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Rosalie Seeker

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. war tactics. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. storyboarding. true crime. recording. directing. learning.

Take [ this quiz ] to find out what Shakespearean Archetype your muse is or muses are!Please repost this!

THE FLAWED HERO You are the hero of this play called life, but you are plagued by inner demons and glaring personality flaws. You are the Romeo, the Hamlet, the Macbeth, the Othello. You’re a good person, mostly, but you’re also impulsive, or vengeful, or ambitious, or jealous and easily tricked by dubious ensigns. You will make one mistake, and then also like twelve more mistakes just to bring it all home, and then? Well, then you will die. (But that’s just the worst-case scenario.)

HOMERIC EPITHET.   You are bright-eyed Rosalie Seeker. Homer also used this epithet to describe Athena, the goddess of things like wisdom, diplomacy, war, and arts and crafts. Athena was the patron of Odysseus and helped him out of some tough spots, except for those times she just didn’t feel like it for some reason or another.

FATAL FLAW.   You’re an idealist in a cruel, callous world. You want the world to be good. Here’s the problem: it’s usually not. At best it’s subpar. At worst it’s a nightmare void, and your naiveté is simply a plot device used to emphasize this point. Your inability to accept the world’s present darkness will lead to your untimely downfall, but not before your dewy-eyed idealism and rosy visions of utopia erode away. You will become a shell of your former self. Sorry about that. Yikes.

GREEK MYTHOLOGICAL DEATH.   Murdered by accident, in Achilles’ armor. One day, during the Trojan War, Achilles decides to just up and quit. He’s the greatest warrior apparently ever, so this is something of an issue. You can’t bear to watch men die in battle for Achilles’ pride, so you don his armor yourself and lead his men into battle. Everyone thinks you are Achilles, and morale is high. You die, however, because somewhere in there you remember that you’re actually terrible at fighting. Silver lining: Achilles avenges your death something FIERCE. So that's something.

GENERAL SEEKER-KALAR'AA.

“Don’t be sorry,” Lottie insisted. “I made it out and I’m doing fine, really. I had plenty of time to recover. When I was reported missing, I was really helping Leia and Luke out on Tatooine-they were kind enough to just let me hobble along and deal with my own shit instead of sending me out to the Alliance immediately.”

“My trip?” Lottie laughed, fingers brushing against a white railing, her mind reeling to try and find an acceptable way to describe her recent, tumultuous life. Marriage and currently secret pregnancy aside, how did you bring up the fact that you spent months on Enric Kelrian’s planet to Rosalie Seeker? Of course, she didn’t know it was her who killed him, but how many humans matched her very specific facial features?

“Well,” Lottie began with a long sigh, raising her eyebrows. “I was only on Endor for a few days, really, before I was whisked away, and-well, Rebels are nothing if not gossips, I’m sure you know all about exactly why I left for two weeks. In any case, we were back for about five days before Luke and I were sent on a diplomatic mission. To Corisdor.”

The last word hung heavy on her lips, turning to Rosalie for any sort of telltale reaction. Were the rumors and Enric’s past boasting true?

The word was a weight tied around her heart, sinking it low in her chest. She could feel Lottie’s eyes on her, boring into the side of her face -- but more so, she could feel the cold creeping up her spine. It took all of her strength to keep her face even and unaffected, but she knew she wasn't wholly successful; she hadn't even let herself think that word in years. “ A diplomatic mission, ” she parroted, as lightly as she could.

          Rosalie could have laughed. What reason other than a cruel joke played upon her by the Force could the Rebellion be making colloquy with Corisdor? His world. Returning to the forests of Endor had been difficult enough, as victorious as she had left them either time. But now, the phantom aroma of lemon trees whispered at her nose, and threatened to take her balance.

“Me too-but I’ve been so damn busy, I swear, you escape from prison and they reward you by clogging you with meetings and missions and shit. Even on Endor-when I wasn’t at the med bay I was at psych evals, or debriefings, or taking care of Luke, or passing out from exhaustion. Honestly, I haven’t had time to really think about-any of this.” Lottie gestured to the sparkling new building around them, her large eyes scanning the interior of the newly established, permanent base of the Alliance. 

“It’s no one’s fault we haven’t seen each other, really, I’ve been away and I’m sure you’ve been busy setting up all this.”

Rosalie smiled softly, gloved hands clasped in front of her, as her eyes followed the path of Lottie’s. Up toward the fruit of what she’d been working for since the day she stepped foot on Alderaan for the first time in a decade -- since she first lay her name in ink upon the declaration. Those twenty-some years lay heavy on her, but a lightness came to her chest whenever she allowed herself to take it what they had given her.

          “ I know condolences are the last things you want, but I am sorry. ” She took a deep breath, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. “ Sorry we couldn’t help you get out of there sooner. And that we never gave you ample time to recover. ” Not necessarily physically.