Croywn Denimore
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Rose Denimore
AGE
► 14
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 5' 4"
WEIGHT ► 105.0 lb
EYE COLOR ► Green
HAIR COLOR ► Brown
HOMEWORLD ► Eriadu
GENDER ► Female
FACTION ► independent
JOB ► Farmer
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Born to a young couple who held nothing but love in their life. Even though they live a simple life of farming products to sell at market places or passing merchants it was enough to get by. That plus what more could you need in life other than a roof over your head and food growing right outside your door step.
Rose father worked on the farm while her mother raised the girl until she came of age to hold farm tools and help with fetching and carrying. One thing was always certain in this farm, laughter. Laughter that would fill every room in the house, arguments of course happened but were soon forgotten. As her father always used to say "The night always comes, but the day will chase it away".
Life carried on, through working on the fields from sun up till sunset every day without fail. Only coming back into the house when her Mother would call for her and her father to come home for the night and to enjoy an evening meal and it carried on that way until she was twelve. That night there was a knock on the door, her father answered expecting it to be his friend from a few fields over. However, that night was one of the times that the nighttime came into the house, the darkness.
Rose doesn't remember much of that night, or perhaps she chooses not to, all she really remembers was almost being on autopilot a few days later where two fresh graves had been dug under the tree closet to the house, within view of a river that ran by. The only thing to mark that site is two rocks placed upon the dirt and fresh flowers placed every day.
But life had to continue and continue it did, Rose continues to tend to the farm to this day, working it alone. When people asked where her parents were she would respond that they were simply out in town, or off-world visiting distant relatives. But the joy the girl once held in her heart has all but faded, leaving an echo of her former self. A shadow of the life she once leads.
Rose father worked on the farm while her mother raised the girl until she came of age to hold farm tools and help with fetching and carrying. One thing was always certain in this farm, laughter. Laughter that would fill every room in the house, arguments of course happened but were soon forgotten. As her father always used to say "The night always comes, but the day will chase it away".
Life carried on, through working on the fields from sun up till sunset every day without fail. Only coming back into the house when her Mother would call for her and her father to come home for the night and to enjoy an evening meal and it carried on that way until she was twelve. That night there was a knock on the door, her father answered expecting it to be his friend from a few fields over. However, that night was one of the times that the nighttime came into the house, the darkness.
Rose doesn't remember much of that night, or perhaps she chooses not to, all she really remembers was almost being on autopilot a few days later where two fresh graves had been dug under the tree closet to the house, within view of a river that ran by. The only thing to mark that site is two rocks placed upon the dirt and fresh flowers placed every day.
But life had to continue and continue it did, Rose continues to tend to the farm to this day, working it alone. When people asked where her parents were she would respond that they were simply out in town, or off-world visiting distant relatives. But the joy the girl once held in her heart has all but faded, leaving an echo of her former self. A shadow of the life she once leads.
Personality and Traits
The once cheerful fun loving girl is buried deep away, only thing to remain now is a realist. A girl who now follows a strict routine, most of her emotions are curbed and walled away. Passing through life in almost a numb void. That is except for the odd time she spends tending to flowers. She swears she can almost feel when they need water or more sunlight.
Though even with all things said she has compassion still for strangers, be it seeing walkers heading into the distant mountain and running to meet them, if not for anything but a social aspect. Bringing them water and the odd bit of spare food. At those times she puts a front on, a fake smile, a little giggle now and then. But her eyes give it away showing her pain.
Local walkers have started to see her farm as a safe haven, a place to get food and water. Her compassion even reaching as far as to offer a bed in the barn-like structure away from the main house.
She suffers from nightmares every night but has learned not to scream. Simply choosing instead to get up and start work early which has at times lead to her collapsing from lack of sleep.
Powers and Abilities
Rose has the ability to sense the force unknowingly in the wildlife around her, perhaps it was from growing up with farmers. But she knows right when it is best to conduct her harvest or to give additional feed to other areas.
She is in top physical health from working every day without pause other than days she is sick. But even then she forces herself to do the bare minimum to continue to allow the harvest to grow.
She has learned a good grasp of mechanics from having to fix her own tools and equipment around the farm over the years. This, of course, is limited to items outside of the farm but she can follow the makeup of circuits with little to no trouble.
She is in top physical health from working every day without pause other than days she is sick. But even then she forces herself to do the bare minimum to continue to allow the harvest to grow.
She has learned a good grasp of mechanics from having to fix her own tools and equipment around the farm over the years. This, of course, is limited to items outside of the farm but she can follow the makeup of circuits with little to no trouble.
Property
- Basic Farm equipment
- H4PAD's Blaster Rifle ― Fathers Blaster Rifle
- MRC-890 Ion Custom ― Fathers Old bike
- 2B-Series protocol droid ― Currently deactivated
