Editing Rose Calderson
Warning: You are not logged in. Your IP address will be publicly visible if you make any edits. If you log in or create an account, your edits will be attributed to your username, along with other benefits.
The edit can be undone.
Please check the comparison below to verify that this is what you want to do, and then save the changes below to finish undoing the edit.
| Latest revision | Your text | ||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
A character in the [[Road's End]] Monster of the Week campaign. | A character in the [[Road's End]] Monster of the Week campaign. | ||
| − | =Rose | + | =Rose Claderson, the Spooky= |
Rose doesn't know much about her dad. Mom doesn't talk about him, and if something reminds her of him she either starts drinking or stares out into the woods. Their affair, whatever it was like, didn't last long - but her broken heart doesn't look like it's ever going to heal. Wherever dad is now, his legacy is still there in Rose's blood and she can feel it burning in her. She's always known where things were about to go wrong, just in time to be there. That emphatically did not helped her stay out of trouble as a kid. Nor did the ability to see what others can't. Then there was the time she got bullied at school and the bully caught fire - the burning in her blood isn't entirely metaphorical, it turns out. Worst of all, though, has been the constant feeling in the back of her head, the urging to be like her dad. Sometimes she thinks it's him, whispering something to her in the dark - other times, she figures it's just his legacy to her. | Rose doesn't know much about her dad. Mom doesn't talk about him, and if something reminds her of him she either starts drinking or stares out into the woods. Their affair, whatever it was like, didn't last long - but her broken heart doesn't look like it's ever going to heal. Wherever dad is now, his legacy is still there in Rose's blood and she can feel it burning in her. She's always known where things were about to go wrong, just in time to be there. That emphatically did not helped her stay out of trouble as a kid. Nor did the ability to see what others can't. Then there was the time she got bullied at school and the bully caught fire - the burning in her blood isn't entirely metaphorical, it turns out. Worst of all, though, has been the constant feeling in the back of her head, the urging to be like her dad. Sometimes she thinks it's him, whispering something to her in the dark - other times, she figures it's just his legacy to her. | ||
