A beautiful girl born in a village close to the streams, rose was a bright light to all of her townspeople. she showed immense talent as a little babe, as water seemed to naturally respond to her. whenever she danced along the waterside, waves would form and danced alongside with her. the townspeople crowned her as their little dancer, spreading droplets of happiness whenever she danced. it was blissful, albeit ignorant peace. always frolicking and always smiling, rose had no conception of the severity of the war until one fateful day. her village was attacked by vlatkans, burning it all to the ground and leaving no survivors, except for rose who was only sixteen at the time. she had managed to escape at the sacrifice of her mother, who had distracted the vlatkan witches long enough for rose to run. her mother told her to not look back, but she mistakenly did so. upon glancing back at her village up in flames, she witnessed her mother's head being decapitated with the fell swoop of a sword. all she remembers is screaming endlessly after that, and she isn't entirely sure how she ended up safe. 

 

that was some 40 years ago at this point. time passed by slowly, but it was not time gone to waste. still considered a young witch, rose spent her years traveling across the coven, dancing in order to hone her craft. she became an entertainer in order to sustain herself, dancing in pubs or private parties for those who would be willing to pay her. it wasn't necessarily the most pleasant job, with the wandering hands and almost animalistic gazes as she spun across the room, her flowy skirt in tow. but she always played her part, flirting with guests and pretending to enjoy small talk. it was a living.

 

on one of her many jobs to a group of higherup witches, rose began to hear the ongoings of the war. she learned of the aurylean efforts to counter the vlatkans and became intrigued. she hadn't considered fighting before, afterall she was only a dancer. but perhaps she could be more than just what she used to be. after much contemplation, the little dancer set her eyes on refuge bay, where she heard water witches gathered to train and get stronger for the war. 

 

and so the last survivor of her village traveled to the farthest end of the coven, officially joining the aurylean forces in the war. not only to defend her coven, but to avenge all those she had lost. with images of her village burning and her mother getting killed flashing in her head, rose dances and washes the vlatkans away with graceful waves. 

personality:
due to her previously being an entertainer, rose is generally pleasant as she can make conversation with anyone as if they weren't strangers. flirtatious in nature, she has a sharp tongue when needed and despite the warm exterior, life has tinged rose to be bitter. like a dandelion blowing away in the wind, she never stays too long nor makes long term attachments. she believes her sole purpose is to fight in the war, which she knows is a path only marred by death. as such, there's no room for people who will only be temporary. stubborn and focused, rose knows her goals and never wavers, especially not on the battlefield. if she has to, she'll take matters into her own hands. it's a fight to the death, and she plans to live for as long as she can.

abilities:
as a dancer, rose learned to be extremely agile and quick on her feet. as graceful as waves, water flows alongside her as she flirts across the battlefield. she commands them with her movements and a flick of her hand could be a fatal slice. to accentuate her combat skills, rose wields bladed fans, which have also become a part of her signature. still relatively young and unskilled, she hasn't fully mastered the spectrum of her water abilities, only able to manipulate water itself and the vapor in the air. 

habits: whenever rose is nervous or stressed, she has a bad habit of biting her fingernails. she also quite often runs her fingers through her hair.  usually a lone soul, she never volunteers to engage with others socially, always having to be invited or forced. 

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hello! my name is anemoia, but calling me ane or moia is just fine. i'm usually a fast replier, but please give me at least a day before reminding me. as far as writing goes, i try my best to mirror whatever is given to me, though i am excited to better my 3rd pov style. pm to plot or feel free to drop a starter on my wall. i'm always down to just wing it.

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