A Game of Cat and Mouse
Gauging her as a threat and a traitor to their coven, Rosemunde must never let her “sisters” find her, lest she be killed in the same way her love was...
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“I had arrived in the town of Olvia after an exhausting escape through the mountains to the south. Flushed with residual adrenaline and weary from travel, I cautiously stepped through the outskirts of town. I felt a terrible anxiety. Would someone recognize me? I pulled my tangled crimson hair to the side and lowered my head, my tattered cloak keeping the rest of me hidden away.
All I could think to myself was ‘What have I done?’”
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“I was to be a Valkyrie. At least that’s what my mother said. My father... I doubt he even knew my age then. I often wonder what I would have been like, my future self... what would I have become? How quickly things can change... in a mere moment of impulse, life can become something completely different.”
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Rosemunde, setting sail with Menikmati
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“In a world of my own...”
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Rosemunde Theodora Tyrell aka “Sugarina”
Age: 18
Hair: Naturally dark crimson, currently pink via cosmetic powder
Eyes: Blue-green
Nationality: Born in the slums of Altinova, raised in Calpheon nobility
Family: Eltress Rosen Tyrell (mother) & Beonaud Argus Tyrell (father)
Outfit: Long, loose fitting robes worn away by travel and the elements.
Rosemunde is currently on the run, traveling from town to town, as if trying to hide from something, or someone. Always accompanying her is her thin black cat, Varimathras. Her expression is often solemn contemplation, suspicion, or paranoia. Well worn robes and a walking staff hint at a magical ability, however she rarely if ever shows it. When conversation is initiated, she will introduce herself as Sugarina, and hardly seem convincing of it...
Will write an in-depth analysis in another post~
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“Every time we ride together, I think of her...”
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“My price for freedom. Self sufficiency. It’s worth it...”
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“A green thumb I have not... babysitting a seed is not my idea of fun...”
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“The same shabby robes... the same hidden identity.”
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