ROSE [Lt of the 4th]

Subject: ROSE [Lt of the 4th] Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:16 pm

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☣ ROSE
”-THE PETALS ARE TAINTED, THE THORNS TOUCHED WITH BLOOD-”

Shinigami Encyclopedia

BIRTH NAME: Claire Stratteli. Her name has become a distant mumble in the back of her mind. The woman she was is now no more. So there is no need for any reminders of that past, even her given name. When you first come into the spirit world, there are no records; meaning you can shape yourself into who you want to be.
SHINIGAMI ALIAS: Rose
GENDER: Female
AGE: 200
BIRTH DATE: October 6th
RANK STATUS: Semi-Elite

AFFILIATED DIVISION: 4th Division

APPEARANCE: Rose, like the flower itself, is easy on the eyes. Even though being a good looking woman comes with perks, Rose sometimes gets irritated by the actions men tend to display while around her; whether that be sweet-talking or kiss-assing. Now lets start from the top. Her hair is a feature of hers that she both loves and hates. Rose has very very thick hair. Not only that but it's very long, and some mornings resembles a lions mane. Despite that hassle she keeps it rather long. Golden locks cascade down past her breasts almost to the small of her back. Many layers have been cut into her hair to take out some of the bulk. The shortest cuts being around her face and in the form of long bangs that fall past her nose, parted slightly off centre. Her hair has a natural wave to it, like the ocean's tide, and sometimes it flips in many parts, creating a wild messy look. She also adorns her hair with various sized braids. The majority of Rose's hair is a sandy blonde colour which has a rather healthy sheen to it. The lower half of Roses hair is a rich and vibrant red colour, which is mostly covered by blonde locks of hair. Though the red tends to peek out when the wind rustles through it or simply when her natural waves set in and the red curls out to be viewed. She's not much into tying her hair back. The only times you'll see Rose do that is when she's serious in a battle or simply hard at work in the medical wings.

Another striking feature of Rose's, if not her most stand out feature is her eyes. Yes, Rose's eyes acquired an odd hue to them once she entered the spirit world. Once a forest green color in life, her eyes shifted their hue to a more crimson colour. Don't ask her why, she knows as much as each person that passes by. She could only have theories, some which involve her being under the influence of hallucinogens and other substances at the time of her death. What ever the cause, her eyes are rather pretty, or creepy, depending on how you view them. Only those who have gazed deep into her eyes could see the traces and flecks of violet that meld into the red of her Iris. Her almond shaped eyes are framed by long dark lashes, signifying her youthful look. Rose loves the colour red, so she tends to dress up her eyes with white shadow on her lids, dark shadow on the outer half of her lower lash line, pin up style black eye liner and mascara. Many times will you see her eyes bloodshot, usually after she tends to her...herbs.

Her complexion could be described as 'flawless' or 'doll-like' with little or no signs of blemishes or acne. Her skin is an ivory colour with some natural rosiness to it, healthy and glowing with a hint of sun kissed tan (and tan lines). Though her skin isn't perfection. Over her right eye are three scars, which are slightly faded. Her arms and legs all have various scars and scrapes, each telling their own story. She also has a few beauty marks. One being right by her right collarbone and another on her hip. Rose has a button nose, which thankfully, isn't a beak. Her lips are plump or 'kiss-able' as others put it. If someone were to get a kiss on the cheek from Rose you would see marks of the red lipstick Rose wears left behind. Her smile is charming with a set of pearly strait teeth. Her face shape being more on the rounded side, giving her a softer, more feminine look with no sharply defined chin or cheek bones that stick out. Her skin is soft and velvety to the touch. Then again she's always putting on her hemp lotion. She likes to keep herself in good hygiene, and thats how its gonna stay.

Her body is well toned, granting her flexibility and strength (probably from the Yoga). Her bust is rather plump and can hold the title of 'Large'; holding a nice round shape to them, firm but soft, her most developed 'asset' which stands out compared to the other smaller sized women of the world. Even if it's unintentional she tends to show a bit of cleavage with what ever she wears, even if the shirt doesn't scoop that low. You can roughly give an estimate of a DD or E cup. Moving downwards her waist dips in nicely then curves out to her hips, giving her that desired curvy, hour glass figure that most women envy. Her bottom round and toned (mostly from squats). Her stomach mostly flat and firm. Moving down a bit more you'll see her thighs are a bit thick but hold quite a bit of muscle tone and weight in them, giving them their size. What does this usually result in? Hard ass kicks thats what. Fun note, She is also left handed and her artistic abilities granted her steady hands. Her nails painted red of course.

One thing that most likely has Rose set apart from many people out of the Gotei 13 is her Tattoos. Most of Rose's tattoos are probably the only thing left that connects her to her past life, in the realm of the living. Rose has an Asian dragon tattoo on her collarbone going down her forearm. She also has a banzai tree with a red sun behind it on the inside of her lower arm. Clouds fill in the space between the tree and the dragon, making it a full sleeve on her left arm. She also has a koi fish tattoo on one of her legs, Above her dragon tattoo on her collarbone are a couple of red roses that go on the side and back of her neck. On her right arm is a half sleeve of a combination of roses and vines with red colours used in it. This floral tattoo extends a bit onto her shoulder blade as well. A few cherry blossom petals can be found on the right side of her hip.

If you asked Rose if she would get more tattoos, she would say yes in a heartbeat. Her body is her temple, and she has decorated it with memories and beauty. In addition to her tattoos Rose has her belly button pierced along with three piercings on each ear and the left side of her lip as well. She also has a dermal right by her left eye. It's safe to say that Rose gives off a 'bad girl' vibe with all of her piercing and tattoos. It would be a lie if she said that no one has gotten intimidated by her look, though no matter what anyone would say Rose isn't ashamed of how she looks nor would she try to hide it. If you are close enough to Rose your nose will be in for a treat. Like many girls Rose enjoys her fragrances. In fact she has a counter full of various yummy scents. She alternates fragrances each day, giving her no signature sent (aside from the traces of Marijuana smoke that clings to her hair and clothes.)

When it comes to Rose's Uniform, it definitely isn't the standard uniform. To say at least she's stuck to the glorious colours of black and white (with a bit of red). In her line of work involving medical procedures, big loose sleeves of the Shinigami robes just get in the way. So Rose opted for her own (tighter) variation which includes a pair of black short shorts (because she didn't want to opt for a skirt). Attatched to these shorts is a lil bag where she keeps her 'goodies'. Rose wears a dark red V-neck tank to. In all honesty Rose didn't want to just toss away the entire standard shinigami uniform, so she wore a peice of it. Removing and hemming the sleeves and cutting it off at about her hips she wore the piece as a vest, the ends frayed. She had two sets of belts around her waist. Each with their own compartments which held little odds and ends for long travels. One belt adorned with a metal plate with the flower of the 4th division. A red scarf is also used as a belt at times, cinching in her clothing around her waist. Depending on the day Rose may or may not wear a pair of fingerless gloves. Some days she'll wear the traditional Shinigami sandals, other days she'll wear a pair of knee high boots, black of course.

Rose's reiatsu is interesting to say the least. As you can probably expect, the colour it gives off is a rich shade of Crimson with flecks of light and dark shades of violet. Thick and wafting like smoke around her. Some would say that its connected to the creative side of her mind. This being said because when Rose shows her reiatsu, the smoke like texture seems to waft and form in various images around her. The images are brief and break apart but never the less, they can be beautiful to watch. In rage they form dark satanic images, whether it be demons, the jaws of beasts or simply anything eerie. They say a persons reiatsu can tell you what they are like. Rose's gives off a more neutral demeanor, but the deeper you look into it you can sense that theres more darkness in her. A carefree exterior now shelters old pain and anguish, which she wishes will never surface again.

PERSONALITY:
When you take a look of this woman, covered in tattoos with a devious smirk, you have to ask yourself... Is this really the 4th Division LT?
The answer is yes. Even though this woman often is doubted, and appears too aloof for the spot of a Lt, someone somewhere in the ranks put faith in her. Was it a bad decision? Yea probably.

You didn't expect me to sugarcoat what she's like did you?

Now its time to learn a little bit on Rose. She is a six sided dice, never with just one side to her. She, without a doubt is heterosexual. Rose has always been attracted to men. All though, muscles, tattoos, dark hair and manly facial stubble tends to be her bane when it comes to physical traits. She never had such feelings for women nor does she intend to. She has nothing against homosexuals, in fact Rose is sickened by people who discriminate others on their sexuality. She doesn't get why others have to get all upset and project their views and lifestyles on people they probably will rarely see. In her eyes you are who you are; no one dictates your life but yourself. Thus, Be yourself and let others be who they are. Flaws, quirks and differences are what makes each individual unique. Otherwise we'd all be Mary Sues here. Plus who doesn't want to be fabulous~?

Another thing people may notice when they start to hang around Rose is her use of narcotics. Hey now being the lieutenant comes with some perks aka access to equipment to make said narcotics. The feeling of Euphoria is addicting as it is. Hints of marijuana smoke always cling to her, as its her favorite medicinal herb. Smoke it or eat it, doesn't matter to Rose. Plus who said it was illegal or anything in the Soul Society?
"There is no 'I' in weed, but there is a 'we', so share that shit"
Yea thats pretty much how Rose looks at it. You'll find that Rose is quite generous when it comes to passing around her bag of goodies. In all honesty Rose will share her bag of goodies with anyone. Human, Quincy, Arrancar, Shinigami, you name it. Even though the Soul Society most likely will not approve... They don't have to know. With this being said I bet you're questioning Rose's loyalty. Well Rose isn't owned, not even by the Soul Society. This doesn't mean that she's rebelling against the Soul Society, especially when she holds a spot in an important division. She's simply like a bird that's perched on a fence. When given orders, especially offensive ones, Rose will generally question or ask for reasoning behind said order. Loyalty and trust is not something you generally gain from Rose. It would take a great deal to get Rose to trust another. Because Rose knows that when it comes down to life itself, its everyone for themselves. Betrayal and backstabbing can happen to anyone... But then again friendships can form in the oddest places. We should note she's not the fondest of her captain

Its safe to say that Rose is a smart ass. One thing that sets her off is people who judge her. She may have a sarcastic attitude here or there (or most of the time) but generally its all in a joking manner unless you have pissed her off some how. Rose has a sense of humor, a perverted sense of humor at that. She tends to make a lot of dirty jokes or purposely plays into them just for the laugh. She doesn't take any perverted comments harshly unless they are extremely vulgar. She'll make the jokes a lot; whether its of herself or others, man or woman it doesn't matter. She is not a feminist to say the least. She tends to make fun of herself left right and center. She loves laughter and to make people chuckle with her. She's not the type to flat out insult others unless provoked. (But she's bad for peer pressuring others to try out her 'goodies') Theres the odd time that you'll see Rose snap with anger, it generally doesn't happen but 5/6 times its caused from her being to in sync with her zanpaktuto, who has a rather violent personality.

Rose is a natural flirt. She'll call people 'hun' or 'hot stuff' even if she barely knows them. Nothings wrong with a compliment, even if she's complimenting the enemy. Compliments tend to make others feel good about themselves, so whats wrong with that? A bad thing about this though is that people generally read too deep into her flirtatious ways, and often get disappointed when they find out she's not trying to lure them into her bed. As long as theres no touchy touchy, there will be no smacky smacky. Without a doubt she's a misleading flirt

Now Rose has a lack of patience. It can be seen as a negative trait in many aspects. But when it comes down to it Rose doesn't like to wait or be waiting on other people. She has this weird thing with regret. The 'I wish I did this when I had a chance' is almost like a pet peeve of hers. She doesn't want to have thoughts like that, and it pushed her to being impulsive or spontaneous if you want to call it; so obviously she would come to develop impatience with that mindset. She'll burst into meetings or disrupt your heart to heart, it doesn't matter to her when you've kept her waiting long enough. She actually admires people who have patience, this is probably why she likes hippies. Because aww heyy maaan, every things all cool with them.

When Rose sets her eyes on something she will become determined to get it. Whether learning a new trick or technique or to simply gain something from someone. It would take some rather large emotional strain to kill her determination inside. This determination inside of her will push her forwards to stand up for herself or for another. Sometimes her action displayed while being determined are described as 'Bold'. Rose has learned that she can achieve great things through her determination. With that she still clings onto this determination to overcome obstacles and challenges.

In all honesty Rose is kinda lazy at times. She's not one to do all the duties of the captain. She'll attend meetings, give her two cents. Maybe shes in a lil bit of a rocky start now. Don't be surprised if you see Rose shove some of her paperwork on a subordinate. Yea a bit of a bitch move, but at the end of the day (when that work gets done), That division member better be ready to party and loosen up. Because after all they deserve it no? The woman may be easy to talk to but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to be a bitch. Though that site is rare (or mistaken with her sarcasm) Rose can be mean when she has to. If provoked and pissed off enough, you'll hear some nasty words come from that pretty mouth of hers. Rose tends to swear more then she would like. Not very Lady like yes, but she's not exactly trying to act like a 'proper' lady.

Rose can (oddly) find pleasure from pain. Even though she tries to hide it sometimes fights can seem pleasurable in a sense. She believes she is sick sometimes for thinking such things however she cannot ignore it. When ever she's enjoying combat or other situations her breathing will become raspy and heavy, her heart racing and her cheeks flushed. Her words can stutter as she speaks as well. If it comes to a time where Rose feels as if she should hide her shame and try to cover up her masochism she would most likely respond with foul language that becomes more amusing then she'd like it to be. the excessive swearing being because she thinks from pain should come anger, not pleasure. What better way to show your angry then throwing out some foul language?

Now you've got an idea of what this girls is like right? An outgoing, party loving, impatient smart-ass. Well there's more to her then she lets on. Rose understands responsibility, especially the responsibilities her division drops onto her shoulders. The 4th division may look like its full of weaklings and nurses. In reality the 4th division is surrounded by death, pressure of perfection, and the pressure of other people. She knows she's dealing with lives in her hands and not everyone will make it through sometimes. She can empathize with those grieving or those who accept they may not make it. Even though she knows she can't make all the pain go away, Rose will try to lighten the load.

She may be intimidating with her tattoos and what not. But try to picture that intimidating woman while watching her play with her dog Bacardi. Yea, she's really scary during playtime. When no ones looking Rose tends to get all cutesy with Bacardi. The baby voices and all. For some reason Rose kinda gets embarrassed if caught playing with Bacardi in her overly cute manner. Her face gets red and flushed and her words stutter. Its almost funny to watch. When Rose speaks you'll notice that she tends to speak in more slang than the average person. as long as they get the jist of what she's saying who cares right.

Despite the party girl exterior, there are some things that Rose won't speak of. Herself for example. While being outgoing and in your face with her bold actions you think she would be an open book with many stories right? that is only partially true. Yes she has many stories, though the ones you'll hear from her are the stories that usually began by having a drink. Her past, full of pain, is locked behind smiling lips. She had been down physically and emotionally to where days blurred together, the world was dull, and life seemed pointless. She had brought herself out of that slump and formed into the woman she is today. This is why seeing others in depression and pain twists a knot in her heart, her soft spot so to speak. Because she knows that not everyone makes it out of that slump alone. She will be that hand held out to you when you've fallen, she will be a light when it's dark. Rose put her past behind her as its not a topic for conversation, to her when you're always looking back you'll end up missing the great things in front of you. Believe it or not Rose isn't bad at listening or simply being someone to talk to. She'll listen to your life story, she'll give you her two cents. Its the way she goes. You can pour you're heart out to her and she'll actually care. In fact she'll admire you a little bit for it, cuz she'll never open up like that.

Once Upon A Time

HISTORY:
Let me tell you a story that doesn't have a happy ending. This is no fairytale, but instead a story about poverty, young love, self destruction and hatred.

Rose was born in the early 1800's. These weren't exactly the greatest times for a woman to live in. Especially if you were born into mid or lower class families. Rose wasn't fortunate enough to be born into an upperclass family. In fact she was born into a lower class family. Her clothes were always dirtied and torn and hair that was unkempt. Despite that she was a beautiful girl. Because of her family's status, she was deprived of education or any respectable job a woman could have in those times. As a child she lived on the family farm. Usually around the age of 8 children could work in mills or factories. The lack of education, even at a young age interfered with that. Rose's average day as a child started before the sun rose as it did for many children of that era. Her mother taught her skills such as cooking, cleaning and sewing. Not exactly a glamorous childhood. Rose would milk cows, collect eggs and prepare wool to spin. Most children were taught how to read and write in a school house. However on a farm like where Rose was born on, a school house was to far. Rose instead learned basic reading and writing from her mother and grandmother.

At a young age her family had hopes for her. After all in those times a woman was to be married, and bear her husband children. Her family believed that she would blossom into a beautiful woman and steal the heart of a man from a high class family. Thats a lot of pressure on a little girl don't you think? Well you have to remember that back in those times men dominated and if a woman were to remain single, she would be ridiculed and pitied by the community if not become a prostitute.

Well those high hopes didn't last for to long. When a hard depression struck the area Rose was only 15. Already she had blossomed into the prize 'flower' that they had hoped for, but when times were tough her family did what they had to in order to support themselves, and sold her. She did bring back a pretty penny being sold to an upperclass family. There she became a servant. She didn't gain any additional education nor was treated better, it was the opposite in fact, at least for the first few months. The family that she served was the Bennet family. Sir Bennet bore no daughter but instead bored two sons at his later age. Haven and Jacob. Haven was the oldest of the two sons and the heir. He was older then Rose by 3 years while Jacob was only two years older. Their mother had past away shortly after Jacobs birth. Haven had black hair with hazel eyes while Jacob had auburn hair with chocolate coloured eyes, both boys rather handsome. The home Rose was brought to was beautiful. Never had she seen such architecture. However Rose lived in a separate building similar to a barn with some of the other servants.

At first, life at the Bennet manor was hard on her mind and body. However as time seemed to pass by the young master Haven seemed to catch her eye. It was like adoring a celebrity in those times. However she rarely got to speak with the young master until Sir Bennet fell ill. An outbreak of tuberculosis had infected many people in the nearby town and Sir Bennet had been one of the infected. Bedridden, Rose was one of the servants that tended to the master. She was taught tips and tricks from other servants who had this job as well, expanding her knowledge of medicine. Rose was now moved into the manor, cleaned up and dressed more appropriately. She was a diamond in the rough and now is was being seen more. Clothes that weren't tattered, hair that was combed.

Sadly at the time there wasn't much a person could do to cure Tuberculosis. Sir Bennet was confined to an airtight room, draped with a feather blanket and kept near a hot stove. His health, especially at being an older age, was deteriorating. Rose could see how Sir Bennets illness took a toll on Haven. IF Sir Bennet were to pass on, Haven would be the one to step in and take over the family's wealth and business. Rose started to talk to the young master more, and her feelings began to bloom for him. Even if they were feelings that may or may not be returned. She use to watch Haven. He was amusing, laid back and kindhearted compared to his brother Jacob, who was rude to the servants, uptight and self centred. Haven looked at the servants like they were normal people, and constantly thanked them for their work.

As Sir Bennet got weaker, Rose's bond with Haven seemed to grow without her realizing it. She made him laugh and he made her crack up. He'd make her blush and she'd make him smile. Some nights, they'd sneak out of the manner together and simple lay gazing up at the full moon. Rose actually felt joy from these nights. It made life easier for her. IT was one of those nights that Rose and Haven shared their first kiss. To this day Rose still can't figure out how such a sweet love could form during such a sorrowful time. The times only became harsher shortly after. Haven spent almost a full day at his fathers beside, having nothing but a long discussion about the families business and his responsibilities to be. Few days after Sir Bennet had passed away.

With Haven now in charge Rose noticed how tense he seemed to be. She had no idea what kind of weight was on his shoulders but Haven was oddly quiet about the business. She figured it was how he grieved. Jacob on the other hand seemed more angered than anything else. She couldn't understand those boys, so she kept to her duties. Half a year passed by, and Haven was coping well. Of course he seemed more stressed from his responsibilities still. Though he seemed to be more forwards with his affection. No more sneaking out, no more hiding. Rose was presented clothes fitted for upperclass women; laces, corsets, fine dresses and gloves. She was able to show her true beauty, and a beauty she was. Haven gifted her with general education with reading, writing, and arithmetic. Though it may not seem like it but Rose was very fortunate and appreciated every bit. She would read books on medicine and herbal remedies that were available to her. It was rare that such gifts would be presented to girls of her former class.

However this didn't sit well with the younger brother Jacob. In fact the two brothers would get into arguments. It was Havens intention to marry Rose and Jacob despised it. Marriage at those times basically meant anything a woman had including her body would belong to her husband. But Jacob despised this idea or marriage between the two as Rose was born into a lower class family and was already property of the family, a pointless marriage. The fight escalated to the point where Jacob was banished off of the family property, and Havens intentions to marry Rose remained true.

The two shared a bed, and Rose began learning more and more about what made the Bennets so wealthy. She had known before hand that they had owned a lot of land and made a great profit from agriculture and trades. However behind closed doors was something more notorious. Rose had ventured into Haven's study to only come across what looked like sugar. She dipped her finger in the power and touched it against her tongue, expecting either a sweet or salty taste. Instead her tongue was overcome with an odd taste then a numbing sensation.

Turns out that Sir Bennet has gone into business with partners that produced a powdery derivation from the coca plant, also known as cocaine. The drug in the powder form was new and paid a pretty penny to get. Sir Bennet had gone into a partnership with oversea traders to produce and refine the drug, and when he passed on, Haven was responsible for it all. Haven's stress stemmed from this but held it from Rose as they were not man and wife yet, along with the fact that he was told to work in as much secrecy as he could, as directed by his fathers last wishes. As Havens woman, she stood by him when she stumbled across his secret. In fact, Rose helped Haven refine the drug for it to be ready for distribution. It would also be a lie if they said they didn't take part in the drug. Of course they started using it, Cocaine was bringing them more wealth. There wasn't much a person could ask for, Rose and Haven were pretty much drug lords of their area. They were given opportunities to expand overseas but Haven figured it was to much to fast, after all her had all this fall on his shoulders rather fast, plus there was no need for the extra money or attention. Instead Haven proposed to Rose, and she had said yes!

Haven would handle sales and distribution while Rose stayed behind closed doors and refined it all and prepare it for distribution. It was a smooth operation, and their wedding date was coming close. However there was one thing that they could not see coming. It turns out the anger that Jacob had formed only grew when word spread around on the Lovers wedding date that was approaching. Rose and Haven were only a few weeks away from marriage when Jacob returned back into the manor late at night. The couple were asleep in bed when Haven was shot point blank with an Allen and Thurber single shot pistol. Rose woke up to her worst nightmare, this time it was reality. Her fiancé shot dead, blood pooling on the bed and beside her. Her body froze and right when she was going to scream a pair of hands from one of Jacobs lackeys muffled her mouth. Jacobs hatred for Rose was strong enough to where he didn't just reload his gun and shoot her, instead he would watch her suffer. He had formed plans prior to coming to the manor with oversea traders that he would now become partners with with his new 'business' acquired from his deceased brother.

When they say you bury a loved one in your heart. They mean deep down in your heart; like every fragment of their existence is broken down, and locked away with a key. That means you don't forget them until you die, or in this case, until your existence is wiped away.

Rose was gagged, tied up, knocked out, thrown in a car, stuffed in a crate, and shipped away overseas. She had woken up with a sharp pain in her neck, and surrounded by black. It felt like days had passed before she saw the daylight again. Rose had been shipped to Japan to be thrown into a brothel called the Enyuukai or the 'Garden Party'. The pain on her neck caused by tattoo of a rose. In the Enyuukai, each woman was given a flower of some kind on their neck. Back in the 1800s tattoos weren't all that popular. Normally workers, criminals and prostitutes were marked to show their status. Now this was the life she was confined to. She was to work to make the brothel money and to cover her living. Refusal to work resulted in no food. So what do you do in that situation? You work. Rose began to simply entertain at first. Bringing in many costumers to view said show. She remained mostly silent, her eyes holding sadness to them. It only took one man to destroy her life. She remained confined in the walls, as no workers were allowed to be let out, except to visit dying relatives and, once a year, for hanam; the viewing of cherry blossoms. She could have literally cried a river during her times in those walls. Days melded together, no genuine smile came on her lips. she was hollowed. Nightmares would visit her every night. Nightmares of Haven's death seemed to replay, tormenting her. She should have joined her fiancé in death. Rose often thought about taking her own life. Would Haven want that? No, he wouldn't. Rose's grief had now formed into sheer anger. Was she really going to let Jacob ruin her? No, he'd only want Rose to suffer. So suffer she would not.

She picked up on the language. Even though not fluent in it Rose found that it was easier to learn than english. Many types of men would come into the Brothel, whether it be for sex or simple shows. Rose had begun to form a friendship with a regular. His name was Kenichi and he was a renown tattoo artist. His ties were closely intertwined with Various gangs throughout Japan, Kenichi being the man to mark all the members using the tradition japanese form of tattooing called Tabori. Rose would create beautiful pieces of artwork to show to Kenichi, she would pick and prod at him to become his apprentice and to take her away from the life within the brothel. Eventually he agreed and bought her out almost a year later. Through her determination, Rose was free so to speak. She had the marking of shame, however Rose embraced it. The addition of another rose was added onto Rose's neck along with Japanese dragon on her left collarbone that extended down her left arm by Kenichi. The apprenticeship was one of the feudal customs called uchideshi. Normally, pupils lived with their masters, and were trained for 5 years. After 5 year training, the pupils worked independently, and gave the masters money that he earned for one year. The one-year service was called oreiboko, the service to express the gratitude towards the masters. Rose worked on forming this new image. She had begun to mark new members of the Gang. Rose was able to create such smooth gradients through the Tabori method. Eventually she would begin to tattoo higher ups. Another year had passed when she was given the honour of tattooing the leader. Oddly enough, during the session, the leader would talk business to those who entered the room. As if fate shone some sort of light on her, the men were talking about business overseas, and the Coca plant came up. At that time Cocaine had yet to start flowing through Japan like it did in Europe. meaning there wasn't many people refining it and turning it into the white powder we all know it to be today. Once the tattoo was finished Rose explained on her knowledge of refining such a thing. She was given a trial, and if all went well she would become more then a simple tabor artist within the gang. Even though two years had passed since she had touched such things, the procedure was as clear as day in her mind. the bosses were impressed and Rose moved up to becoming a renown drug lord within the gang. This also involved oversea trades.

After some planning with the Oyabun, the boss; plans were arranged where they would meet with a group from Europe to become potential 'business partners'. However both Rose and the Oyabun knew there was going to be no partnership. The man they met was none other then Jacob, and that night Rose killed him. Expecting something a bit more dramatic? Sadly that wasn't the case. It wasn't any highlight to Rose's life. Last words were exchanged and the kill was made. She had gotten her so called 'revenge' on Jacob. Revenge didn't make her feel better. It didn't fill some empty void inside of her. She was still full of pain and grief. In fact she was almost angry. She killed the man that took her fiancee life and almost ruined her own. Yet there was no satisfaction. What was she to do? She had lost hope in 'love'. People are animals, and it was simply instinct to find a mate, no love is involved. It would seem that Rose would go into a downwards spiral twisted with alcohol and drugs. She didn't have much to live for in her eyes, so she seemed to become more reckless and bold with her actions. More types of drugs came into her business. Cannabis, opium, shrooms, you name it. You could say Rose got carried away, becoming more notorious. The world was a dark place..
She was on a self destructive path. Taking hallucinogenic trips that sometimes lasted for days. The world on shrooms was more interesting then the cold dark world she lived in. Little did Rose know that she had an innate sense on beings from the spiritual world. However on the influence of certain drugs that she consumed that ability was amplified. Aside from the normal hallucinations that came with the drugs, Rose's eyes would pick up on things humans normally shouldn't see. Monsters and, people with swords and magic. Hollows and Shinigami. One thing Rose would always see is a figure of a person just standing in the distance. When ever she tried to get close the figure would vanish. This was probably the only thing that caught Rose's eye when she had lost interest in almost everything in the world, but it was probably the drugs.

That kind heart she had, It withered away and with her power in the group Rose was someone not to mess with. Being a woman in a male dominated world meant others, even potential business partners, underestimated her. All but the Oyabun, who even taught her ways of the sword as form of gratitude for the wealth she was bringing him. However there was a common occurrence where others would try to swindle her. This only made her blood boil, no one should mess with a drug lord so to speak; and Jacobs death was the first of many. The smell of blood even became inviting to her. She could care less on who she killed, whether it be bloody or her poisoning some goods. You could say Rose was heartless at this point. The petals were tainted, the thorns touched with blood...

Eventually Rose would piss off the wrong people, and her life came to an abrupt halt while she was on a trip from hallucinogenic drugs. Yes she put up a fight, but arms grasped around her neck. Eventually, fully dilated eyes became dull. With Rose's previous violent actions, she pretty much had it coming and she knew it. Just came down to a matter of when she would die. At the Young age of 21 she lived more of a life then many woman would of. Housewife or prostitute. Rose escaped both her fates, but the pain that had formed within her had held her back from making something good of this life. Perhaps she would join Haven on the other side, maybe he would make her believe there was more in this world tainted grey with dullness.
It would be noted that in the years to come Japan would become the worlds leading producer of cocaine.

THE AFTERLIFE
Given at any moment, she would awake and have no idea where exactly she was. Rose didn't grow up with much of a religion. So she wasn't sure what to believe the afterlife would bring. Good thing she didn't have those beliefs though, as the spiritual world isn't what the bible portrays.
Hey eyes came to open, and there seemed to be an emptiness within her. One that words couldn't describe. Rose soon came to the realization that she was a ghost. No one could see her nor touch her. In truth Rose was well on her way to becoming a hollow. However she was approached by an older looking man, One that seemed to be in his late 40's. He was the first person that acknowledged her in days of roaming around the living. The man performed a Soul burial on Rose before she encountered any hollows, or turn into one herself. Rose was engulfed in a blinding light, the shadow of the mans figure appeared once more. It was him all along.
This mans name was William Calvery, a member of the Gotei 13, and he had brought her to the Soul Society. the afterlife really was... Different then she expected. Then again no one comes back from the dead to tell you what the afterlife is like. William had been observing Rose months before her death came upon her. She had a natural ability to sense spiritual pressure and see spiritual beings within her. Perhaps now in the afterlife great things would fall into her path. Even though she had seen the light Rose wasn't out of her darkness. William explained to her the mechanics of the world, the soul society, hueco mundo and much more. It was through these teachings did he try to bring her into the soul societies inner walls of the seireitei. He believed that Rose, although rough around the edges, would make for a great shinigami. Rose pretty much lit a match on those plans. At that time and place, it was a waste of time to try and sway Rose. She didn't seem to care. It was just a different world with the same bullshit. Not too impressive, not really a luxury. It didn't stop William from bugging her, he became the first face she would pick out from a crowd in a long time. He, in fact, was the first to call her 'Rose' as she never did give him her name. Eventually her real name would become lost with time in the years to come. The afterlife sucked, especially when a familiar voice seemed to taunt her from the depths of her mind. the voice of her lost lover Haven, but in a high she could push it away.

Rose was no longer confined to the limitations of a body like while she was living. By that we mean age progression and life span. In the spiritual world all that expends to an undetermined time. One could literally have the same routine for generations. Meaning life for Rose was getting boring on top of everything else. The only thing she ended up doing with her time was her creation of her cannabis crop. the high seemed to make the voice of Haven muffled in the back of her mind. It took what some would call an unfortunate event to get Rose even thinking about becoming an Academy student. Its not often it happens, but once in a blue moon you'll see Hollows within the Soul society.
A group of hollows managed to rip their way through to the soul society from hueco mundo, and began to terrorize rukongai. It took an event like this to shake some sense of this world into Rose. There were so many complexities to this world and Rose was only told the tip of the iceberg. Not to mention running around like prey wasn't in her books of things she likes to do. Rose felt weak, and even weaker when William made his return to not only save her, but to bug her more. This time he made a deal with her, well a deal more less that she was forced into. He explained how the hollows that showed up were low on the food chain of baddies that you could run into in the spirit world, and if she wanted to defend herself if she encountered hollows again; she would have to join the academy to become a shinigami. Plus William had cut down her Cannabis crop and hid it from her unless she went and joined. Pushy guy isn't he? So that's basically how Rose joined the academy, to get her weed back... And maybe not be so weak in the process. As she grew to understand the Rukongai, how it was just as much a place to call home as hell.

The academy days were the days Rose loathed, at least the bookwork part. Don't get her wrong. Rose enjoys the good book, but there were so many of them, and many topics that she didn't really care for. She wasn't one for learning the history of the soul society. It literally goes all the way back to the beginning of time. She may not have received the finest education in her times while alive, but she did make up for lost time; her interest veered into medical studies as they progressed. Cures, remedies and much much more was out there to be discovered. Maybe her life would have taken a tangent if the medicine while she was alive was more advanced. However we cannot live our life on what ifs. Their expectations of the new students were quite high. Like one could picture from these vague details, progression was an easy task for the trainee. Though, there were other things she had to master. She worked hard, living by her promise to William, excelling enough to be taken notice of. Soon, she passed with flying colours, and with strong reassurance by the higher ups, telling her that there was a future for her among them. Of course Rose got her harvest from William, as promised; and had a huge celebration. She had to really thank William, he was the father she never got to know. He gave her something to work for (or to get something back), he brought some light into her darkened heart. Rose thanked William for pushing her into this direction before she went to celebrate with her fellow graduates.

Like many new graduates, Rose had yet to attain her shikai. Yes she had her zanpakuto, but it was no different then any other sword she had seen in her days. Rose remained undecided on what division she'd fall into. she felt that she needed to know more about herself and her zanpakuto before she made the final call. Thankfully William was there to mentor her further. William had a more laid back personality to him, despite that he had a power that literally tore away at him day by day. Williams zanpakuto, although full of sheer raw power, took a toll on his mental state every time he used it. It was rare he released his zanpakuto, but you could see the pain it took him through. Rose couldn't wrap her head around how he could just accept that one day his mind would deteriorate and he would become swarmed with insanity and torment. Without even realizing it, William's situation shed a whole new light on life itself for Rose. To look beyond things that bring you down and to carry on regardless, it was a noble thing indeed. Rose reminisced on her past, and her feelings or anguish from when Haven was killed up to her own death. She really was a negative Nancy at the time.

Obtaining shikai was not that smooth. Rose couldn't figure out if there was some sort of emotional barrier keeping her from getting in touch of her zanpakuto or not. She was even starting to get impatient with it. Traveling to the world of the living with William, the mission was to exterminate some hollows that were believed to be grouping together. The hollows were believed to be on a lower level, thus only the two were really needed. Plus it gave some good training. Despite the prediction the two encountered not only hollows, but an Arrancar that was grouping them together as well. A fight like this was past Rose's level, after all she had yet to discover her shikai. Most of the weight was resting on Williams shoulders. He released his zanpakuto for the last time that night. It was a fight that was burned into Rose's mind. She went after the weaker hollows while William went strait for the most threatening enemy, the arranger. Williams calm, cool and laid back demeanour had vanished. Twisted by insanity and tormented by his own power William had battled in a way Rose had never seen before. Sloppy, uncoordinated; simply a frenzy of clashing swords. William had gone berserk, but had lost touch with himself, now unable to return. Sustaining injuries, William had taken down the arrancar along with some of the hollows while Rose killed the remaining threats. However when that was said and done the battle didn't end. In Williams world everyone was an enemy, this brought him to turn on Rose. Still unable to use her abilities she tried to talk sense to him in hopes to bring him back. He made no hesitation as he struck her. Her injuries beginning to stack up as the pressure of the battle was rising.

He had struck her down and was going to give the finishing blow. However what little fragment of the laid back man he was made him hesitate. It was as if that little fragment of his former self was screaming out to break through. There was a brief moment of hesitation, and small wish he barely could sound out "Kill me.."
He was accepting his end, accepting his fate. This broke Rose. Was there no happiness in this world? There was no good nor evil so to speak. You could live out your life as a saint and still be smacked in the face with a cruel unfitting death that no one deserves. The world sucked.
Rose struck him with her blade, thinking it would kill him, however that was no the case. The insanity had took over him once again, and he overpowered her still. She felt hopeless in that moment. Did she waste all that time trying to obtain power for nothing? In the back of her mind it was almost as if she could hear Haven's voice, telling her to push on, telling her that she could win this if she really tried. Of all times she had to hear Haven's voice now. The voice that she pushed away in the backs of her mind normally and the voice that seemed to open old wounds. This time she listened to his voice despite how much it made her heart twist. At that moment, he tapped into the power of her shikai. Broken and heated, Rose was engulfed in a strong crimson spiritual pressure as her shikai appearance took form. Her wounds began to mend themselves, and her mind flooded with revelations on herself, her zanpakuto, and what she had to do. The combat was fast and furious. Swords flashed back and forth as the two combatants sought a weakness in the other's defense that they could exploit. Synchronicity. That was all that could explain as their blades connected, the beating of their hearts pulsating through the metal. Rose was the first to falter in her movements, but she retaliated with a newfound adrenaline. It was like her body was moving on its own while her mind took her back to when William explained his powers to Rose, along with his wishes.

William knew that sooner or later this fate would fall upon him, there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He had told her if this day was to come that she would be the one he wanted to strike him down. The pupil defeating the master so to speak. If he was to return to his normal self he would only be tormented with nightmares and hallucinations by his unstable zanpakuto, at least thats what he had told Rose. He didn't want to be brought back, or held down and restrained in a psych ward, and there was nothing members from the 4th division could do to help him or reduce the progression of insanity. He wished to die fighting, and if he were to turn on his comrades let him be struck down swiftly. And swiftly was he struck down. The fight brought tears to Rose, but in Williams final moments, it brought him a smile. Once again another person who got close to her had been taken away abruptly.
She tried to make sense of it, the world that surrounded her. With feelings of anguish and pain, how do you see the bright side of things? Once again Rose was in that place that was dull and grey. This time William wasn't there to bring her out of it. No, the man who was more of a father than her own, had been slain by her own hands. Rose was no stranger to death, she had taken the lives of many people while she was alive with little care. However for the first time she felt like her hands were tainted. A life she didn't want to take... Maybe thats what started to break her.

The revelations of her Zanpakuto seemed to break her more. The manifestation of her zanpakuto tormented her in a way, having the same exterior, the same voice and the same face of the man she was to wed in her past. Yes, her zanpakuto looked like Haven. However her zanpakuto wasn't the nicest of all things. Having havens face he seemed more... dark. Like a demon almost. Like Rose, her zanpakuto Sangre Gundan had peircings and tattoos of his own. Had her mind been longing for Haven so much that her zanpakutos manifestation took his form? Or was her zanpakuto trying to torment her by taking his looks to break her down? Rose pushed her zanpakuto away, she buried his voice in the depths of her mind. What if her zanpakuto came to torment her like Williams did to him? Would she be driven to insanity? She shunned it all, and didn't seek to know any of her abilities.

She sunk away in the depths of Rukongai, not giving much attention to her duties she should have been doing. Then again she had yet to be in a specific division. She cast away her shinigami uniform and retreated. Years had passed, becoming a blur all together... Rose remained in the outskirts of Rukongai, she didn't talk to many people nor go to many places. Instead shed make trips to a nearby bar and indulge in the joys of alcohol while reminiscing on the past while suppressing the voice so alike to Havens. Her mind was always looking back on things that she could of done, or how things may have been different. she was so lost in the past she gave no attention to the future.
One morning Rose woke up with a lovely hangover and with some fuzzy creature trying to dig into one of her pockets. Pissed off, seeing how it was digging for a bag of jerky she had on her, she threw the jerky and let the creature have at it. The animal was a small pure black dog. Looking almost like a fluffier, less intimidating miniature wolf. Not knowing its true breed you could guess it was a mix of a pomeranian and american eskimo. Rose had just fed a lost puppy, now it would just end up coming back for more.

She tried to shoo the dog away at first. He barked a lot and peed on everything. she didn't want to be bothered by some dog that seemed to adopt her as its owner, at least for now. Her annoyance by the dogs odd quicks seemed to dafe with time. In fact she began to just observe it. How it played and chased other smaller animals, how it stuck its nose in places where it shouldn't be (figuratively and literally) just out of sheer curiosity. It would even find amusement in chasing its own tail. The dog was an abundance of energy and to Rose, the dog needed to stop and take a breath. It was always go go go with that thing. It followed her when she went somewhere, it slept on her when she slept. One could say that the dog started to grow on her. But it wasn't until the small dog tried to defend Rose from some low lives kicking around Rukongai while she was drunk one night. These men had no problem full out punting the dog, and that really pissed Rose off. It was safe to say that those man didn't last to long against her when she got pissed, even if she was drunk.

Rose began to think about this dog, he was shedding some much needed light on her without her realizing it. This dog seemed happier then anything in the world and it had no one. This dog didn't dwell in the past like Rose did, it was to busy living in the present. Maybe these were more drunken thoughts by Rose or some revelations. Regardless Rose was starting to bring herself out of that slump, turning herself around. She didn't mind having the dog around her. He may have adopted her as his owner before, but Rose was now adopting him not only as her pet, but as her friend. She gave him a collar, thick and made out of leather with spikes around it. Despite the collar, it didn't make him intimidating. She combed the mattes in his hair, she bathed him. Maybe the dog knew her all too well already, or by simple coincidence; the dog brought her a gift. Well, more less he drug a bottle back with him that he snagged by some drunk passed out somewhere. The gift of booze, a half full bottle of Bacardi rum. In turn Rose figured Bacardi was a good name for the little dog that grew on her, even if he still peed everywhere. Bacardi still has more energy then he knows what to do with, however Rose found out that if you blow a puff or two of some dank smoke in his face, he'll fall asleep or at least chill out rather quickly.

Rose began to recollect and redefine who she was. She didn't want to be that downer that dwelled in the past for the rest of her afterlife. There was nothing anyone could do to change the past. Rose realized she would have to move, on and put the pain behind her. She needed to find the little joys in life and do things without holding back. She didn't want to have a life full of 'what ifs' and 'if only's'. She knew there wasn't anything anyone could have done for William at that time, and he accepted his fate. However without him she may have never discovered her zanpakutos name and her potential powers. Even if Rose didn't think of it in her times of depression, there were people who had faith in her and saw great potential. However only Rose could shape herself into something great, she saw that now.
She faced her zanpakuto and discovered the inner world that shaped to what it was by the pain from over the years. For the longest time she was pushing her zanpakuto away because of his appearance. This time she was going to embrace it. Haven may have died long ago but it was as if he was living on through Rose's zanpakuto. Sangre had an odd personality. He was rude and extremely blunt, it took years of trying to understand him to figure out that was kinda opposite from Rose. She was forming a more laid back, kinder attitude then what she had before, beneath that was her darkened self from her past. Sangre however had that more hardened, dark exterior to his personality, but if you dug deeper and pulled away the layers of coldness, you'd find someone who really cares for her and simply can't stand beating around the bush. At the end of it all Sangre wasn't a bad guy. It just took some careful looking to see that. You could call him overprotective, as he seemed to get rather violent if someone were to treat Rose wrong. Sometimes that violence got out of hand, and it was almost like Sangre was radiating evil itself. However Rose knew that putting herself in state where she wasn't sober made it easier to either suppress him, or calm him, as they were connected.

Rose returned to the seireitei and enrolled in a division. The 4th Division to be exact. She knew when it came to brute strength she didn't excel in that. She knew that William wasn't helped by the 4th division much, in a way that was her drive. She wanted to find the people like William who needed special help, and she wanted to find the answers to their problems. Not to mention Sangre and his powers were also pointing to that direction. Upon her return to the Seireitei she was presented a letter. Due to her disappearance she never received it at the proper time. It was a last letter from William.

"My darling, my daughter, my Rose. If you are reading this it means that I am no more. I'm sorry if my passing brings you any grief or pain... I have watched you fall and pick yourself up again. You are a strong girl, one i'm proud to call my daughter. I wish the time could have come where I could have told you this in person rather then this letter. Rose, you have a great strength to you; and I wish I was here to see it grow, but you must grow along side your powers. I can't tell you whats down the road... But know this. When I first saw you I sensed a disturbance. There are traces of darkness in your being, and I don't want you to fall into the same fate I have. This is why I pushed you, this is why I never gave up on you. In your moments of pain I could feel the darkness spread. So I ask you one more favour, and I beg that you will try your best to fur fill this promise... Please, my girl, don't let the darkness consume you. It may be too late for me, but all my faith is within you so you don't fall to this fate. It will destroy you, it will corrupt you, and it will change you. So please, fight it with every fibre in your body. I can't tell you what is causing that darkness. Only you can figure that you, and I pray that you do. Because I know you will find a way to control it, suppress it, or even work with it so you don't become like me. My daughter I love you and wish you happiness in this world I know you thought was cold. There are things to live for in this world around every corner, you have to simply find it. Where ever I go to, know that I am watching over you... Be safe my child, and do not weep anymore over my loss. Your father, William Calvary"

Rose wasn't sure what to think about this 'darkness' that William spoke about. Was it her zanpakuto? Or something lurking deeper within her?.. Regardless, Rose made that silent promise to a man no longer a part of this world. She wouldn't be drug down again. Studies began now. However it wasn't all work and no play. Rose was finding her own fun in her life like William told her to do. Though others may not agree with some of her choices, she was now a go getter. the world of the living was creating some very interesting substances. Ecstasy for example. Rose indulged in that every time she completed one of her personal goals. She'd even sneak away to where the humans lived and partied with them. She had to admit, over the years they sure turned themselves around and knew how to party. You could say Rose got addicted to Raves, the music, the drugs, the dancing, the opportunity to become anyone you wanted during those days; it was all addicting. Rose didn't strive to gain power. She worked her ways up gradually over the years. She wanted to help people when she could but it wasn't an overwhelming goal. Actually it seemed like she was sharing her creations of drugs, from Cannabis to Ecstasy with others more then training. After all there wasn't that much chaos going on within the soul society at the time. Rose had shifted from isolating herself from others to being a party girl. In a way she fed off of other peoples energies, and she'd rather have them partying than being depressed. In the good times and the rough Rose had stood by the soul society. Rose was known on distributing certain drugs around the Seireitei. Maybe not the best use of the equipment. Then again no one said no to her. In fact Rose is responsible for the growing the Medicinal Mary jane for patients that may (or may not) need it in the 4th Division. Rose may not be the most physically strong, but over the years she improved in other areas, and without a doubt, it someone you'd want on your team. Despite the harsh times the Soul Society went through, Rose held her head high; she really had transformed herself emotionally. She even gotten into the habit of listening to others life stores, while passing the joint around, and normally that counselling helps those people. Her good deeds if you wish to call them. At this point she was appointed Lt of the 4th, but most likely because the captain wants to get into her pants. But she won't have that.

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