Name: Rhoziel "Rose" Embaran Age: 20 Nationality: Tempe Marineer (Navorin, South Tempe Peninsula) Role: Villager (Volunteer Militia / Healer) -Always gives her full effort, even when unsure of herself -She likes rough textures and often kneads soil, bark, or hair absently -She’ll act in a crisis, but only after a breath and a prayer -Her bonds to home and kin are absolute Rose hails from a logging village nestled near the edge of the Tempe wildlands, surrounded by a patchwork of ashwood groves, marshy floodplains, and palisaded villages. Her people maintain the land with controlled burns, believing fire to be both a destroyer and a healer. Rose was raised as a firetender’s apprentice, learning how to pace the flames that rejuvenate the forest floor, and how to read the smoke for signs of health or danger. She's fond of the typical feminine stuff, but border tensions and rogue wildlife have made defense everyone’s duty. Like many in the region, she can wield an axe as easily as a ladle. When trouble stirs beyond the tree line, be it beasts, raiders, or stranger things, she carries the flame her ancestors entrusted to her. That flame, both literal and symbolic, may yet burn far brighter than her modest beginnings suggest. -Wears charred wood charms for protection -Carries two flint stones, even in dress clothes -Talks to forest spirits under her breath (especially when alone) -Hums old fire songs while chopping wood -Only eats berries after thanking the bush