Corpae

Rose is quite enormous.

Standing at a yawning seven fulms with plenty of change, wide in stature, and woefully muscular, the Roegadyn (or "roe", as she insists) is an unshakable, unmovable, unrelenting shore on which the enemy crashes with little effect.

While slow, heavy, and forceful, moments of concentration allow Rose to move with unexpected speed and grace, her strength lending to dancer-like movements when called for.

Quiet, to a fault, the woman is one to watch, listen, and absorb, while not speaking a word. A firm nod and a soft hum of affirmation is nothing short of a miraculous gift from the gods themselves, in their rarity.

In private, with trusted few, it is said that Rose will in fact, "be quite talkative".

Her sense of fashion, on the other hand, can be nothing short of vibrant, with deep reds, rich browns, and dark blues meeting gleaming metal, polished leather, and casual canvas.