Rosanna

Witch/Healer

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by CyraEm

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

Tall, but sturdy. A thick woman buried in layers and layers of wool clothing; dresses and leggings and coats, mostly in dark grays and browns. Dusty dark brown hair constantly pinned back. Plain-faced, with a mottled complexion, tired eyes, and a stern nose. Slow in her movements, almost laborious, but incredibly strong for her size.

Powers: Able to extract poison from veins, aid and abet a person's natural healing processes, mend bones and re-seal flesh with magic, conjure small fires, create temporary protective shields, cast protective spells over a dwelling or structure, cast temporary cloaking charms over dwellings and structures, and pull water from the air. All magic requires at the very least a verbal cue, and in almost every case some sort of short ritual.

Personality

Plain-spoken, and deeply religious. She is a practiced healer since her youth. She was trained by her mother along with her sisters, and so holds a high reverence for her abilities and for tradition. Has sworn herself to charity, service, chastity and asceticism. She finds all forms of flamboyance or fancy dress to be proud and arrogant, and finds most modern entertainment frivolous and a waste of time, but will never voice her opinion out loud and doesn't judge a person by these indulgences. However, a failure to act to help others or an ambivalence towards other people in any capacity or situation, no matter how justified, will set her off, as will an act of promiscuity (the old-school definition; e.g. holding hands out of wedlock, men and women being alone in a room together). Once angered she tends to have a fit and walk off without listening to explanations or reason. Holds a grudge for a very long time.

Equipment

1. A pouch containing two dozen different stones which she uses to heal.

2. A rucksack containing several books related to her craft, candles, flint, scraps of men's clothing, flax, a vial of rosewater, a vial with a few dead beatles inside, and soap.

3. Several small knives made of silver, iron, and copper.

History

Born in a small village in a heavily wooded area, Rosanna, along with her sisters Remembrance and Abitha, was trained by their mother to be a healer and to use magic. The community she grew up in were a form of Puritan Pagans, very earth-based and strict. She thrived in the village until her twenties, when she was made to choose between a life as a monastic or getting married. Although under much pressure from her sisters to settle down with them, she chose the monastic life and set out on the year-long mission required of all new monks. While on the road she got tangled up in a territory war and, for the first time, had to use her magic defensively. While she had been taught defensive magic early on, and instructed to use it to save lives, she suffered an intense conflict of self at having participated in such a violent battle. She fled home and fell into penitent grieving, fasting and praying for weeks on end, wearing thorns and pulling out her hair. While she stood still, the climate around her changed, and soon her home was threatened by outside forces. Faced with the potential loss of her sanctuary she lashed out, causing numerous casualties on the other side and successfully driving the enemy away. Realizing how far she had fallen from her former heights, she helped rebuild, and then set out into the world. She now helps others as a form of penance for her wrongdoing and selfishness. But out of the shelter of her order, the multiverse is incredibly foreign and hard to pallete.

Rosanna's Story

# The Ruins, 2010-09-05 07:07:38, as written by CyraEm
entered the bar as quietly as she could. She was exhausted. She slipped into the nearest booth and tipped a few vials out of her bag onto the table.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 10:00:41, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna walked into the bar with slow, heavy limbs. She hadn't eaten and was exhausted. She couldn't sleep yet, but she could at least allow herself a seat. She found a booth in the closest corner, and heaved into it, tipping a few vials out of her bag.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 10:05:18, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna began breaking wax off of one of the candles that had tumbled out and rolling it between her fingers. She glanced about the room at the other patrons. Most had their heads down, except for one girl singing on the far side of the room. Altogether though, it was quieter than it usually was on these nights, and she said a small prayer for that.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 10:30:00, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna starting mixing things from her pack on the table. She was trying to focus, but the blessing required a lot. Eventually she finished, swept the small pile off the table and into a pocket, and moved towards the bar. She lifted a hand for the bartender's attention.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 10:48:35, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna She spoke as boldly as she was capable. "Excuse me. If you could, I would much appreciate water, and any bread you can part with." she said. She angled herself up onto the entirely too tall stool.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 10:53:26, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna "No problem, really. It's just that you're the only one working, from what I can see." Rosanna kept her gaze averted, out of manners. She mixed some vinegar from one of her pockets in with the water, and gulped down the now aacidic solution.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 11:11:34, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna smiled quietly to herself. Much as she disliked crowds, it was always nicer when a place was full. People exuded a nice hum when together.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 11:15:40, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna began to eat, painstakingly pulling every piece apart and dousing it in the vinegar and olive oil. She noticed the two large men who had just entered and watched them over her shoulder despite herself.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 11:23:00, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna sat watching the gruff hulking men when she noticed a lanky young boy creeping around behind one. She could tell already his plans, but couldn't move fast enough to take any action. She turned and reached a hand to stop him as his hand made contact, but her side lit up in pain and she succeeded only in falling off her stool.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 11:31:04, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna looked up from her new place on the floor to see a resolved situation and a colorful bird. So she'd fallen for nothing, she thought. She got to her feet and stood, holding herself, just out of the gorilla-men's reach, staring. They were peculiar, and she felt ridiculous fro trying to protect them a moment before.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 11:44:56, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna was transfixed still, but coming back to reality. She realized how sore she was, and gripped the bar so she wouldn't faint. She needed to sleep. She silently made her way upstairs and found an unlocked room.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 18:51:07, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna stepped out of the stairwell with sleep still in her eyes. The sudden change in volume from the steps to the bar was inviting, although a bit jarring, as she searched for a place to sit.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 18:55:24, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna wandered around the room, careful not to intrude on any circles. Failing to find any empty booths, she turned to the one now on her right, the one seating Arya Tyan. "Do you mind if I join you?" She gestured around the full room.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 19:10:56, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna shifted from one leg to another. Perhaps she hadn't been heard. "Excuse me." she said to Arya Tyan "May I sit here?" She withdrew a bit.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 19:20:40, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna looked up from the booth towards the fight. That kind of racket wasn't uncommon for Gambit's and so she hadn't noticed. Now, with Marcthew Beldamme yelling to the room she felt ashamed and hurried to where he was kneeling. "Yes, I'm a healer. How severe?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 19:24:05, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna dumped her bag's contents onto the floor and searched until she found the vial of rosewater. Then she rushed to Enda's side. "It's dead now, let me help."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 19:34:52, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna worked quickly, pouring the glittering liquid into the wound. As she worked her hands glowed, and the wounds began to seal themselves. "At least you're alright. Flesh and broken bones I can handle. Much worse and I could have only made you comfortable."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 19:50:57, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna Rosanna finished her work, leaving only a slight scar where the wound had been. "I'm sorry I can't do more, Miss. I'm not quite at full capacity."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 19:57:14, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna "No ma'am." she said, "service is free. I'm a monastic. I couldn't accept your money." She smiled and sat back in a nearby chair, leaning forward to collect her things off the floor.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-06 20:07:46, as written by CyraEm
Rosanna "Madeva?" she was curious. "I've never heard of Madeva. Is it quite far?"