Name: Rose Lalonde Current location: Asphodel Current Physical Appearance: She stands at about 5'11" with a figure that makes approximate sense for somebody of her age and height. Her complexion wavers, sometimes staying an (again, approximately) normal tint, sometimes becoming close to slate grey and sometimes going in between from day to day.
She still wears her god hood. She's taken to wearing Bro Strider's shitty pointy anime shades, but considering she never takes her hood down (it's not at all unlikely that some of her acquaintances and even close friends haven't seen her face in years), it's not all that obvious. Summary: Rose never trusted Hypatia. She tried to make use of her Vision Omnifold, try to see the correct path, but it never came to her, her trip through the rift having routed her vision too much to see the convoluted path that would lead her and her friends to victory. All she saw was enough to save herself, and the rest she had to leave up to instinct. Her instincts weren't good enough. Not good enough to stop Jade or Kanaya from being re-purposed, nor enough to stop her father from being killed. She hangs all of those entirely upon herself as personal failure, because she was unable to see them coming and prevent them.
She spends much of her time on Asphodel trying to speak with the Horrorterrors, attempting to seek their counsel and return her Vision Omnifold to its maximum potential. Their connection has become strained to its limit in the past ten years though, so coercing answers from them has become more difficult than ever. Her constant attempts to speak with them show upon her skin, occasionally returning it to the gray tone it was upon her first arrival in Sacrosanct. Her magic is as potent as ever, and she won't hesitate to participate in a skirmish. One thing the past years haven't dulled is her reckless streak. Given the opportunity, she'll lay waste to as many of Hypatia's forces as she can, or go up to the station and rip everything she can find asunder just to give others time to do things of actual importance. When she's not trying to use her Vision Omnifold to plot out the path of victory (she swears that, sometimes, little pieces of something comes to her, just floating on the periphery of her vision, but they could just as easily be her own delusion) or plotting to just wreck as much as she can, she's legendarily distant, staying holed up in her own home. Her guilt allows her very little in the way of personal comforts, and to that effect, what she does can almost barely be called living. She allows herself to survive, and to indulge in her most destructive tendencies occasionally, but little else.
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Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: She stands at about 5'11" with a figure that makes approximate sense for somebody of her age and height. Her complexion wavers, sometimes staying an (again, approximately) normal tint, sometimes becoming close to slate grey and sometimes going in between from day to day.
She still wears her god hood. She's taken to wearing Bro Strider's shitty pointy anime shades, but considering she never takes her hood down (it's not at all unlikely that some of her acquaintances and even close friends haven't seen her face in years), it's not all that obvious.
Summary: Rose never trusted Hypatia. She tried to make use of her Vision Omnifold, try to see the correct path, but it never came to her, her trip through the rift having routed her vision too much to see the convoluted path that would lead her and her friends to victory. All she saw was enough to save herself, and the rest she had to leave up to instinct. Her instincts weren't good enough. Not good enough to stop Jade or Kanaya from being re-purposed, nor enough to stop her father from being killed. She hangs all of those entirely upon herself as personal failure, because she was unable to see them coming and prevent them.
She spends much of her time on Asphodel trying to speak with the Horrorterrors, attempting to seek their counsel and return her Vision Omnifold to its maximum potential. Their connection has become strained to its limit in the past ten years though, so coercing answers from them has become more difficult than ever. Her constant attempts to speak with them show upon her skin, occasionally returning it to the gray tone it was upon her first arrival in Sacrosanct. Her magic is as potent as ever, and she won't hesitate to participate in a skirmish. One thing the past years haven't dulled is her reckless streak. Given the opportunity, she'll lay waste to as many of Hypatia's forces as she can, or go up to the station and rip everything she can find asunder just to give others time to do things of actual importance. When she's not trying to use her Vision Omnifold to plot out the path of victory (she swears that, sometimes, little pieces of something comes to her, just floating on the periphery of her vision, but they could just as easily be her own delusion) or plotting to just wreck as much as she can, she's legendarily distant, staying holed up in her own home. Her guilt allows her very little in the way of personal comforts, and to that effect, what she does can almost barely be called living. She allows herself to survive, and to indulge in her most destructive tendencies occasionally, but little else.