair share of battles. Absolute motor control makes her all the more formidable. While not exceptionally fast, she excels in close-combat, utilizing her brawn to the fullest capacity. She never pulls her punches. | WEAKNESSES "THE STRONGEST" MENTALITY: Where her yin and yang philosophy can strengthen her character, it can also hinder it. As a survivalist who drifts through the ebb and flow of the wild, she abides by the mantra "the strong survive." If there is anything to pride herself on it is the absolute faith she has in her strength. A monolith that does not bend or crack easily, confidence surges through as naturally as blood through a beast's veins. She carries her mind and body with the type of sharpness typical of a predator aware of its power—one that knows it does not need to flaunt it. It is her own strength she is often blinded by and pride may be her ultimate undoing. She believes that raw ability in every form will forever prevail and that she is strong enough to determine her fate. BATTLE OF ATTRITION: Roselle may be a strongly built and hardwearing individual but she only has so much energy to expend. Her strength and endurance is not to be underestimated but if she were to be forced into a drawn-out battle of attrition, then gradually her precision and raw power will begin to wane. However, she has learned how to limit unnecessary movement when she grows tired, compensating for her weakening physical power by preserving her energy and attuning her mind to her opponent's moves in order to avoid further exhaustion. As much as she’s inclined to disprove it, she is a rather big, slow-moving target. OBSESSIVE: Coupled with violent and self-interest-driven tendencies, Rose's tunnel vision makes it nearly impossible to reason with or have sensible discussions on certain topics. She firmly believes in the strength of the mind and body but when all she can focus on is the goal ahead of her she is quick to resort to underhanded tactics and cruelty to succeed or remove those in her way. Rose is no stranger to playing dirty, stooping to any low as she deems necessary. She may not instinctively underestimate others but her all-consuming desire to reach a specific end can lead her to make grave errors along the way. PRIVATE: Roselle is an inherently private person despite the openness she may feign. She sheds very little to no light on her past or her true goals and intentions, preferring to shroud herself in mystery to evade identification. It is not that she fears relationships or intimacy, but she can only maximize its potential before she’s bored stiff. Rose knows not of many who would forsake their established life to create an entirely new one. Thus, she has gotten used to a rather lonely life, and building relationships has become a foreign thing that she is liable to sabotage. Nonetheless, she welcomes the company, but has no obligation or reason to share much about herself, nor reciprocate feelings should a poor fool admit them. |
RELATIONSHIPS
| encountered ● indifferent ● comfortable ● impressed by ● respect ● fond of ● attraction ● wary ● uneasy ● irritation ● miss ● | acquainted ●● curious ●● trust ●● admires ●● follow ●● friendship ●● crush ●● awkward ●● distrust ●● dislike ●● sorrow ●● | familiar ●●● sympathy ●●● bond ●●● aspires to be ●●● devoted to ●●● practically family ●●● love ●●● avoid ●●● fear ●●● hate ●●● grieving ●●● |
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- PARENTS: Arya (mother), Juneau (father)
- SIBLINGS: Fray (half sister), Kauli (sister), and Neliel (sister)
HISTORY
Roselle’s early life was quite forgettable. Her mother was incredibly weak, debilitated by her childbirth, and her father was absent completely. He abandoned his partner merely days before his children’s birth to move onto better pastures. Though he had not been a lone body traveling before his union with Arya, for his older daughter was never too far behind. He reluctantly tolerated her presence because she proved herself useful in the ways of providing food, and before his desertion he coerced her stay behind. She refused at first, but he was a cruel man, the sort to never hesitate to retaliate in violence to make a point. She relented.
Despite Fray’s tentative kindness, she had cold, impenetrable stone walls that surrounded her, never allowing anyone too close.
Roselle’s first taste of the unkind world was her mother’s favoritism. It was rare for Arya to pay Roselle much affection beyond the lukewarm glance. She defended her actions by asserting how since Rose was the oldest it was imperative for her to learn leadership and independence. While Rose was too young to question her mother’s mindset, Fray's critical eye wasn’t convinced by the young woman’s semblance. She could sense her contempt. She could recognize Arya’s bubbling resentment towards Roselle. Fray knew why — her younger sister was the spitting image of their father.
It was an easy task for Fray to tuck away her personal feelings but pity for the child blossomed. She was familiar with the feeling of being discarded. She cared little for how Arya parented her children, at first anyway. Fray recognized her scars, the ones that looked so similar to her own, given to them by the same person. But she could not bring herself to sympathize with her. Fray never admitted her true feelings but irritation towards Arya was present and it was what compelled her to dedicate her time to the child she inevitably abandoned.
The moment Fray began showing Roselle a lick of interest, she clung to her, gravitating towards her stone walls and wanted to break them. Fray was a frustrating intricate mystery box that yearned to be cracked open. But those walls were high. Despite her prying efforts, Fray’s defenses never faltered. It became a dangerous game as the two resolved their differences, anger, and boredom through the clashing of wits and teeth, pushing each other’s boundaries as they built a relationship that was as fragile as it was forgiving.
Roselle had no misconceptions about Fray. She was not a good person. A cunning, cocky, ill-mannered character was cleverly hidden behind a benign facade. Her walls cracked more as Rose inserted herself beyond Fray’s boundaries, despite how strongly she thwarted Rose’s presence from time to time. She saw a side to her that not her sisters nor even her mother saw.
All Fray ever saw herself as was a fickle recluse; a good-for-nothing in her father’s eyes, unwanted by a faceless mother. She had her walls broken down once by him. To have those same walls she worked so diligently to rebuild broken down again—by a fellow product of bad decisions and miscalculations, no less—frustrated Fray beyond comprehension… but enraptured her all the same.
After Roselle’s first birthday she and Fray began participating in perilous pastimes. Arya had fallen ill the past winter, becoming bound to their pitiful cave refuge. There was no knowing if she was aware of the sisters’ unusual, obsessive relationship, and no knowing whether or not she truly cared.
Rose’s rapport with her sisters was broken and unrequited. She wanted nothing to do with them, resentment having snuffed out any spark of potential for a positive relationship. But the younger sisters sought to mend what their mother broke. When Roselle became physical, Kauli withdrew, but Neliel was persistent, choosing to endure her sister’s aggression until it became habitual.
Neliel trespassed on Rose’s personal space, so she became a patsy of sorts; a scapegoat. Nel was far smaller than her sister so she never had the confidence to take an offensive stance against her. Kauli fought to end the needless violence but was a mere speck in comparison. But Nel refused to leave Rose alone, wanting nothing more than to make up for the time lost in their youth, so she tolerated her cruel treatment. She waited for as long as it took.
By the grace of Nel’s patience, Rose’s behavior did acclimate to her constant presence, yet never fundamentally changed. But there was enough of a change that her sister’s periodic absence merited Rose’s attention, even shreds of loneliness on days where her shadow vanished from her side for hours on end.
As the sisters aged, a restlessness brewed. Arya had become dead weight, completely incapacitated due to her illness, no longer able to provide. Kauli and Nel grew dependent on her as they continued to try and nurture her back into health, refusing to let her succumb. With Arya debilitated, Fray felt no longer an obligation to act as the well-behaved right hand she was forced into being. Her walls fell entirely.
The younger sisters’ codependency on their mother greatly irked Roselle and Fray. They were holding them back. Yet Fray’s impatient persuasion couldn’t bring Rose to abandon them. She pitied their inefficacy. Yet her body yearned for freedom and she knew in due time Fray would lose her composure completely.
All that was needed was a shared glance between the two to agree upon a decision that would actualize their feelings. The falling nightfall the pair slunk into the cave and in one swift, silent motion Fray snapped the woman’s neck, relieving her of her misery and untold mistakes.
Kauli was enraged as she lashed out with unparalleled fury. When she looked to Neliel for support, she could not meet her gaze. She was humiliated to have her best efforts to reconcile and atone for her mother’s mistakes betray her. She was ashamed; forced to decide between emotions—between sisters. Devastation and anger, and unconditional love. She could not bring herself to hatred, nor could she forgive Roselle—or herself.
Kauli was beyond reasoning. In her spite, she lunged for the sisters but was stopped by Neliel as she looked at her older sisters with a silent plea. Their intentions were clear: they were leaving. Killing Arya was the only way they could force Neliel and Kauli to realize their futile delusion. Stolidly Rose stared back. Not a word was needed for Nel to understand what her silence meant.
The four sisters left. Upon their departure, Rose anticipated she and Fray would travel together, but when Fray looked at her, she looked different. There was a disconcerting shift in her. She suddenly said she was going to track down and kill their father. Rose laughed but she never laughed along. The solemn glint in her dull eyes drew Rose to silence. It sickened her. What a waste. Rose had come to terms with the fact that their father brought them together. The thought of him separating them did all but settle right in her gut. Their opinions clashed but for once they didn’t resort to tooth and claw. Instead, they simply drifted apart, duty and ego dividing them. Neither bid farewell, because they knew it wouldn’t be the end.
Despite Fray’s tentative kindness, she had cold, impenetrable stone walls that surrounded her, never allowing anyone too close.
Roselle’s first taste of the unkind world was her mother’s favoritism. It was rare for Arya to pay Roselle much affection beyond the lukewarm glance. She defended her actions by asserting how since Rose was the oldest it was imperative for her to learn leadership and independence. While Rose was too young to question her mother’s mindset, Fray's critical eye wasn’t convinced by the young woman’s semblance. She could sense her contempt. She could recognize Arya’s bubbling resentment towards Roselle. Fray knew why — her younger sister was the spitting image of their father.
It was an easy task for Fray to tuck away her personal feelings but pity for the child blossomed. She was familiar with the feeling of being discarded. She cared little for how Arya parented her children, at first anyway. Fray recognized her scars, the ones that looked so similar to her own, given to them by the same person. But she could not bring herself to sympathize with her. Fray never admitted her true feelings but irritation towards Arya was present and it was what compelled her to dedicate her time to the child she inevitably abandoned.
The moment Fray began showing Roselle a lick of interest, she clung to her, gravitating towards her stone walls and wanted to break them. Fray was a frustrating intricate mystery box that yearned to be cracked open. But those walls were high. Despite her prying efforts, Fray’s defenses never faltered. It became a dangerous game as the two resolved their differences, anger, and boredom through the clashing of wits and teeth, pushing each other’s boundaries as they built a relationship that was as fragile as it was forgiving.
Roselle had no misconceptions about Fray. She was not a good person. A cunning, cocky, ill-mannered character was cleverly hidden behind a benign facade. Her walls cracked more as Rose inserted herself beyond Fray’s boundaries, despite how strongly she thwarted Rose’s presence from time to time. She saw a side to her that not her sisters nor even her mother saw.
All Fray ever saw herself as was a fickle recluse; a good-for-nothing in her father’s eyes, unwanted by a faceless mother. She had her walls broken down once by him. To have those same walls she worked so diligently to rebuild broken down again—by a fellow product of bad decisions and miscalculations, no less—frustrated Fray beyond comprehension… but enraptured her all the same.
After Roselle’s first birthday she and Fray began participating in perilous pastimes. Arya had fallen ill the past winter, becoming bound to their pitiful cave refuge. There was no knowing if she was aware of the sisters’ unusual, obsessive relationship, and no knowing whether or not she truly cared.
Rose’s rapport with her sisters was broken and unrequited. She wanted nothing to do with them, resentment having snuffed out any spark of potential for a positive relationship. But the younger sisters sought to mend what their mother broke. When Roselle became physical, Kauli withdrew, but Neliel was persistent, choosing to endure her sister’s aggression until it became habitual.
Neliel trespassed on Rose’s personal space, so she became a patsy of sorts; a scapegoat. Nel was far smaller than her sister so she never had the confidence to take an offensive stance against her. Kauli fought to end the needless violence but was a mere speck in comparison. But Nel refused to leave Rose alone, wanting nothing more than to make up for the time lost in their youth, so she tolerated her cruel treatment. She waited for as long as it took.
By the grace of Nel’s patience, Rose’s behavior did acclimate to her constant presence, yet never fundamentally changed. But there was enough of a change that her sister’s periodic absence merited Rose’s attention, even shreds of loneliness on days where her shadow vanished from her side for hours on end.
As the sisters aged, a restlessness brewed. Arya had become dead weight, completely incapacitated due to her illness, no longer able to provide. Kauli and Nel grew dependent on her as they continued to try and nurture her back into health, refusing to let her succumb. With Arya debilitated, Fray felt no longer an obligation to act as the well-behaved right hand she was forced into being. Her walls fell entirely.
The younger sisters’ codependency on their mother greatly irked Roselle and Fray. They were holding them back. Yet Fray’s impatient persuasion couldn’t bring Rose to abandon them. She pitied their inefficacy. Yet her body yearned for freedom and she knew in due time Fray would lose her composure completely.
All that was needed was a shared glance between the two to agree upon a decision that would actualize their feelings. The falling nightfall the pair slunk into the cave and in one swift, silent motion Fray snapped the woman’s neck, relieving her of her misery and untold mistakes.
Kauli was enraged as she lashed out with unparalleled fury. When she looked to Neliel for support, she could not meet her gaze. She was humiliated to have her best efforts to reconcile and atone for her mother’s mistakes betray her. She was ashamed; forced to decide between emotions—between sisters. Devastation and anger, and unconditional love. She could not bring herself to hatred, nor could she forgive Roselle—or herself.
Kauli was beyond reasoning. In her spite, she lunged for the sisters but was stopped by Neliel as she looked at her older sisters with a silent plea. Their intentions were clear: they were leaving. Killing Arya was the only way they could force Neliel and Kauli to realize their futile delusion. Stolidly Rose stared back. Not a word was needed for Nel to understand what her silence meant.
The four sisters left. Upon their departure, Rose anticipated she and Fray would travel together, but when Fray looked at her, she looked different. There was a disconcerting shift in her. She suddenly said she was going to track down and kill their father. Rose laughed but she never laughed along. The solemn glint in her dull eyes drew Rose to silence. It sickened her. What a waste. Rose had come to terms with the fact that their father brought them together. The thought of him separating them did all but settle right in her gut. Their opinions clashed but for once they didn’t resort to tooth and claw. Instead, they simply drifted apart, duty and ego dividing them. Neither bid farewell, because they knew it wouldn’t be the end.
- PREVIOUS AFFILIATIONS: Unnamed family pack
- PREVIOUS RANKS: N/A
MISC
VOICE: On the deeper, stronger end. Her voice is meant to be heard over a long distance but she rarely projects it with unnecessary force. Roselle talks with a calm, conversational tone and can be situationally expressive or impassive, with playful or monotone lilts.SCENT: Woodsy; dry leaves, and crisp; mist or a freshwater river.
