Rue

Description

Rue is a marvel of creation, as most things are if you stand still long enough to consider them. A delicately built woman, Rue moves through the world with the easy, comfortable, certainty of someone who knows where they belong. Where's that? Where-ever she happens to be. Her hair is a mane of wild red curls, fine tendrils spun from the richest coppers, burnished bronzes, and finest golds, and when the sun hits her hair just right it glows like a fiery halo.

Roleplay Hooks

MacGuyvered (All) - Rue isn't afraid of working with her hands, and has something of a talent for minor repairs, and unconventional fixing. Less of a handyman, and more of a had-to-make-due. (crafts: Tinkerer)
The Gardener (Gaian) - The Gardener is an Urban Legend! Something a friend of a friend told you about. Some girl up in the Appalachians, Virginia somewhere maybe, your cousin who is a Galliard says they heard she was singing her garden awake, not a drop of blood in her either. Most people dismissed the rumors, some looked deeper. But this isn't Virginia, and does Rue even have a garden? (Burning Aura, Fate)

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