Zsofia Rose was born to Phaedra Rose, the Priestess of Artemis and Tarin, the Priest of Apollo under the Auspice of the Ahroun. This made her a warrior, and as such, upon her birth she was gifted with a Grand Klaive by Dreamstalker. (It is a level 5 fetish. It's a large silver sword that has a WAR spirit and an ancester spirit in it that makes the user more charismatic. )

Her peaceful father had a difficult time accepting her Auspice. He had always hoped she would come into the role of the Living Bridge between the two temples she was born to and chose a life in the halls of either. There were many times in her life that his voice echoed in her mind, a calming presence he used to ease the fire of her blood and keep her rage in check - something she would have to learn to do on her own soon enough.

Her first few months in the Land of Beware were not easy, and his sudden death was very difficult on her, driving her away from the Rose Pack for a time. She ran through other lands, a hunter and warrior forsaking her home, her place in the cycle, living with only her rage as companion. When she did return to Beware, she kept to the shadows, watching for awhile before leaving again. During one of these times her mother and her new mate, Seamus, gave birth to a son - her half brother - Graeme. She traveled with her newly expanded family to Greece and to Scotland before returning to beware - but it wasn't long before she was gone again.

While she was away from the pack, she learned many things - about battle, hunting, and life. The most important of these things, however, was that you cannot change history. And she finally accepted the loss of her father, and embraced her place within the pack, and came home.

She is a warrior, through to her core. She has not given much thought or time to the idea of love or taking a mate and having cubs. Most days she scarecly bothers to brush the tangle of ebony curls that hang past her shoulders. In truth, she takes more care with her Grand Klaive than she does with her appearance, though few could miss the crystalline blue of her fierce gaze.

And should the day come that her gaze falls to you...it'd be best for your sake that it falls as friend, and not foe.