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Name: Rosel Shimala
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthdate: June 24th
Sexuality: Straight

Class: Daughter of Baron (UNCOMMON)
Hometown: Hakai, the Islands

History: Rosel was born late in her parents' life, well after her older brother, and heir to the baronette, was grown, married, and gone. Without the patience or time to raise a baby girl amidst the rush of running the company, Rosel's parents relegated her to a litany of nannies and tutors. The children of the surrounding families were all much older than her, so girls interested in making playtime with the young Rosel were hard to find. What started out as awkward afternoons of silence progressed to teasing and cruelty, and by the time Rosel herself was grown, she had developed into a bitter, caustic young woman with a deep-seated hatred for the social niceties required of her standing. Not to say she hated her standing altogether; she was a pretty girl afterall, and had inherited a taste for the finer fabrics her family dealt in.

As was expected of her when she reached maturity, Rosel had an arranged marriage to a man from an adjacent family to strengthen business ties. She learned quickly that this new family was spread out and weak, not nearly the challenge her childhood 'friends' had presented. With a minimal learning curve, she took control of her husband and new household. Her husband, a simple man content to manage a small slice of his family's tailoring company, quickly acquiesced to her every demand to avoid an argument. he and the small household staff were easily bent, and Rosel enjoyed, what seemed to her, limitless power for a time.

Things changed, however, when the grandmother of the family came to live with her favorite grandson. Though now nearly bedridden, having ruled over the family for generations, the grandmother was not about to let Rosel retain control of the house, and the household turned into a battleground of conflicting orders and underhanded insults. What was once hardly a challenge was now a full-scale war and after only a scant few months after the grandmother had moved in, Rosel realized it was a war that she could not win. Decades of experience could not be outdone by sheer creativity and Rosel avoided direct encounters with the grandmother if she could. Humiliations face to face were more than she could bear.

Her sniveling husband could be easily controlled through anger, but the staff was quickly aligning itself with the grandmother's wishes. The blood of a family line was thicker than the spun gold of her wedding band, and Rosel was only a new wife who had yet to produce an heir.

Rosel grew angrier and harder to live with by the day. One particular evening, as Rosel attempted to vent her frustrations with bow practice, the grandmother approached her with an ultimatum: leave her husband with a small bribe or be accused in open society as an adulterer and a drunk. Rosel was neither, but had no desire to be slandered publicly. The bribe wasn't near enough to give up her life in the lap of luxury, and in sheer frustration, Rosel pulled the bow on the grandmother, and demanded more money.

At that moment, her husband burst in, startling them both, and Rosel accidentally let the arrow slip. It plunged through the grandmother's neck, and shattered on the stone wall behind her. Both Rosel and her husband stood still in shock as the grandmother dropped. The moment she hit the floor, Rosel's husband whimpered and immediately took off down the hall. Rosel was immediately after him, mind spinning. The first thing she passed in the hall was a torch and she snatched it up and whipped it at him. It struck him in the back of the head, and he dropped immediately to the carpeted floor. Embers scattered along the plush carpet and immediately blazed into flame. As Rosel stood, incredulous of what she'd done, the hallway slowly filled with smoke and fire. Stumbling back, she haltingly fled the hallway and out into the night. Her jewelery was enough to get her passage to the mainland, where she immediately decided she'd do anything to avoid ending up like the poor housewives that seemed to populate the rest of the world. she could remarry, and try to work her way back up in the world...or she could skip the hassle of a husband and join the Brigade. She's done a bit of part time seamstressing to put food in her belly, work that she was raised in and comes naturally, but is slowly working her way closer to Forest Mellitu.

Drive: After fleeing her family, Rosel refuses to get stuck living the mundane, ugly life of a peasant. She'd seen the ugly old women scrubbing her floors, and would do anything to avoid ending up as one of them. The Brigade is the perfect place to gain respect and power again and get away from the heinous event that freed her from her past. In her sheltered life, Rosel hasn't yet had any personal contact with the Niches. It is the memory of her inferiority to the grandmother, not vengeance on the Niches, that drives her to move up the ranks in the Brigade.

Weapons Training: Like most Islander children, Rosel was trained from a young age in a weapon. Hers was the bow, traditionally very popular for long range combat between ships. While she'd been trained rigorously in its use, Rosel had never fully understood the ability to kill another living person until the incident with the Grandmother.

Personality:
Cold
Rosel can make idle conversation if she needs to, but it's a rare thing that she'll want to. Unless you have something she needs, conversation will often consist of sarcastic remarks and impatient insults. It's largely due to a social awkwardness never worked out from her childhood, but also a general frustration with having to interact with other people.

Sadistic
Rosel loves to see the pure fall and see the powerful fail. She'll never forget the earth-shattering rush when she killed the grandmother, lesser so with her husband, and is secretly curious how it would feel to 'legally' kill, by going after Niches for the Brigade.

Ambitious
Before the murder, Rosel never once feared being poor. She'd grown up with nurses and maids, and had never considered the thought that she might end up as one of them. Now that she's widowed, cut off from her family, and presumed dead, she desperately needs a way to regain some semblance of status. She's as yet lacking any real leadership skills, but doesn't see that as a particular detriment. Her ambition is tainted with a somewhat spoiled mindset; she understands that she'll have to work for what she wants, but seriously underestimates the actual difficulty.

Superficial
Probably her biggest weakness, Rosel has a fine eye for cloth and jewelery. Not so much because she wants to be admired and looked at, but for her own self esteem. If she can just project the image of status, she imagines she'll be happy. Selling the last of the jewelery she had didn't land her in rags, but she'll never be happy until she's in a fine dress again.

Proud
Rosel won't admit her background now that she's essentially on the run, but she has a fierce temper for anyone who looks down on her, particularly in how she looks. In her own eyes, she's beautiful, desirable, intelligent, and only needs a bit of time before she's back on top. It's an extremely hypocritical mindset in that she delights in looking down on others, but despises it happening to her.