Establishing our variables and categories here!
From foster kid to street kid to exclusive private school kid. Because sure. That happens all the time. For Rowan McKenna, though, it's simple reality. That's how her life's gone down, thus far. She can't exactly complain, since the "scholarship" came with free room and board, and all she had to do in return was stick with her studies and eventually help other incoming students learn the ropes. In her twenties now, she's starting to look at moving on and starting the next leg in her life's journey, but her ties to the Villa St. Rose and the organization that made a home for her there will always remain strong.
The reason she was recruited to the school. Telepathic, with a few extra little tricks up her sleeves.
Card-carrying member. Wait, do they have cards?! Is there any credit on them?
On a screen or around a table, she loves games of all sorts. Role-playing, going to various Cons and events, you name it, she's unabashedly in.
Sometimes she sets up and does sketches on the fly for donations. Other times, she leaves her mark on the city in a literal sense, with elaborate and detailed street paintings that she doesn't even always take credit for - they just show up overnight.
Those all-night art projects can take a toll. Good thing Portland is known for its coffee, right?
Laid back, friendly, and usually won't make people turn down the music... unless she's trying to sleep.
I like having you as my friend, because if I randomly assign rules to a game I just made up, I know you'll actually follow those rules and start playing.
You're cute. Like, genuinely cute. Not like when someone goes, "Oh, that's such a cute house." That house is not cute. Stop saying that.
Call me old-fashioned, but I would give you an apple. I know that doesn't seem like a big deal now, but, like, a hundred years ago, giving someone an apple was a sign of respect. I should also mention that I don't know history.
You're cute, like a tiny rabbit in the woods. But also tough, like a tiny rabbit in the woods, who is independent and can fend for itself.
If ninjas captured you, I would spend all of my free time training to be a stellar ninja. Which might take some time, since I am very far from being that, but I want you to know that I would eventually save you.
If you were a Dum-Dums lollipop, you'd be the mystery-flavored one. Because you always keep me guessing. Also, I don't know what you taste like.
You know what's awesome? The top of a raspberry sour cream muffin. The kind with those big sugar crystals. Also, your face.