Name-
Rosemary (Rose) Jacklyn Willows
Nicknames-
Rose, Willow, Mary, Jackie, Jack, Lin Lin
Age-
Depends
Gender-
Female
Sexuality-
Closeted Lesbian
Species-
Elf (Hides it)
Looks-

She has dark skin, reddish black hair, with gorgeous soft yellow eyes with flecks of orange, has slightly pointed ears as well. 5'2, way too skinny.
Personality-
Rose is very quiet and reserved, she doesn't speak a whole ton, but her voice is powerfully sweet when she does speak. She is shy, but makes sure that she is heard and has her opinion known. She is very intelligent and clever, and makes sure everyone knows she's smart, and she will gladly beat you at a game of chess anytime. She does have a quieted attitude though, and she will get snappy with you. She isn't scared to slap you thirty times across the face at once. She's a total nerd, and fan girls over movies and books, as well as television shows. She is quick and aggressive, and makes sure that she quietly stays on top. She is loyal, and makes sure to be kind to those she loves and care for.
Likes-
Rose likes to cook, play chess, make coffee, and other things. She is simply one whom enjoys television shows, books, any type of media of sorts. She enjoys being cuddled, or being wrapped up in blankets. She enjoys nature and trees, as well as climbing and weaving through the undergrowth. She loves animals, especially birds, and reptiles. She enjoys soft fabric and sweaters, as well as spring and winter, both seasons being her favorite. Agh, I'm out of ideas.
Dislikes-
Re, seriously out of ideas. Make it up as I go I guess.
Occupation?-
Barista on the side.
Backstory-
Eh, nothing important really. Except her father doesn't like LGBTQ people, and therefore wouldn't like his daughter so she can't come out.
Other-
She has a Green-cheeked parakeet named Ami and a pit bull (I personally love these dogs, it's not the dogs, it's the people) named Bleu.

Ami

Bleu

Scenario 1-
You were quietly padding along the road, your hands in your pockets as you walked along. It was approximately 2:00 am, and you had just ditched on a party with your friend as it was too loud and it was way too late for you. You quietly sipped the drink you had brought along, sighing as you watched your breaths float into the cold air in clouds of smoke as you took another swig. Without a word you kept walking, rounding a corner to see a girl leaning against a crosswalk sign, gazing at an illuminated phone screen while her dog circled her, its thin tail wagging happily. It was a pit bull, but it appeared to mean no harm so you calmed down. The girl appeared to be frustrated as she looked up at you. She coughed silently, cocking her head to the side. "You're out quite late." She mumbled to you, pulling on her dog's lead. You muttered crossly, the alcohol finally taking over. Taking one more swig of your drink, you began to feel confused, and in seconds, you were out cold. Slowly you open your eyes, you weren't at home and you knew it. You quickly sat up, gasping as a tongue licked your face. You looked over at the dog, your eyes landing on the pit bull from before. You looked around and paused. The girl gazed at you from the doorway. "You were out cold and I couldn't get into your phone, so thought I'd just bring you home." What do you say?