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[b]Rose Anna Thatch[/b] aka [b] Rosie, Poppy[/b]

[b]Female[/b]

[b]16[/b]

[b]Rogue[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] Rose prefers to keep herself mysterious. She hardly ever speaks unless spoken to or if she feels she has something especially important to say. And when she does speak it is often in a sarcastic tone. Though she comes off emotionless at times, she can be very funny and relatable. She internalizes most of her thoughts and emotions, but showing hope and calm in dire situations. If she does find the extra time, she is usually spending it studying. She enjoys quiet meditation and is very secretive about her past. Serious and cautious to trust others, she keeps a cool head in order to make decisions with her mind and not emotions. She holds grudges easily and loses her temper in rare occasions, and when she does get close to others, she is loyal and will defend them to the end, risking her own life to protect. In her mind, things tend to be very black and white, and why get upset over things you can’t change? She can come across callous, but cares and speaks to others as if trivial things don’t matter in order to convince herself they don’t.

[b]Short History:[/b] Rosie Thatch’s mother died during childbirth, leaving her father a broken man, despite now having a lovely little daughter. He had a gambling and drinking issue prior to the birth, but after losing his wife, he spiraled into depression. He left his daughter with his mother, not able to care for an infant in his condition. He eventually got in too deep, whacked by some men he shouldn’t have borrowed from, a night when he was stumbling drunk for the local bar. Rosie was aware of all this, as her grandmother would often complain that it was Rosie’s fault her son was this way. It was Rosie’s fault her mother died. Rose, instead of acting out, drew into herself and became quiet. Her grandmother tried to use violence against her almost every day, but Rose was too quick for her. She also developed a drug habit around the age of 12, finding which ones cleared her mind to allow meditation and peace for her. She never got caught, again using her wits and stealth to escape. She’s very sneaky without being proud of it. If you asked her class, even the students she’s been in school with since elementary school who she was as a teen, they would ask “Who?” or maybe say “Oh the quiet red head?” at best. She has trouble making friends but enjoys social company on the rare occasion. At least it would be a break from her grandmother.

[b]Abilities:[/b] - 

[b]Other:[/b] Bards aren’t combatants

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