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[b]Name:[/b] [i]Roe Emlinel[/i]

[b]Age:[/b] [i]Appears mid to late twenties, but was born many many years ago.[/i]

[b]Gender:[/b] [i]Female[/i]

[b]Species:[/b] [i]Elf[/i]

[b]Sexual Preference:[/b] [i]Heterosexual[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] [i]Care free. Enjoys riddles and poems. Helpful. Patient. Free Spirited. Playful.[/i]

[b]Likes:[/b] 
[i]- Literature 
- Spring Weather
- Nature Studying
- Traveling
- Lilacs[/i]

[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[i]- Idiots
- Centaurs and other half beasts
- Impatient people
- Thunderstorms (She's afraid)
- Learning how to drive in the city[/i] 

[b]Biography:[/b] [i]"Come now Roe, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the yellow bird your family is named after." a young mother called to her child. The family had invited several guests over for dinner to celebrate a good harvest, and the good season for fishing. The family and several other elves had found their home next to the lakes and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Roe, sing!" her mother insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.

"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock
A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"

"ROE!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests. Roe giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." Roe gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Roe's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards their home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Roe into the house, beaten by system once again.

As Roe aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Roe, you need to mature just a little." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Roe smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her parents had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing a child, while child half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes." 

"Your father and I think it time you left our small town to find your soulmate." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of soul mate finding participation. Roe responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her desert sand shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that, my date is far from here." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.

A few years passed as Roe left her small town, and soulmate date became present. The name etched into her skin, faint but visible enough to be written in plenty of poems that the girl had scribbled in her notebooks through out the years. It wasn't until one day that she was traveling in the subway to her job that her wrist began to burn.[/i] 

[b]Occupation:[/b] [i]Florist[/i]

[b]Country of Origin:[/b] [i]United States[/i]

[b]Feelings About Meeting Their Soulmate:[/b] [i]Not entirely ready, but not unprepared. She feels that she has known them her entire life, despite not knowing anything about them in the slightest. Roe hopes that they would respect her culture and wants to explore what the world has to offer by her side. [/i]

[b]Soulmate:[/b] [i][/i]

[b]Other:[/b] [i]Prefers her tea with sugar, lemon, and lots of honey.[/i]