Wild bunch rose
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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Personal History
Rose Idlewood was your typical Rogue Islander. Always on the lookout for the scam to make her rich and powerful or hell just rich would be fine. She thought she hit the mother lode when she met some crazy old lady who insisted she was a distant relative. Rose figures she could worm herself in, and make off with any valuables easy. She agreed to move into the large mansion and look after the old woman. She spent her days listening to stories of the old west and outlaws the old lady acted as though she knew,never mind the impossibility of it. She also spent plenty of time sizing things up, trying to guess their value and ease of removal. A few days before she figured to make her hit, the old lady called her into her sitting room. Seems she wanted to show Rose something. She called it her birthright and it was in the little jewelry box there on the table. The box was nothing special, just some sort of dark wood with some raised carvings and inside didn't look too special either. It was just a plain gold ring, scuffed and worn looking. The old lady urged her to pick it up and when she did she noticed some barely visible lines running in and around it. It felt weird, a little colder than she would have guessed. And as she closed her hand around it....it moved? There was a low humming sound too but heck that old house had some weird creaks and groans. Rose slipped the ring on at the old ladys urging and the humming intensified, growing just loud enough for her to make out that it was actually a low murmuring but right before it grew loud enough to understand a bright flash momentarily blinded her. When her vision had cleared again the murmuring had stopped. The old lady was smiling,looking pleased with herself. She sent Rose to the store on some little errand like she always did but things were a little different when she stepped outside. She felt a compulsion towards...something. She gained some new abilities too and that was all right. She had the power now to make her schemes come true and she was by god going to do so! Right after she found what it was she was looking for. Now if only she could remember what that was. It was close, she knew that. She just had to search a bit and she was sure she'd find it.
Physical Attributes
Powers
Rose doesn't know how she gained these new abilities and truth be told she doesn't care. She just knows she likes them. They're useful and they make her more money then she's ever made before. She taps into the underworld, bringing its dark energy over and shaping it to her will. She can heal her allies and rob her enemies of their energy. She feels a certain pull towards things also of the underworld, the ghosts, the dead and the undead. She also figured out how to pull living things through it to her, a useful bit of trickery but not quite as useful as being able to "skip" herself through that same murky realm. It makes moving around the Isles so much quicker. Not to mention letting her get away from the scene of her crimes easier.
Abilities
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Paraphernalia
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Limitations
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Associations
Group Affiliations
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Friends
Rose has joined a gang of like minded folks. Truth be told she had no intention of joining any damn body but when she happened to meet Dead Eye Jake something pulled her hard towards him.
Enemies
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Miscellaneous
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