Rose's Origin

Rose is not a good person.

She was raised to be a hero, but could care less. She's not here to stop a robbery, or defeat the villain of the week. No one has ever done anything for her, so why should she care? She tried to do the whole hero gig- but it didn't exactly work out. She moved out of her city, and into the woods, building a self sustainable cabin. Every day was the same, but it was better than what the city would give her. She would wake up at dusk, tend to her garden, go foraging, and explore her area, finding out every secret of the woods. Any extra time was spent on creating necessities, such as blankets, preserves, or baskets. She would go to sleep several hours after sunrise, and sleep throughout the day in order to avoid running into anyone else. This went on for days, then months, then years, until she had been living by herself for four years. She repeated the same cycle the entire time, content in her loneliness. She had only hurt people before, so it was safer like this. She went to sleep at her usual time, and then woke up later- but not at dusk. There had been a knock. Then another one. She slowly got out of bed, her hands glowing with energy, as she floated, approaching the door. Her eyes glowed as she scowled. Four years of peace, and it gets interrupted now? The door was kicked open, and she was met with a singular, glowing purple eye glaring back at her. The man opened his mouth to speak, but no words left before he collapsed directly onto the doorway. Rose looked at him, contemplating her options. She wasn't a murderer, but he *did* trespass. The man looked odd, and otherworldly. He had a small pair of wings attached to his back, his left hand was reptilian and the right half of his face was covered in... something. He looked ill and malnourished. Taking pity on him, Rose dragged him inside, careful to remove his sword. She sat next to him, eyes ablaze, until he woke up several hours later. He slowly came to, and looked at her on edge. She loomed above him, energy dripping out of her hands and onto the floor, singeing her floor. Her eyes glowed a fierce purple.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my forest?"