Name: Rose Maureen Malcolm Player: Lisa Chronicle: "Fate's Warning" Nature: Survivor Demeanor: Leader Shadow:

PERSONALITY: Rose was a very physical, spirited, feisty, determined, and unconventional girl in life, and in death she has turned this energy to fuel her Passions. She believes her baby daughter Rhiannon to be dead, and because Rhiannon was killed before she could be baptized, Rose believes she became a Spectre when she died. It is for this reason that Rose is a Doomslayer. She HAS to find her daughter Rhiannon amoung the ranks of the Spectres, and either try to turn her to the light, or kill her and send her there, herself. She will not rest until this has been accomplished, and is determined to exact her revenge on the O'Flannerys for her and her daughter's murders along the way.

Don't stand in Rose's way or she will mow you over to get where she wants to go. She has incredible stamina, and feels no pain when in a berzerker rage. She tends to come off as a bossy leader, but this is only the result of her determination to get done what needs to get done. She brought her skill with animals and animal-equipment with her, and has since learned to wield a sword and sickle with great skill. She feels as sorry for the Spectres she kills as she does hate them.

HISTORY: Rose Maureen Malcolm was born in Dalkeith, Scotland-- on the outskirts of Edinburgh-- in 1885 to Jonathon and Bonnie Malcolm. Her mother suffered from diabetes, and wasn't able to live long after Rose's birth, so her father was the only parent she knew. Her father was the town jester and drunk, and Rose found herself in the role of the parent at an early age. Her father was a jovial and kind man, and one of the finest horse-handlers in the county of Lothian. Before Rose's birth, Jonathon attracted the attention of the laird of the land-- McDowell-- and was given the job of looking after the laird's many horses, and was allowed to pasture his own horses with the laird's.

Rose learned early and quickly the art of handling horses so she could assist her father, seeing as how the older Rose got, the more responsibility he gave over to her so he could spend more time in the pubs. When Rose turned 18, the laird appointed her official assistant horse handler-- a title for which she was very proud. She enjoyed the solitude of the pastures, and had no plans of finding a husband. It was at this time that the old laird died, leaving all his land to his daughter Madeleine.

Madeleine had married an Irishman named Michael O'Flannery 23 years earlier, moved to his estates in Ireland, and given birth to a son named James. Upon her father's death, she and her husband and James and his wife Shannon moved back to Dalkeith to take control of her father's lands. Madeleine always had a smile on her face, and Michael seemed to take kindly to everyone, but privately they bad-mouthed the town-- most of the residents farmers and sheepherders-- and exhibited quick tempers to their staff. Their only child James had grown up quite spoiled, and married Shannon-- the most-beautiful daughter of their wealthiest neighbor. After 3 years and still no children, James had grown bored and disappointed with Shannon, and she became very depressed and sullen. It was no secret that James was not faithful to his wife.

James was an eye-catching young man with dark blond hair, and striking sky-blue eyes that he inherited from his mother. He caught sight of Rose just as the newly-risen sun was illuminating her fire-red hair as she turned to see who he was. They were both breathless at the site of each other, and approached and spoke with one another for hours. Finding that neither one was looking for a committed relationship, but were more than willing to show each other a good time, they began an intense affair that ended when Rose became pregnant with Jame's child. James rode out of Rose's life as abruptly as he had ridden in, for fear the the town would connect him to Rose's pregnancy. As for Rose, she figured her child's father was no one's business but her own, and kept her pregnany a secret from everyone but her father and relatives.

During the 9 months of pregnancy, James paced and pondered for hours about how he finally had a child who could be his heir to land in two countries-- a child his wife could never give him. When Rose gave birth to a daughter who she named Rhiannon-- a name known in folk-religion-- James went to his parents and admitted his paternity. His mother was irate that he would get a peasant pregnant, and she and her husband stormed about the manor for days-- the sounds of yelling and glass breaking echoing down the halls. Finally the pair reached a decision on what they should do about the situation, and gave their guards instructions.

Rose was sitting in her rocking chair, rocking and singing to Rhiannon as she held her in her arms-- her father asleep in the next room-- when the guards broke in and found the mother and daughter. Ripping Rhiannon from Rose's arms as she shrieked and fended off the best she could, the guards knocked Rose unconscious and stole from the house. When Rose came to, she ran out the front door and saw a sight that froze her to the bone: her baby's blanket and bonnet drenched in blood, laying on the doorstep. With the shriek of a wildwoman, she mounted the nearest horse and rode in her nightdress to the manor. Sneaking in the servants' entry, she found a butcher's knife and continued into the manor-- her hair and eyes wild. Hearing voices, she peeked around a corner and saw Michael O'Flannery and two of his men standing in the entryway. Losing control, she ran at Michael with the knife clutched above her head and screaming like a banshee. She never made it to him; two bullets from the guards' pistols piercing her chest and abdomen, knocking her to the floor and killing her in minutes. Her blood pooled underneath her on the stone floor, and her open eyes seemed to fix on Michael even in death. The year was 1904.

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