Post by Omnia Munda on Sept 25, 2008 12:32:35 GMT -8
Name: Rosie (Rosé)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Rank: Barmaid at Igen Sea Hold in the Sixth Pass; stolen baby and resident at Telgar Weyr in the Sixth Interval
Warm tones and earth hues are the palette from which Rosie has been painted. Sandy-brown curls frame a round face spattered by light tan freckles across pert nose and cheeks. Warm brown eyes sparkle when she smiles, which she does often, and dimples form in her cheeks at those times, too. Youthful still, she nevertheless has a generous woman's figure: more than a handful, though this describes her spirit as readily as it does her body.
She wears full skirts designed to swing from fuller hips, made from midweight fabrics in earth tones. Her blouses vary by the season; in summer they're airy, low-cut things that show off her bosom, of which she's as proud as any barmaid could be, but in winter she favors heavier fabric and more fitted cuts for coverage and warmth.
Rosie is bright but not brilliant, smart but not clever. Her displacement from one family to another at age fourteen brought her through panic, disconnectedness, grief and depression in a hurry, and from this experience she's learned never to take life too seriously. Playful to a fault, she generally refuses to focus too much on anything that troubles her. The sun will come out tomorrow!
She speaks with an extremely thick accent common to the seaholds of Pern, more typical of a sailor than a barmaid.
Born to a middle-aged couple in Telgar Hold, the second of two 'surprise' children of her parents' autumn years, Rosé was a pretty child and much adored by her family. Though she was only two turns old when her brother Sigur left them to stand for a clutch at Telgar Weyr, she has fond memories of his visits home during her childhood, and even fonder memories of his beautiful green Glosolith. Too young to understand the things holders said about greenriders for many turns, by the time she caught on she was secure enough with her brother's identity and proud enough of his service as a dragonrider to brush off anything cruel her friends might have said. She was living a happy life full of the usual trials of a young teen, just discovering the wonders of boys and the complexities of female social structure when everything changed.
Rosie doesn't much remember how it happened. She has the faintest recollection of a ride adragonback, and still suspects her displacement was a Search gone very wrong. Her first clear memory of her new life is of standing on the beach, staring out at the ocean waves. There was no dragon and no rider, no explanation for how she'd come to be there - barefoot and in her gardening clothes, hardly fit for travel! - though when the sailors found her, they laughed and joked that she must have washed up from the sea. They were kind men, if a little rough about their humor, and brought her to the best place they could think of to get her washed up so she could be sent on up to the Hold proper: the bar called "the Dockhouse." The bar's owner, a swarthy widower, pulled out some clothes that had belonged to his wife when she lived and let Rosé get herself cleaned up - but she never went on up the road to the Hold. She'd overheard things that scared her too much from the sailors as they walked, not least the word 'threadfall.' Terrified to let on she came from a place where there was no threadfall, Rosé stayed at the Dockhouse. Perhaps the owner could sense in her the depth of her loss, for while Rosie - so his accent made her name sound - grieved, he was gentle with her, and gave her simple work to keep her hands busy while her heart healed. In time she came to call him Pa, and put the life she'd once had behind her.
Rosie was nineteen and had relegated her memories of Telgar Hold to a place most people reserve for childhood fantasies when she saw her brother again. Or thought she did, anyway. The scare of seeing a man so much like S'gur in her bar made her shake so bad she dropped a whole tray of drinks and had to flee for the back room and the safety of her Pa. She never saw the mysterious man again, but not for want of trying. When she had her wits about her again she asked after the whereabouts of the group that included S'gur's doppelganger, then went racing down the docks to find them.
For the second time, Rosie took a ride adragonback that she didn't well remember. How had she come to know the brownrider P'nset? Why was she suddenly astride his brown above Telgar Weyr - in the sixth interval? A time without thread. Her own time, or close to it. The outcome of her conversation with the weyrleader J'fel has yet to be fully understood, but for now Rosie works in the kitchens at the Weyr.
Appearing In:
The Quest for the Windtoss
Homecoming: Meanwhile
Homecoming (brief appearance)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Rank: Barmaid at Igen Sea Hold in the Sixth Pass; stolen baby and resident at Telgar Weyr in the Sixth Interval
Physical Description
Warm tones and earth hues are the palette from which Rosie has been painted. Sandy-brown curls frame a round face spattered by light tan freckles across pert nose and cheeks. Warm brown eyes sparkle when she smiles, which she does often, and dimples form in her cheeks at those times, too. Youthful still, she nevertheless has a generous woman's figure: more than a handful, though this describes her spirit as readily as it does her body.
She wears full skirts designed to swing from fuller hips, made from midweight fabrics in earth tones. Her blouses vary by the season; in summer they're airy, low-cut things that show off her bosom, of which she's as proud as any barmaid could be, but in winter she favors heavier fabric and more fitted cuts for coverage and warmth.
Personality
Rosie is bright but not brilliant, smart but not clever. Her displacement from one family to another at age fourteen brought her through panic, disconnectedness, grief and depression in a hurry, and from this experience she's learned never to take life too seriously. Playful to a fault, she generally refuses to focus too much on anything that troubles her. The sun will come out tomorrow!
She speaks with an extremely thick accent common to the seaholds of Pern, more typical of a sailor than a barmaid.
Background
Born to a middle-aged couple in Telgar Hold, the second of two 'surprise' children of her parents' autumn years, Rosé was a pretty child and much adored by her family. Though she was only two turns old when her brother Sigur left them to stand for a clutch at Telgar Weyr, she has fond memories of his visits home during her childhood, and even fonder memories of his beautiful green Glosolith. Too young to understand the things holders said about greenriders for many turns, by the time she caught on she was secure enough with her brother's identity and proud enough of his service as a dragonrider to brush off anything cruel her friends might have said. She was living a happy life full of the usual trials of a young teen, just discovering the wonders of boys and the complexities of female social structure when everything changed.
Rosie doesn't much remember how it happened. She has the faintest recollection of a ride adragonback, and still suspects her displacement was a Search gone very wrong. Her first clear memory of her new life is of standing on the beach, staring out at the ocean waves. There was no dragon and no rider, no explanation for how she'd come to be there - barefoot and in her gardening clothes, hardly fit for travel! - though when the sailors found her, they laughed and joked that she must have washed up from the sea. They were kind men, if a little rough about their humor, and brought her to the best place they could think of to get her washed up so she could be sent on up to the Hold proper: the bar called "the Dockhouse." The bar's owner, a swarthy widower, pulled out some clothes that had belonged to his wife when she lived and let Rosé get herself cleaned up - but she never went on up the road to the Hold. She'd overheard things that scared her too much from the sailors as they walked, not least the word 'threadfall.' Terrified to let on she came from a place where there was no threadfall, Rosé stayed at the Dockhouse. Perhaps the owner could sense in her the depth of her loss, for while Rosie - so his accent made her name sound - grieved, he was gentle with her, and gave her simple work to keep her hands busy while her heart healed. In time she came to call him Pa, and put the life she'd once had behind her.
Rosie was nineteen and had relegated her memories of Telgar Hold to a place most people reserve for childhood fantasies when she saw her brother again. Or thought she did, anyway. The scare of seeing a man so much like S'gur in her bar made her shake so bad she dropped a whole tray of drinks and had to flee for the back room and the safety of her Pa. She never saw the mysterious man again, but not for want of trying. When she had her wits about her again she asked after the whereabouts of the group that included S'gur's doppelganger, then went racing down the docks to find them.
For the second time, Rosie took a ride adragonback that she didn't well remember. How had she come to know the brownrider P'nset? Why was she suddenly astride his brown above Telgar Weyr - in the sixth interval? A time without thread. Her own time, or close to it. The outcome of her conversation with the weyrleader J'fel has yet to be fully understood, but for now Rosie works in the kitchens at the Weyr.
Appearing In:
The Quest for the Windtoss
Homecoming: Meanwhile
Homecoming (brief appearance)