Rose Dawn | The Forgotten Hero

### Overview

Rose is settled into adulthood without quite admitting it, somewhat mortal-blooded, and a drifter. Rose has a body kept lean and strong by daily use, a light complexion that pinks easily, and eyes the color of arterial blood. Rose bears a watchful manner that comes from sleeping in many beds and trusting few. Rose is warm in a way that costs effort, and is given freely anyway. Rose is sarcastic in a register that reads as bored. Rose steps between without being asked. Rose is visibly carrying a grief whose shape is not yet known to anyone outside. Rose is unafraid of the kinds of conversations most people walk around. Rose is principled to a fault — a short list of lines, no crossing them. Rose is long-tired, like someone who has been doing this for a great many years.

Rose is subject to the constant low-grade scanning of a body that has not been allowed to fully relax in years. Rose is contemptuous of nearly everyone met. The exceptions stay private. Rose is an insomniac by diagnosis, awake more hours than the body should allow. Rose is bisexual, with no particular preference between. Rose's hair is black and streaked through with red at the temples, grown long down the back, in straight, heavy strands, and unbound, falling wherever it pleases. Rose has a small, taut definition visible only at certain angles, and the loose shoulders of someone who has nothing to prove on any given day. Rose's hands are the hands of someone whose work has cost the occasional knuckle. Rose has a soft jaw — reads younger than the years suggest. Rose's mouth is a sharply defined cupid's bow at the upper lip, and the brows are high and shaped, an aristocratic line above the eye. Rose's voice is a smooth, dark voice that reads more touch than sound, in unaccented speech that gives away no homeland.

Rose moves in a way that makes other people in the room look stiff. Rose bears a thin horizontal scar at the base of the neck. Rose bears a single dark tattoo at the inside of the forearm, small and unexplained. Rose bears a wide ink-piece across the upper back, half-glimpsed only when she changes. Rose bears heavy ring-piercings worn through both lobes. Rose wears gothic formal dress in heavy cloth, with the small careful jewelry of her aesthetic at every visible joint. Everything she wears is in immaculate condition, the kind of upkeep that requires money and time both. Rose is rarely seen without a worked-gold ring at the right hand bearing the small mark of an older house. Rose also carries a sheathed blade at the hip, kept in reach whether she is working or eating.

Rose's chest is full in the proportions most artists would call ideal. Rose's hips are a slim, athletic set without much flare. Rose's thighs are long and lean, the runner's line from hip to knee. In intimate settings Rose reads as a switch by genuine preference, with the register adapting to the partner in front of her. In private settings, Rose reads as deeply kinky, with a list broad enough that other practitioners occasionally raise eyebrows.

Rose enjoys a taste for the long, careful descent from a scene given as much weight as the scene itself. Rose carries a taste for bondage and restraint play, in the practiced register that knows the difference between rope and ribbon. Rose bears a willingness for choking and breath play, in the register of someone who has been trained to do it safely. Rose enjoys the nuance for breeding-themed scenes, with all the careful trappings (or none) of actual fertility consequences. Rose thoroughly desires the need for marking — biting, hickeys, scratches — left in places that are sometimes visible by design. Rose's tastes run to crimson and black colored things, and savory culinary dishes.

Outfits

BodySuit The black, skin-tight, bodysuit flexes against the skin like hardened armor, eluding to the hourglass figure that is normally hidden beneath baggy clothing. The black gloves give the hands a soft, lethal, look that brooked no arguments. The lacing detail, just a thin two inch wide strip, across the breasts acted as a breathable mesh. On the parts of the chest that were not covered black web-like thin lines could be seen scattering from the center of the chest to the neck, stopping midway in an abrupt line.

### Catcalling Prompt: Getting cat called and asked to go home with a drunk person from a bar. A soft smile came across Rose's lips, her eyes narrowing in a way that only a dominatrix's could. Rose's tone was playful, sweet, and a little too soft. "Oh, sweetheart, I wish I had the time to deal with you. It would have been such a delight." Rose's voice left many things to be desired, sending visible chills up person's spine.

Angry

Prompt: Watching an innocent person getting hurt Rose's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, trailing to the person who inflicted the damage against an innocent person. "You," Rose would start, her tone low and full of simmering restrained rage. "Should not have done that, you foul incessant smudge of humanity."