Rue

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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 Gardner (Gaian) - The Gardner 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)

Scenarios we Could Find Ourselves In

No! No! Don't let the door close! (General) One of us didn't catch the door in time, and now we are stuck on a roof together!

Green Thumb (General) Botanical Gardens? Green Spaces? Stealing Clippings from someone's backyard. Oh Shit! Is it your backyard?!

Wild & Weird (General) It's late, we run into each other in the wrong part of town, and Rue isn't faking normal quite as well as normal.

Return to Sender (General) Look, you had something she needed, but she's not really a thief and she's broken back in to return it.

We Snuck Out! (General) We both had a reason (good or bad) to be at a high society or similar function, and decided to sneak away from the crowd.

I've Heard About You (Gaian) Let's connect and see what you might know about Rue and what she might know about your character.

Soundtrack

Halsey - Control	machineheart - Overgrown	Sarah Hester - Savage Daughter
...I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones … And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?	Someone crying in the dead of the night Was it me or was it just in my mind? Reaching deep into the soil I find I'm stirring awake a fury	My mother's child is a savage She looks for her omens in the colors of stones In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers In the dancing of fire In the curve of old bones