Roz stands at 5’1” in her heeled boots, her healthy figure most commonly adorned in button up tops and long skirts. Her frame is undeniably feminine, but it is apparent in her choice of modest clothing styles and colors that this is not a quality she would like to emphasize. Thick, dark auburn hair drapes beneath her ribcage, but it is frequently tied away or loosely braided. Her pale complexion is peppered in freckles, the marks most dense on the bridge of her sloped nose. They continue falling down her chest and are scattered about the rest of her upper half. Her lips are on the thinner side, but they seem to maintain a shade of wine-stained red.
Occupations:
Rosalyn is the owner of the Armadillo saloon, simultaneously working as a madam of the brothel upstairs. She is in good standing with local law, but so much of the business she conducts is done behind closed doors. Law enforcement seems to easily overlook things when they’re offered free service and drinks.
Assets:- The Armadillo Saloon and Brothel
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Brandy and Barley, a pair of Irish Wolfhounds
- Long double-barreled shotgun
- Colt six-shot revolver held in a makeshift thigh holster
- Some gorgeous ladies who would love to meet you
Personality:
Maternal instinct and a deeply rooted need to protect those under her care stand as the basis of Rosalyn’s nature. She finds that she sticks to her traditions and routines almost religiously, as this offers her a sense of comfort and reassurance that she and the girls will continue to stay out of trouble. Due to her hypervigilance, she is extremely perceptive about people is often on the offense in her interactions with others. She always tries to stay two steps ahead and her plans nearly always include an alternative, never relenting in her efforts to prove she is not one to be underestimated.
Roz lives by a certain code and expects others to naturally fall in line with her morals and ideals. Loyalty and trustworthiness are two virtues that Roz will never compromise on. One step out of line pertaining to either and she will make it a mission of hers to ostracize and humiliate the offender so thoroughly they would never think of acting in that manner again. Once permitted into her inner circle, however, you will be rewarded with the friendship of someone who would do everything in her power to pluck the stars from the sky should you request one.
Roz’s most apparent vice comes in a bottle. She has long struggled with an alcohol dependence that was kickstarted in her younger years. Having such easy access to the substance, there doesn't seem to be an end to this. Not that she sees it as an issue anyway.
History:
Roz was brought up in a very respectable home along with her four siblings, with both a mother and father present. They were avid church goers and ate each meal their mother prepared together around the table, despite the financial hardships that rested heavily on her parent’s shoulders. Her father operated a local saloon and her mother was a laundress, therefore they recruited the children to find small incomes themselves. Roz found a position aiding the upper class women of the town in the upkeep of their homes, taking over their duties of cooking and cleaning, often before their husbands would return. The wife of Joseph Baker, town preacher, was one of her employers, but Rox despised her time there. Joseph would frequent invite her to stay for dinner, but at her refusal, he would “accidentally” knock over her dust tray or bump the meal she had prepared from the table. His hand found itself resting on her shoulder or her thigh far too often. He complimented her young features in a manner that she knew now to only be predatorial. Roz pleaded with her parents to allow her to cease her time in the Baker home, but for their daughter to refuse to work for their preacher would stand as an insult. This answer was only solidified upon her father’s diagnosis of tuberculosis.
Mrs. Monroe remarried with urgency after the death of her husband. It was a necessity that she find someone to support the family and Marcus Lee was the first willing to step forward as the head of their household. He picked the family up and moved them to his neighboring hometown. He was a fairly decent man, if it wasn't for the occasional rise of his temper. He ruled the home with a stern grasp and left little air for them to breath. As soon as she was capable, Roz began outlining a plan of escape. She began with the saloon her father had left behind in Armadillo and, despite an outrage from the local men, she claimed it up once more for the Monroe family. She worked relentlessly to convert a previously decrepit upstairs space into living quarters, originally intending for the rooms to serve as lodging. It wasn't until she began receiving inquiries from local women desperate for a livable wage that she considered a brothel. Her and the girls made quick work of the place and they were functioning successfully within the first year.
One customer in particular would send a stick into the spindles of the life Roz had created, however. Brother Joseph Baker visited frequently, coming in late in the evenings or before the sun had even broken forth from behind the dirt. His hair had grayed and his cheeks had sunken, but he still walked with the same sense of entitlement he always had. Rosalyn watched him without falter each and every time he came, her stomach twisting with strong instinct. Her suspicions were proven when one of her girls scrambled down the stairs to the bar, nose draining red down into her lips, eye sockets darkened and swollen, handprints already welting around her neck. Roz shot her preacher in the back as he was buckling his pants and straightening his clerical collar. It was an anticlimactic event, his body falling to the hardwood with a hefty thud. It was almost easy for Roz. Due to his unusual hours, the building was empty of customers and the girls were more than willing to help in cleaning and disposing. Baker’s wife went on assuming he had skipped town due to her inability to bear children and that was that. No further questions asked and Pastor Baker still resides deep within the ground out back. Beside him rest four other men, all swiftly punished for their acts against women. After a glass of bourbon, Roz sleeps quite well at night, guns and dogs at her side.
Additional Information:
The cellar beneath Roz’s establishment remains entirely off limits to anyone but her employees. Within it, she mans her own moonshine still and frequently has the ladies working to dilute her more costly alcohol with water. These are not the only secrets locked below the floorboards, however.
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