Rosen Peace
Jan 7, 2024 11:31:58 GMT -5
Post by Rosen Peace on Jan 7, 2024 11:31:58 GMT -5
Gender: Male
Age: Roughly 2,500~ years (23 before death)
Race: Undead Zombie (Sylvan Elf before death)
Nationality: King's Valley
Appearance: Black short-medium hair thats been shaven to small length on one side with white eyes. On their face, a bandage patch placed on the left side of their jaw hiding the exposed bone. The right eye has been replaced by a rose bud but its usually hidden under his hair. Decorating the face and body overall are various grown flowers to cover the wounds and gashes of their undead body. On his head where the hair is shaven, a dagger is plunged deep into his cranium. However, there are small hearts painted on the blade itself and small roots and stems that end in bloomed flowers around the dagger. He has an average build being 5"2. His left arm and hands are all bone with vines and flowers grown around them. Rosen's midsection is stitched together with an obvious line of a clean cut. His right thigh missing an entire piece of flesh, exposing the bone. In terms of clothing, Rosen wears a pink sweater with a burnt hole on the left sleeve that exposes his skeletal arm. On the hands, black fingerless gloves to hide more scarring. To finish off, he has on light blue shorts with pink and white tights that go up to the thigh, still exposing their wound on the left thigh.
Personality: Rosen has a very optimistic, bubbly, and carefree personality. Easily gullible, Rosen isn't the smartest being in the world and will believe anyone. Though, the souls that stay with him spend their time making sure the body they share with Rosen doesn't go to waste. Curious about the new world around him, he tries to be social and learn but being an undead, most run or fight. Sharing his body with the hivemind of plant life that has grown within him, Rosen no longer needs to feed on living beings and will often be basking in the sunlight as a means to calm that dark appetite. Though it'd be wise to make sure he is satiated before nightfall
History: Before Rosen's death, he was known as Ozzy Creselia. In the times of the Rune Wars, Ozzy was a simple gardener. He lived a pretty normal life. His parents were good folk, the village he lived in was full of wonderful people, and the ongoing war had yet to affect their home. Though, things changed when Darius became enraged. The rebel army had executed Dante, the next in line for the throne and Dante's eldest son. So, in an act of vengeance, Darius ordered their army to burn and loot every village in Charon. That included Ozzy's home. The army came and devastated the poor town, leaving nothing behind. Ozzy, merely tending to their crops and planting a new import of exotic plants, was horribly disfigured. Firebolts, arrows, and the swinging of blades and daggers met Ozzy's body. The death of this village, all to quell the mad king's rage... Time passed by since then: The fall of Darius, the crowning of Emanious, the tensions between the three kingdoms. Ozzy's home was long forgotten in the King's Valley, the desecrate ruins of a humble village with its populous of dead town members. Then, by happenstance and sheer chance, a lone necromancer was running through, attempting to flee from the Knights of Duros. In need of a quick distraction, the necrotic sorcerer brought this village to life, animating the long dead villagers and even restoring their bodies somewhat. Serving simple commands, the zombified villagers attacked the knights, losing their new life as quick as they got it. For Ozzy, however, his body was among his garden. The garden itself actually teeming with wild flora. With the passing necromancer's arcane spell, Ozzy rose once more, though he wasn't the only thing in that garden to came back to life. The many seeds he had before his untimely demise had also come back, sprouting in the hallow corpse. By the time Ozzy came to, the reawakened villagers had already met their passing again, though their souls were as vengeful as ever. The villagers, not wanting to waste this opportunity that happened to befall on them, poured into the revived plantlife that grew inside the last undead elf. And so, Ozzy rose again, voices that were barely recognizable flooding his head.
Age: Roughly 2,500~ years (23 before death)
Race: Undead Zombie (Sylvan Elf before death)
Nationality: King's Valley
Appearance: Black short-medium hair thats been shaven to small length on one side with white eyes. On their face, a bandage patch placed on the left side of their jaw hiding the exposed bone. The right eye has been replaced by a rose bud but its usually hidden under his hair. Decorating the face and body overall are various grown flowers to cover the wounds and gashes of their undead body. On his head where the hair is shaven, a dagger is plunged deep into his cranium. However, there are small hearts painted on the blade itself and small roots and stems that end in bloomed flowers around the dagger. He has an average build being 5"2. His left arm and hands are all bone with vines and flowers grown around them. Rosen's midsection is stitched together with an obvious line of a clean cut. His right thigh missing an entire piece of flesh, exposing the bone. In terms of clothing, Rosen wears a pink sweater with a burnt hole on the left sleeve that exposes his skeletal arm. On the hands, black fingerless gloves to hide more scarring. To finish off, he has on light blue shorts with pink and white tights that go up to the thigh, still exposing their wound on the left thigh.
Personality: Rosen has a very optimistic, bubbly, and carefree personality. Easily gullible, Rosen isn't the smartest being in the world and will believe anyone. Though, the souls that stay with him spend their time making sure the body they share with Rosen doesn't go to waste. Curious about the new world around him, he tries to be social and learn but being an undead, most run or fight. Sharing his body with the hivemind of plant life that has grown within him, Rosen no longer needs to feed on living beings and will often be basking in the sunlight as a means to calm that dark appetite. Though it'd be wise to make sure he is satiated before nightfall
History: Before Rosen's death, he was known as Ozzy Creselia. In the times of the Rune Wars, Ozzy was a simple gardener. He lived a pretty normal life. His parents were good folk, the village he lived in was full of wonderful people, and the ongoing war had yet to affect their home. Though, things changed when Darius became enraged. The rebel army had executed Dante, the next in line for the throne and Dante's eldest son. So, in an act of vengeance, Darius ordered their army to burn and loot every village in Charon. That included Ozzy's home. The army came and devastated the poor town, leaving nothing behind. Ozzy, merely tending to their crops and planting a new import of exotic plants, was horribly disfigured. Firebolts, arrows, and the swinging of blades and daggers met Ozzy's body. The death of this village, all to quell the mad king's rage... Time passed by since then: The fall of Darius, the crowning of Emanious, the tensions between the three kingdoms. Ozzy's home was long forgotten in the King's Valley, the desecrate ruins of a humble village with its populous of dead town members. Then, by happenstance and sheer chance, a lone necromancer was running through, attempting to flee from the Knights of Duros. In need of a quick distraction, the necrotic sorcerer brought this village to life, animating the long dead villagers and even restoring their bodies somewhat. Serving simple commands, the zombified villagers attacked the knights, losing their new life as quick as they got it. For Ozzy, however, his body was among his garden. The garden itself actually teeming with wild flora. With the passing necromancer's arcane spell, Ozzy rose once more, though he wasn't the only thing in that garden to came back to life. The many seeds he had before his untimely demise had also come back, sprouting in the hallow corpse. By the time Ozzy came to, the reawakened villagers had already met their passing again, though their souls were as vengeful as ever. The villagers, not wanting to waste this opportunity that happened to befall on them, poured into the revived plantlife that grew inside the last undead elf. And so, Ozzy rose again, voices that were barely recognizable flooding his head.