~Doctor Rhoslyn. S. Sol~
"~Books give a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything~"
"Rhoslyn's Theme"
Name~ Rhoslyn Sabel Sol
Gender~ Female
Height~ 5,8ft
Hair Colour~ Mousy Brown
Eye Colour~ Bright Azure
Voice~ Sophisticated, warm, resonating
Scent~ Rosey and herbal
Appearance:Rhoslyn's midnight black hair cascades into a beautifully tied pattern, flowing seemingly like a waterfall
with but a few strands out of place, this is no more striking than her eyes which hold a distant dreamy
look within them, they scan her surroundings with purpose and whenever they meet the gaze of another
they held within them an eerily knowing look of piercing azure, her eyebrows arched over the curve before
dispersing onto the bridge of her dainty nose. Plump, her lips had the strangest to them as she smiles.
Her figure is petite and shapely, her skin is a moonlight pale like a porcelain ornament and just as fragile.
She isn't tall but not short either, standing at 5,8ft.
Personality: Rhoslyn is exceptionally bright for her age, having studied a great many topics she is a natural academic.
What drives her is her desire to learn and experience new things, always seeking the next fascinating topic
to delve into. Her curious nature combined with her keen intellect have taken her far, but she still has a way
to go. One of her biggest noticeable traits is her kindness and willingness to help, while fearful of a great
many things she often braves these, and will help wherever she can.
Traits:Driven by a sense of immense curiosity and frustratation of misunderstanding, her mind is as keen and sharp
as a freshly forge sword, analytical and acute she studies everything she can in great detail. Possessing great
intelligence and insight Rhoslyn tends to be more bookwormish than most, with that a lack awareness of her
surroundings has set in, making her a huge flump, who daydreams far to much.
Background: Rhoslyn was born on Oerth, in a remote location to wealthy parents, who vanished while she was but a child.
The house keeper raised Rhoslyn and her two younger sisters alone. Isolated from the rest of the world the girls
became near on unseperable, Rhoslyn had a keen mind, Amelia a beautiful voice, and Igraine a heart of gold.
Living in a large manner, with equally large grounds was a blessing as the house came with plenty of space for
their imaginations to run wild, a fully stocked library for Rhoslyn's curiosity, a woodlands for Igraines animals and
music room for Amelia.
The peace they had would not last with the onset of war, and what follows war is blame and recovery, witch hunters,
angry mobs and even those in positions of power looked to anything to vent their angers, and blame those who were
innocent. Blinded by their own sense of loss and grief following the wars conclusion, a group of deserters found their
way to the manner, lead by a witch hunter who had riled up the nearby settlements. The three isolated girls would be
easy pickings to collect the bounties on witches. Night fell the men moved in, both sadly and luckily finding only little
Igraine there.
Angry at the single isolated Igraine, the men beat her till she was black and blue, demanding to know where her sisters
were, to which Igraine never replied, she was eventually carted off to who knows where, and not seen by her grief stricken
sisters for another year, who searched high and low for her, to little avail.
