As far as fae go, Rose is arguably one of the kinder ones. Though her wishes come with bite and her eyes glimmer with mischief, she's not filled with the same malicious intent as some are. She's sweet in her own way, fond of children and forest animals, and willing to offer a hand in service to those she spies being kind to her favourites. She's careful and deliberate with her plants, patient beyond words when coaxing new sprouts into the sun, lips forming whispered compliments to draw the fresh blooms out. But, at the same time the fae is deliberately contrary, a capricious creature who seeks her own entertainment when bored, and tries to pull any unsuspecting sap into her plans too.

A trickster at heart, Rose has an easy laugh and a quick smile. Humour in her friends is a necessary trait, or at least an ability to laugh at oneself. Flirtatious when she wants to be, or when someone catches her eye, that laughing smile can easily turn into a coquettish smirk, that mischievous glimmer in her gaze replaced with one of interest. The fae is adept at conveying meaning through a smile or shift in her expression. She's rarely the loudest in the area, able to listen to others speak without the need to insert her two-cents every second. In fact, at times she will merely listen to others, especially if a tale is being told. Rose enjoys quiet moments in solitude where her mind enjoy the quiet, or when the only sound is the soft hum of her voice as she sings under her breath.

Like her kindred, lies stall on her tongue. Rose can only speak the truth, or what she may believe to be true. Like others of her species she has learned to weave her words to trick and waylay those too slow to see the deceit, lying by omission or only offering half truths. Yet, Rose is still young for a fae, and not always infallible. She has tripped over her tongue in the past, and she doesn't plan on being caught out again. At times, Rose will take delight in irritating others, deliberately avoiding the answer they're seeking just so she can see their impatience build. Other times, the fae will gift those she likes with their answers spoken straight. She's knowledgeable in her own way, well-read, and quick to grasp new concepts. When she has the will, Rose can be an enjoyable partner to speak with.

Her loyalty can be ambiguous at times, her devotions shifting with her mood or perceived advantages. Slightly vain, complimenting the fae might earn a smile, though her favour is less easily given. However, despite her seemingly whimsical allegiance, Rose will never fail to keep a promise. Honour is important among fae, and Rose will follow through on any promise to the letter. Of course, like her wishes there's no guarantee that said promise won't be carried out with as much irony as possible. When dealing with Rose, it's always important to close any and all loopholes. Especially, if you've angered her. Though Rose is slow to anger, once there the grudge will not quickly be forgotten nor easily remedied.

Acanthia was born on the southern border of Eriborough, where Eriborough meets Southege and skies of gryphons are replaced by gleaming pegasi. Her home was a forest, deep within glades of willow trees and sparkling springs of fresh water. Other fae lived there too, their own small community among the trees. Acanthis had parents and grandparents, age-old fae who, it was said, could create a full forest overnight if they had wanted. They didn't, content within the borders of their ancient woods. Life was not boring for the young fae. There were skills to be learned, plants to watch grow, and the occasional clumsy human to trick. Other mythical creatures visited occasionally, passing through or coming to trade. Acanthia is sure that some of the finely crafted Fae-wares have found their way to many a market, their price steep for the risk of the merchants in acquiring anything from the fair folk was never cheap.

From a young age curiosity nagged at the young fae. Quick and small, she would often fly from branch to branch to the edge of the woods, where larger roads saw the common folk traveling more often than the thin paths that wound through the forest. It was there that the seemingly unexceptional merchant saved her life. Caught on the edge of the forests, Acanthia fell pray to a hunter's trap. She escaped, barely, and quickly tumbled into the cart of a nearby merchant. She asked the man to hide her. Being in her true form made the task relatively easy, and the man's following lies when the hunter eventually arrived in search, saw her remain safe. Until, it appeared that the man knew more about fae than she had counted on. Acanthia had planned on offering him a wish in return, but he countered and replied that saving her life meant she was now indebted to him. From one trap to another it would seem, but at least the merchant only offered enslavement rather than death.

He named her Rose, for the beautiful petals of the flower, rather than the deceiving thorns. Despite the reasons for her travels, Rose was curious about the sights they passed and people they met. Rose was pulled along from town to town, tasked with performing mundane wishes that barely made the merchant flinch when they went awry. She was content with waiting for a chance to complete her debt, perhaps hoping the merchant might make a wish she might twist until he released her from her debt so that she might fix it. Yet, before she could be freed, the merchant received an offer for the young fae he couldn't refuse. Having heard the rumours of the merchant's fae, none other than Lady Kerrigan came seeking the fae. Rose was transferred from merchant to noble, thin half-iron bands forged and placed on her wrists to ensure her cooperation, and the threat of an iron-bared cell looming in the air should she become unwieldy.

Rose might not have been quite what Lady Kerrigan expected, and certainly Lord Kerrigan was not pleased with his wife's newest purchase. Yet, he knew tales of the power one could hold over a fairy if you knew their true name, and set about discovering what he could so that he might overcome Rose's nasty habit of turning wishes sour. She's been with the Kerrigan's a few years now, intertwining herself in the lives of the family and their servants. She's particularly fond of the children, always attempts to entice wishes or glean secrets from them. If that doesn't work she's usually happy merely to chat. Rose is looking forward to the coming celebrations, which she was delighted to be told she would be attending with the household. Who knows, perhaps she'll find someone naive enough to make a big wish and then sit back and enjoy the mayhem that results.