#1 Rose

[Author’s note: I’m not an artist, so you won’t get any images. If I do add anything, they will be afterwards, and some sort of graphic to group my characters together in their individual stories.]

Rose was not always called that, but these days it is all she answers to. She remembers the name she was born with, but no one else ever does. One way or another, she always winds up with this nickname – which actually has nothing to do with her birth name. Even her own family calls her Rose. It’s a bit of a sore spot that she has become used to. She’s has the nickname since she was seven years old. There is a reason for it, which I will get to in a minute.

Rose doesn’t have the strongest of wills at times. She’s given up on people getting her name  right and is more likely to stop arguing if she thinks it is pointless. People think they can just walk all over her, but remember: she only stops arguing if she thinks it is worthless. Rose will stand up for what she wants and believes in when it is worth fighting for.

Her curiosity is endless. It’s what got her into this mess in the first place. Nevertheless, she still shoves the proverbial knife in the electrical socket when given the opportunity. It has made her a jack-of-all-trades instead of a master of one, but the latter is hardly interesting enough for her. Or maybe it’s just that she hasn’t found anything that truly holds her attention.

Practicality is the virtue she holds in the highest regard, and one that has expressed itself in different ways in her life. (Well, disregarding her actions done out of curiosity). She chose to become a nurse because it was interesting enough to hold her attention and because it is hard to outsource those jobs. Not impossible, she knows, but definitely more difficult than some. She rents a room from a widow with grown children; not the most interesting flat share, but it does mean that she’s not banging on walls and yelling at people to shut up because she needs to get a few hours of sleep before work. She also won’t disregard an explanation for events simply because it is considered impossible by conventional beliefs.

Rose does not simply believes that Magic exists. She knows that Magic exists. It’s why she is called Rose these days. When she was seven years old, a witch with a vendetta against her grandfather stole her name and called her Rose. As implausible as that sounds, it is true and the source of most of the stress in her life. She remembers what her name was, but no one else can. What little information she could find on Magic has informed her that the witch can influence her life because she Named her. She is still waiting for the evidence of that to appear. (Little does she know that her grandmother’s protection prevents this.)

Despite her knowledge of the existence of Magic, and her insatiable curiosity, she knows very little of it. She knows what is not Magic (which is the usual variety of ‘magical’ paraphernalia easily available), and no one has published anything real either. Her grandmother’s memory (or lack thereof) means that she can’t go to her (and to be honest, didn’t think she could). Rose does not have any real, working knowledge of Magic.

But she does know it is real, and she does have a stick, which works against most things so it’s good enough for her.

Category: 2011, Fantasy