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Rosala Sha’ael

Aug 25, 2018 14:36:34 GMT -5

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Post by Rosala Sha’ael on Aug 25, 2018 14:36:34 GMT -5

Rosala Sha’ael

Enduring without happiness.

general info

CLASS Warrior	GENDER Female
AGE 35	RACE Elf
ORIENTATION Straight	OCCUPATION Thug

appearance

Standing a strong 5’ 4” and carrying herself with an even taller confidence, Rosala is still an elf, and remains slight in figure despite the slender muscles built beneath her dusky, olive toned skin. She keeps her brown hair cropped short, but allows the portion on the top of her head to grow just long enough to braid, because— well, she happens to like braids. Her bright amber eyes are often narrowed as she assesses a situation, or silently sizes a person up.

The same one-handed axe she’s used all her life is ever worn looped onto a belt at her hip, while the rest of her attire may change as is convenient. Most often, the practical thing to wear is a simple, second-hand set of light or heavy armor. As her defenses are often inferior, she’s gained a collection of scars over the years. Many have faded from view and blend in with the surrounding skin, while some are still pink and fresh. There will always be more.

personality

POSITIVE
- Determined
- Capable
- Wry
- Forthcoming
- Pragmatic

NEGATIVE
- Blunt
- Unrefined
- Shortsighted
- Willful
- Inconsiderate

Rosala is not a complicated woman. Guessing is not often required when discerning her mood at any given time, for if she doesn’t announce it outright, she wears it shamelessly as one might war paint or armor. When she’s not happy, all are made aware. Likewise, when she approves of something, she doesn’t shy away from saying so. There’s only so much time in the day, and so she has little patience for dancing around issues that need to be addressed... or even those that don’t.

Her humble existence in a world that does not value her has hardened her heart, to an extent, but a hard life has been known to either build one’s character or cut it down. Rosala likes to think she was affected in the former way. Her parents named her to “endure”, and so she has, with dark humor, a sharp tongue, and a sharper hand axe.

history

Life in Jainen’s alienage was not always kind to a young Rosala, and so, like many others, she learned early on that in order to make her way in the world, she would have to fight. Scrapping and petty thievery as an adolescent became deadly brawls and heists as an adult. Her criminal history came to include smuggling jobs between Ferelden, Orlais, and the Free Marches, ambushes held on highways, and even the odd assassination to maintain— or end— business arrangements.

For the majority of her years, the life of a thuggish pawn acting on behalf of more powerful players was all Rosala knew. Had she listened to her elders and taken up more honest work as a youth, perhaps she would have travelled a different path and become something more than she was. Such thoughts still occur to her from time to time. It is during those moments of self doubt and regret that she orders an ale, makes a joke in poor taste, and endures without happiness.

sample

“You’re certain he’s dead?” The whelp, whatever his name was, paced the width of the storage room, his boots making loud, clumsy thunks against the wooden floor boards. “Absolutely certain? No room for doubt?”

The boy was young, inexperienced, and had been far too harsh when interrogating a mole they discovered pretending to work for their boss. As it happened, the double crosser was employed by their greatest competition: a corrupt politician funding a smuggling operation out of Denerim. After having discovered as much, the torturer continued his task needlessly until the enemy was hunched over, wilted in the chair he’d been bound to. A waste.

“You think I can’t tell the difference between someone living and someone not?” Rosala raised an eyebrow, watching her cohort’s repetitive walking pattern from where she leaned with her rump upon a crate. “Dead is dead.”

“Panar is going to kill me. He wanted him alive. Is he going to kill me?” He glanced over at Rosala, his blond fringe dangling in his desperate eyes and blood spattered on his smooth face. “He’s going to kill me.”

“Heh. Afraid not,” Rosala smirked at him. “He’ll only beat you this time. Probably show you the correct amount of force to use as not to repeat this mistake a second time. That second time will be what kills you.”

Her gaze shifted to the dead man whose weight tugged against his binds across the room, his face unrecognizable, light extinguished, and story ended. It was always a shame when things went too far in their line of work. Robberies went wrong, fights were started, strength went misjudged... but Rosala would remain a part of it, because she was good at it. Life would continue that way until one day someone was better at it than she, and she’d be just another faceless body in a warehouse that needed disposing of.

Unclenching her jaw and rolling her shoulders to loosen the tension in her tired neck, she shoved off the crate and waved her doomed underling over to help her. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

ooc info

☆ NAME
Wobble Like A Jelly

☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
n/a

☆ FACE CLAIM
I drew her!

THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Wobble Like A Jelly.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

Edited Aug 25, 2018 15:03:29 GMT -5 By RollForBluff

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