| Full Name |
Rose Emerson |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Gunslinger 1 |
| Gender |
Female |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
21 |
| Special Abilities |
Shootin' |
| Alignment |
Neutral |
| Deity |
As if. |
| Location |
Saloon |
| Languages |
Talkin' |
| Occupation |
Shootin' Critters |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
18 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
12 |
| Wisdom |
14 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Rose Emerson
Rose was born in Taldor, the daughter of a noble princess from House Durahan and a pirate from the Shackles. She spent her childhood learning the proper way to move about in high society, and shortly before becoming of age, she ran away to find her biological father. Since then she has found a home of sorts among the rough and tumble people of the Shackles. Rose has become somewhat rough around the edges, resembling nothing of the young girl that left the Taldan nobility years ago.
"Howdy y'all! Rowdy Rose here! I'm happier than a possum on a gumball to be here, and pleased to meet ya! (Unless'n yer a lowdown lilly-livered slaver..) in which case WE GOT OURSELVES A MAJOR PROBLEM! Any of you chuckwagons yeller enough to make yer money on the back of the workin' man? (pause for effect). Now that that's settled, I'd like ta introduce you to my little darlin' Rosita Conchita! Y'all just set 'em up, and she and I will knock 'em down! I may not smell or look like a rose, but iff'n yeh get close enough, you'll feel my thorns. Now lets go out and get us some varmints!"
