My OCs

Roslynn

Hello, my name is Roslynn.

I grew up on an abusive home so I ran away at 15. A older man said that he would help me, but only if we got married. We got married when I was 17, he wouldn't tell me how old he was. But I was desperate for help.

He quickly became abusive. I needed to get out. Since he made me do all of the cooking, I was able to poison him and then kill him later that night. I took what money I could and a small bag of a few belongings. I left and never looked back.

I tried to live on the streets because I couldn't afford even a small apartment. I attempted to get a job, but no one would hire me. I was robbed and raped so many times that I soon only had the clothes on my back. The police couldn't find out what happened to my husband. The news papers never mentioned that he was married. I realized that we were never legally married, he was just using me. 

One night, I almost died. I managed to come by a small bit of food. As I was cooking it over a small fire, a group of men jumped me and stole it. They beat me and left me to die in the snow. As I was coming in and out of consciousness, I felt some one pick me up and put a warm blanket over me. 

When I actually woke up, I was in a very large, warm bed in a big room with a lit fire place. I slowly got out of the bed, but my legs buckled and I fell onto the carpeted floor. I picked myself up and wrapped the silk robe that I finally noticed on the foot of the bed around my bandaged body. I managed to walk over to the door and open it. It looked like a castle from a movie. A woman noticed me leaving the room and ran up to greet me.

"You're finally awake! Lady Mirinda will want to see you." 

She lead me to a large room where a beautiful woman was sat reading some letters. 

"Lady Mirinda , the girl is awake." 

Lady Mirinda looked up and smiled. She set down the letters and stoop up to greet me. 

"Come child, sit. You look much better now. Your color has returned. How are you feeling?" She asked, leading me to the beautiful arm chairs sitting in front on the fireplace. 

"I feel much better now, but I'm very sore." 

"You were almost dead when we found you. We were surprised that you were still alive. We were able to find the men that did this, they have already been dealt with." 

"Thank you, but why did you help me? You don't even know me."

"We saw a woman in destress and knew that we had to help. You look like you have had a rough life."

"I have. I ran away from home at 15, got married to an abusive jerk at 17, and ki- left him a few months later. I found out that we were never legally married so he was just using me. I've been on the streets since then." 

"My child, you have been through a lot. You are welcome to stay here if you like. We are here to help you."

"We?"

"We are a group of women that help and look out for other women. Even if it means that we have to take extreme or illegal methods to do so." 

"Well, now I guess I should admit that I did kill my husband."

"As you should have."

"Thank you for saving me and accepting me." 

"Of course darling, everyone deserves a safe place and a family. That's what we are giving to many women that are in similar situations to yourself. Now, what can we call you?"

"Roslynn."

After years of staying with them, I have earned my place and grown so much stronger. 

I have short, black hair, blue eyes, a scar through my right eye, and lots of freckles. 

I was born July 30th, 1998.