Name: Rose Storm
Alias: Red.
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality: To her friends Rose a Storm is mostly laid back with a joking demeanor, with strangers she's cordial, but breif, and to her enemies... Well most of her enemies are dead. Rose is a very adventurous soul, she will find and seek out dangerous bounties just for the fun of it, she loves the feel and rush of danger and the excitement of the life she leads. If you were to speak to her in normal conversation you would say that she's a happy, fun loving person.
But as soon as she hits the battlefield she becomes as savage and angry as the demons she fights, and it shows in her fighting style, a mixture of small arms fire and mele combat (mostly leaning towards mele)
Weapons:
Rebellion: Double Handed broadsword she usualy wears across her back. It has some slots for crystals (currently empty) and it has a matching bracelet. The spells on both the bracelet make it so that the sword will always find its way back to whomever is wearing the bracelet more like a missile and a homing beacon than a magnet.
Ivory & Ebony: her matching pistols. One is black and one is white. (You can probably figure out which is which.)
The Iron fist: A large red gauntlet that she usually wears into battle. It comes up all the way to her elbow and has a slot for crystals (empty at the beginning) the spell woven into it makes the gauntlet push back anything that the user punches it with with more force, causing the punches to be stronger.
Magic: She has skill and practice in the inscribed magic that has been described inside her weapons, and she can cast the rudimentary elemental spells with crystals.
History: Rose is from one of the many over crowded orphanages in the Capital. She was used for free labor in order to fix and keep maintenance on the many things that broke In the Capitol. People also looked down and sometimes even hated her and her fellow orphans because of the strain they put on the Capitol's resources. Some said that they should use them as bait to lure the demons away from the small towns being attacked outside the Capital. when she turned twelve she had grown enough to realize that she'd had enough of the hate and spite, so she ran away. She was alone and fending for herself for about a day when she realized that maybe there were things worse than the Orphanage, but she had to much pride to go back. She stole food from the markets to get by, running and weaving through the massive crowds to get away from the police. One day though, she was caught. and as the police were literally dragging her away, a woman ran up, distraught, picking Her up out of the police's grasp and hugging her tight.
"Oh, my baby! When I said we needed to get more food, I didn't mean to steal it!"
Rose was still trying to figure out who this woman was and why she was hugging her, when the woman turned to the police, thanking them for catching her and promising them it would never happen again, and saying what a horrible parent she was. The police grudgingly let Rose go on the condition that if she were caught again, there would be absolutely no mercy.
As the police walked away and Rose was able to get a look at the woman she saw her ginning at the police man's back.
"Idiots."
The woman then proceeded to tell Rose that she was a bounty hunter and that her name was Araby Storm, and that she was in need of an assistant. someone to clean her weapons and tidy her bags, things of that nature. She also told Rose that if she took Araby up on her offer, that she would be outside the Capitol, possibly in danger every second of the way. Rose excitedly agreed and that was that. Rose left with Araby the next day to go outside the walls. For the next few years Rose kept up with her benefactors weapons and equipment, always making sure that everything was as precise as could be. When she showed interest not to long after that, she learned the tricks of the trade from Araby, learning how to fight, walk, see, and even think as a Warrior.
And soon after that, Rose was taking on her own Bounties, fighting right beside her mentor. It was her dream come true... until the accident.
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