Savage tides: Black Rose Ecl 13 Rog12/Swrdsage1 Bio

Black Rose, at 1 ½’ tall he was a beast of a pedal at least in spirit. With Hair shaped like a dark flower that gave him his name, he towered over none but the tiniest of creatures. He was not often bullied by most things larger than him especially in school. Aided by his natural abilities and his brothers most formidable foes would just fell sleep and woke up in very unbeneficial circumstances. Whether it be shoes missing finding themselves relocated to the garbage hole, folks learned fast if you going to mess with them, you got to catch them alone. “after a few good beat downs” Black Rose learned to be more aware and crafty when he was off by himself. Defending himself against such large creatures as small human children is no easy task,” insert montage here” but with practice he managed to learn to whoop them as good as any pedal would a hamster.

The trouble of youth faded for Black Rose and his future stood before him. He felt no place working in a store, office or other establishment that folks would just spend all day talking and writing. The smell of fresh air, the challenge of the unknown… this is what he craved. So, for the last 20 years or so he has been working as a mercenary scouting and guarding anything that pays him. He gets most of his work escorting Copper shipments. It is not glorious but he lives a good life