<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Rose (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9497)</em></span></span><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i49.tinypic.com/nzo8rd.jpg)</div><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Non Sexual, but not repulsed by either gender<br/><strong>Elan Age</strong>: 6<br/><strong>Total Age</strong>:94<br/><br/><strong>Race</strong>: Elan<br/><strong>Class and Level</strong>: Swordsage 4/Ardent 2<br/><strong>Alignment</strong>: True Neutral<br/><strong>Patron Deity</strong>: None<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'3"<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 135 ibs<br/><strong>Figure</strong>: Slender, frail, somewhat androgynous<br/><strong>Skin</strong>: Pale White<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Green<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Red<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Rose is very short for an elan, perhaps as a result of errors in the ritual that transformed her old self into the being she is today, and is extremely slender and frail looking as well. She dresses in thick garments to make herself look slightly bulkier than she is, although it hardly makes much difference, and has a hairpin she uses to keep her vivid green hair out of her eyes. Her skin is pale white, without a hint of colour and never burns or tans in the sun. Her chest is almost entirely flat and she does not even feel the need to support her breasts with a bra or similar garment. She is occasionally mistaken for an early teen, and some beings have had difficulty discerning her gender, as the traits that identify one as male or female are almost non existent on her.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Rose can be kind of cold and unempathic. She's usually focused more on her own pursuits than that of others, seeking out new experiences, or to better understand her chosen mantles, without much care for how this will impact other beings. She is not malicious in her pursuits however, mastering the sword for a love of the blade, not some desire to make a living off her skills, and prefers to avoid conflict whenever possible. Her blunt nearly emotionless attitude and poor diplomatic skills don't always leave that as an option, and she does not pull her blows when a conflict is unavoidable. Her somewhat submissive attitude in regards to others demands when they do not greatly inconvenience her is the only reason she is able to get along with as many people as she does.<br/><br/><strong>Experience</strong>: Rose has had little experience in the carnal arts, not actively seeking it herself, and only remembering vague impressions of those experiences she had so long ago when she was still a human. She has submitted to males in her travels before on occasion however, finding it a much simpler and safer option than fighting and less likely to earn her enemies. She tends not to attract such attentions however, except from those who see her as weak and easy. She draws very little pleasure from the activity naturally, as she is not particularly sensitive, but does not find it unenjoyable.<br/><br/><strong>Biography</strong>: Rose was once a human male by the name of Arngrim Milstein with a girlish figure. A swordsage who had grown to a position of some acclaim in his younger years, mastering every maneuver of the Desert Wind sword-school, who'd grown tired and despondent in his old age. Having nothing left to attain in his art, he learned of the Elan one day, and was seduced by the promise of a new life, the chance to start over, reinvent himself, and master the arts all over again.<br/><br/>He was able to impress the Council with his skills with the sword, but the one in charge of the conversion ritual mistook him for a female at first and so when he awoke he learned that he was now a she.<br/><br/>She was a bit surprised by the change, but found it somewhat liberating at the same time. The Elan were not capable of reproducing sexually after all, so there was no real difference between male and female, and it wiped all thoughts of returning to her old life from her mind. She had wanted to start over, and this gave her even more incentive to do so. Taking the name Rose, she set out remastering her sword techniques from the ground up, guided by hints and whispers of her old life, memories now seeming to belong to another person, reliving the thrill she had experienced when she first mastered the maneuvers oh so long ago. She also expanded her understanding of the being she had now become, focusing on certain core principles to focus her psionic power while incorporating it into her style. The mantles as she called them she chose to explore were those of creation, as she had been created anew, and freedom, as the obligations of her old life had been lifted from her shoulders and she was now free to live a completely new life. Later, as she began to reach the peak of mastery over her blade once more, she expanded her exploration to the mantle of Pain and Suffering, something inherently tied to the art of the sword, and wished to expand her understanding even further.<br/><br/>While humouring her exploration of this mantle exploring a trap filled dungeon Dedicated to Boccob, the god of magic, her companion, a wizard, discovered a strange and powerful scroll said to be scribed by the god himself capable of teleporting the caster and three others to any place in the world.<br/><br/>When they later found themselves trapped facing a dragon of all things he did not hesitate to use the scroll in an attempt to escape to freedom. The power necessary to use the scroll proved to be far beyond him however, and he lost control of the spell. Rose appeared in midair over an unfamiliar island with no sign of the wizard or idea of where she was now. Perhaps this too would be a chance to experience something new.