Rosia_

Name: Ambrosia De'Lenure
Species:Unknown. Some sort of void-spawn.
Age: Fuck if I know
Height:5'3"
Weight:120-ish lbs
A Candlelight_Alts Alt.


To know of one's origin is a generous gift, one not afforded to Ambrosia. She simply appeared, young and full of energy, at Heaven's doorstep, with no memory of who she was or why she was there, save that she was told to help others. Obviously, one of the best ways to do this would be to join the ranks of angels and assist mortals wherever neccessary. Of course, when one sees a random white-haired human-thing smelling of the Void, there is a natural bit of confusion and hysterics, as well as the possibility that this is a trap of some kind, and as such, Rosia was barred from Heaven. She considered her options, and instead decided that helping demonkind with their vices and whatnot would be a good fit for her talents. Much in the same way, seeing a kid bathed in the residual light of Heaven, they barred her from there as well, leaving her as a wandering soul of sorts.

As of current days, she's sort of resigned herself to wandering the mortal world, helping where she can in any way that she can. Due to her odd properties, she has pretty much unlimited stamina, meaning she can just work for days on end if need-be. Any wear and tear won't actually be felt by her, either. Pain, aches, discomfort, even stab wounds and acid burns... nothing really seems to bother her, if she even feels them at all. Any attempts made to address this results in her being rather vague about it, at best.

Otherwise, Rosia is in the odd state of being rejected by death itself. No matter how far gone she is, she will somehow simply appear anew, in a fresh body, completely unharmed. This odd form of reformation applies to small wounds, lost limbs, and so on, though nobody ever seems to be able to witness it. The moment one stops focusing their perception on her, the wounds simply seem to disappear.

Ambrosia is not naive, as cheerful as she may act. She is helpful, but only in cases where she can reasonably assume she can be of help. Her personal safety does not factor into her desires, either, meaning she is very willing to sacrifice herself for the most trivial of things.

When one can't die, why should one worry about dying?