PLAYED BY: Winter Edwardson
CHARACTER NAME: Rosemary
GENDER: Enby
PRONOUN(S): she/they
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: ~70
RACE: Io’Larian
HAIR: dirty blonde
EYES: blue
OCCUPATION: herbalist
KNOWN SKILLS: knowledge of some plant life and how to harvest them
BIRTHPLACE: Faedrun
APPEARANCE: usually in well maintained layered clothing adorned with various tokens and baubles.
NOTABLE TRAITS: appears serous except for the fangs
RELATIONSHIPS: some members of their old commune still survive but not many and most have settled down rather than continuing to travel
RUMORS: she seems pretty boring
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY:
For as long as I can remember we lived on the roads of Faedrun and that was where I felt most at home. We were a small commune but well traveled, at least through the human kingdoms. We were merchants, selling herbs, oils, tinctures, and potions. Sometimes we would connect with other merchants and travel in a larger caravan. We would take the time to trade stories, songs, food, and goods. Other times it was just our commune. The only kingdoms I never got to see were the Richtcrag and the Nara Pentare as there were many stories and rumors, that turned out to be true, of the dead returning as monstrous abominations. But, before the things of nightmare really spilled into my own reality I was able to find my peace in exploration. The rolling farms and fields of the Vandregon at twilight always made me feel like we were drifting on a golden sea of grain. The welcoming sight of the May’Kar oasis always felt comforting, like a friendly face offering to share their home with you. The gorgeous coast of the Aldorian port towns reminding me of the awe inspiring beauty of a true ocean. In stark contrast to these places the few times we came to trade with the small outskirt towns of Tielorrien the felt oppressive and overwhelming, like we were being burdensome merely by existing. But of everywhere else I’ve been, my favorite will always be the cities of the Yabantu Triumvirate. The smells coming from food stalls were always the most mouthwatering, the clothes were always the brightest and most beautiful I had ever seen, even the streets felt alive. I had to be corralled back to the caravan for gawking too long and taking the wrong turn.
Unfortunately, the undead threat continued to grow and grow. We were lucky, for a time, to not be near the front line, but it felt like it was getting closer by the day. Our trade routes shrank significantly, mostly consisting of cities in Aldorian. A short time after my name day, we heard that the kingdoms had all come together under the grand alliance. Some of our caravan split off to go help run supplies to the front lines the rest of us tried to help by keeping the civilians supplied. But finally, the alliance broke when the syndar kingdoms abandoned the lines and fled back behind their own borders. We tried to stay hopeful that we could survive. That hope was tested when the May’Kar turned and joined the penitent, but our hope was still not lost.
Finally there were rumors of a new land that we could travel to in order to escape the undead. It was called Mardrun. It took us a few years but we were able to secure passage on a ship for the few of us that remained. Many of us found work and homes in a settlement called Daven’s Reach. After some time it was held hostage by some bandits. After this three of the members of the council of New Hope came and it was renamed Daven’s Hold. After several years of a quiet, mundane life I could still feel a quiet ache, much like a homesickness, for a life on the roads.