Rhum'n'ice, Rose prononcé, glisser le verre sur Archibald avec un florissant. Pour être juste, il y avait... exactement un cube de glace dans ce verre, mais bon sang, c'était cher de le faire venir, d'accord? Archie était un client fidèle, donc il n'a pas eu le même regard hautain et harceler quelqu'un d'autre qui a demandé de la glace l'a fait, mais elle avait des normes, d'accord?
Les normes qui n'incluaient généralement pas les hommes à visage crânien regardant son dos finement bousillé. Rose s'est hissée sur un tabouret, croisant les jambes au genou et se penchant sur les coudes, soulevant ses sourcils en réprimande à l'homme toujours mâché assis dans le coin. Elle lui a donné un coup de pied, un sourire qui courbait les lèvres pendant qu'elle regardait la ville filtrer, et a cligné quand le pauvre ivrogne Johnny a parlé. Elle l'a regardé, muselé mais amusé.
"Juste une petite, chérie?" Elle a demandé, un rire caché dans sa voix. "Awright, tirez."
NAME— "Lady" Rampinella Raphaela Rose (Lady Rose to strangers, Rose or Ella to her friends)
AGE— 26
GENDER— Female
OCCUPATION— Proprietor of the Sandy Rose Saloon
BIO— Lady Rose arrived in Sand Flats at the tender age of sixteen as part of a traveling circus. She caught the eye of the then-proprietor of the Sandy Rose, charming her way into his heart as part of the showgirl chorus at the time, and one night he jokingly said she deserved to run the place with a name like that. She got ideas, and better than that, she had plans. After staying in town for two weeks with the circus, she managed to charm her way into the heart of the old, childless man, and three years later when he finally bit the dust, she swept in with a copy of his will naming her the new owner of the Sandy Rose. Needless to say, that caused quite the scandal.
Now, ten years later, Lady Rose has (mostly) wormed her way into the fabric of small town society, especially those who frequent her saloon, the only one in town. Not only is she the proprietor, but frequently participates in the weekly shows she puts on. She's a shoulder to cry on or a rump to gaze after for many, but few people know the real Rose under the flirty wink and cheeky smile. No one knows who her parents were, why she joined the circus (or left it, for that matter), or if that's even her real name.
PERSONALITY—
Rose is, when you first meet her, incredibly charming. It's been her livelihood since she was twelve; she can charm the socks off a grizzled old cowboy if you give her enough time. She's beautiful, she's confident, and she uses both of those things to her advantage—not to mention she controls your liquor. She's raunchy, crass, and sarcastic; who knows if there's anything different underneath the show she presents to the world?
TALENTS—

charming; looks good in just about anything
good liar
excellent gambler, likely to cheat
agile, due to her circus background
good horsewoman; she can still pull off some circus tricks~
master of throwing knives; she was the knife girl in the circus
can hold her liquor; she runs a saloon, for god's sake

FLAWS—

has alienated 99% of the religious people in town
can throw a punch, but beyond that she's useless in a hand-to-hand fight
can shoot a pistol, but not well, and any other firearms are beyond her
pretty damn greedy; always looking to make an extra buck
somewhat...lax morals
physically weaker than most men