Rose

• Photography: Need some pictures taken? She's pretty good. Professional, even. It's how she makes her living.
• Astronomy: The stars are amazing to look at, aren't they? She's even got a couple tattoos about space and such.
• Pianist: Her father is a renowned pianist. She was raised to play it as well, but abandoned it as a professional career shortly after entering university.
• Gaelic: She picked up a little bit of Irish Gaelic when young, but can only really remember a few words.

Rose was born in Ireland to Irish parents of mixed heritage, resulting in a child of lighter skin for a black woman, but still substantially darker than the vast majority of the people that called the island home. A few years after she was born, her father's career really started to take off - a concert pianist - and subsequently, they were moving to America. Specifically, her parents chose to settle down in Seattle.

She'd been raised with the intention of her following in her father's footsteps, many hours of musical training, piano practice and recitals a constant fixture throughout her school years. She even got so far as to be accepted to a few university programs at top American schools known for music, though by that point, cracks had started to show in her resolve to make the piano a career of her own. Rose opted to choose a lesser known school instead, the more local University of Washington's music degree program instead. And even there, she wasn't happy.

What did eventually make her happy, to the mild horror of her parents, was taking up photography. I mean, sure, she took to it in the same kind of way that dropped buttered toast takes to the floor, but what kind of career prospects are there really for a photographer? Especially one that involves throwing away all those years of hard work. Regardless, that's what she ended up doing, trading in the ivories for glass, and trading the bachelor's program in music for one in art, focussing on photography, with a minor in astronomy.

During that program, she came to realize her potent glimmer powers. She'd been off in the woods by herself one day and had a particular shot in mind for the sunset, but with the tripod that she'd brought, she couldn't quite get the right position. Out of desperation, she found herself wishing that she was taller or something.. or maybe she could just move the damn camera with her mind. And sure enough, she could do just that. Quickly, she attained a reputation at school and beyond for getting those shots that just didn't seem possible, angles that didn't make sense without some very expensive dollies and other equipment. And this was back in the early 2000s, before drones were more commonplace as they are now.

Leaving school, she made professional photography her career, selling shots from mostly around the Seattle area and occasionally beyond, though not too far - it's not like she was working for National Geographic or anything. Over time, she found herself exploring Washington state, driving deep into the forests to explore new places to shoot, passing back through Gray Harbor one trip found her lingering there.. and there time and time again to shoot. Eventually, she felt the pull of the town thanks to the thinness of the veil, relocating from the Seattle area to set up shop in town.

Rose is a black woman with medium brown skin. She keeps her hair rather short, cropped close to her scalp, but super curly. It can be styled in a number of ways, sure, but if she tries to straighten it? Good luck. Dimples, a wide smile, and expressive eyebrows make up her facial features.

She's got a thin figure with modest curves, only somewhat hidden by her usual outfit of a black leather jacket over a dark colored t-shirt, black leather pants (or jeans, depending on the weather), and black leather boots. If she's out somewhere taking photographs, she'll have a canvas backpack with her as well, stuffed full of camera gear.

Underneath the jacket, tattoos are visible along both of the woman's arms. Simple little dots, for the most part, but taking it all in, they look like they make up something sort of resembling the night sky. On the top of her left forearm, just below her elbow, there's a bit of cursive lettering in small print, about half an inch tall. It reads: sic itur ad astra.

She has a soft voice, tone bordering on condescending at times. If made to laugh, hints of an Irish lilt might leak out, but otherwise, she utilizes a perfect American accent that anyone born and raised in the Pacific Northwest might have.