Rosalind has long been a capable warrior and is able to lift well over one-hundred pounds. She often does some form of exercise every day, but switches up what she does and the intensity to suit whatever she is doing for that day. Weaknesses include a fondness for wine that can leave her smashed if she doesn’t have someone to watch over her.
Abilities:
Proficient in fighting, dancing, singing, and various crafts.
First Person: [She is wide-eyed and alert the moment the train begins to pull into the station and immediately hops onto her feet in a defensive stance. No one else with her… But how did she come to be on a train?
Looking cautiously out the window, she frowns at the buildings approaching as the train stops. Rosalind disembarks with a frown on her face and reads the signs with disdain. Ruby City.]
Wonderful. [A quick pat-down of her person reveals the pocket watch hanging off of the belt of her dress, and she opens it. The video feed is instantaneous.] All right, where in Hades am I?
Third Person:
No access to her family; no clue as to where the city actually is; no means of getting home… It was enough to make Rosalind tear out her hair, but she opted for taking it out on the carcasses of dead animals instead. As twilight drew near, she prepared a small bonfire in the park. It wasn’t very fancy and wouldn’t give off much in the way of significant heat, but it would serve the purpose she wanted of it.
“I offer this flesh of cattle and poultry to my kinsmen.” One by one, she placed steaks and slabs of chicken breast on the burning wood. The fire grew quickly and ate at the raw meats as Rosalind offered prayers to whoever might be able to hear them. “Circe, Hecate… If anyone can hear these words, please let my people know that I am still safe.”
The fire kept burning long after the sun had set and left a slightly scorched patch of grass behind once she was through with waiting for a reply. Nothing. Not even word from the fickle Iris. Much as the thought worried Rosalind, she would not allow herself to be stopped. All this meant was that she’d have to try that much harder to find a way home.
[OC] Rosalind Strange aka Lysandra Kastaros l Not Reserved 4 of 4
Rosalind has long been a capable warrior and is able to lift well over one-hundred pounds. She often does some form of exercise every day, but switches up what she does and the intensity to suit whatever she is doing for that day. Weaknesses include a fondness for wine that can leave her smashed if she doesn’t have someone to watch over her.
Abilities:
Proficient in fighting, dancing, singing, and various crafts.
First Person:
[She is wide-eyed and alert the moment the train begins to pull into the station and immediately hops onto her feet in a defensive stance. No one else with her… But how did she come to be on a train?
Looking cautiously out the window, she frowns at the buildings approaching as the train stops. Rosalind disembarks with a frown on her face and reads the signs with disdain. Ruby City.]
Wonderful. [A quick pat-down of her person reveals the pocket watch hanging off of the belt of her dress, and she opens it. The video feed is instantaneous.] All right, where in Hades am I?
Third Person:
No access to her family; no clue as to where the city actually is; no means of getting home… It was enough to make Rosalind tear out her hair, but she opted for taking it out on the carcasses of dead animals instead. As twilight drew near, she prepared a small bonfire in the park. It wasn’t very fancy and wouldn’t give off much in the way of significant heat, but it would serve the purpose she wanted of it.
“I offer this flesh of cattle and poultry to my kinsmen.” One by one, she placed steaks and slabs of chicken breast on the burning wood. The fire grew quickly and ate at the raw meats as Rosalind offered prayers to whoever might be able to hear them. “Circe, Hecate… If anyone can hear these words, please let my people know that I am still safe.”
The fire kept burning long after the sun had set and left a slightly scorched patch of grass behind once she was through with waiting for a reply. Nothing. Not even word from the fickle Iris. Much as the thought worried Rosalind, she would not allow herself to be stopped. All this meant was that she’d have to try that much harder to find a way home.