Roka "Rosethorn" Roseluck's Questionnaire

Roka "Rosethorn" Roseluck is a current resident of the small town of Portland, Oregon, if you have heard of such a place. She first moved here with her two weed smoking girlfriends, and they have not moved since. Their home is quite nice, fairly standard as far as modern houses go, although Rosethorn's room is quite dark and devoid of any electronic appliances, preferring to stick to what she knows and understands. It does feature a light with a light switch, which Rosethorn described as "magical" and "a true innovation to society." She's usually accompanied by one of the two girlfriends in order to keep her in check when they go out.

Rosethorn's two weed smoking girlfriends (yes they smoke weed) provide her with a steady flow of cash to work with. You see, they are quite rich, and were happy to include this weird failgirl warlock into their lives, as Rosethorn has been nothing but an affectionate joy to have around. Rosethorn usually buys books at the bookstore, believing them to be tomes from the ancient past to grant her infinite wisdom and power. She also buys trading cards. She has fallen in love with card  games, finding them to be a true test of wit, guile, and planning. Skibidi Ohio.

There are many secrets in this universe, some more hidden than others. This magic that I wield, these visions I see, this power I hold. Where does it all come from? From which tree of death doth my mind wander towards, where all thoughts merge in one unreality? I intend to unravel this mystery. There is nothing more important, no one who could cross me, which would cause me to falter from my path. I would, nay, will do anything to transcend mere mortal understanding of this world, the next, and any which circle this singular plane of existence we dwell on. People, creatures, ghosts, ghouls... They are of no issue. Victims of my raw power should they try and stop me. Death could not pry the hands from the tome of the world. I will be whole.

There was an ancient tome in the back of one of the ol' dusty bookshelves no one goes to at this grand old library I once visited. One of those things you see and you immediately feel it pulling you in. An aura of sort. A black hole. I grasped onto that book, kept it close. It made me greedy. Greedy for knowledge, for power. It held unknowable secrets, eldritch magic. When I touched that book, I saw visions. Visions of searing hellfire and blinding radiance and boring lectures and lost love. I saw myself, grasping that very book, over and over and over and over and-

I had a fine childhood! I know, I know. The sad emo fit might make you think otherwise, but I swear I'm totally fine. My parents both really pushed me get straight A's and do honors classes and practice sports and theatre and, gods, they really did push me really really hard. Maybe a bit too hard. I guess it makes sense. They were pretty strict. I didn't really get to do all the stuff I do now until college. Go to events by myself, with friends. Get into a relationship. Really... do anything, huh? Ah, where were we? School, yes, I went to school like all the other kids. You might expect me to be one of the weird emo kids but no. I was a bit of a nerd, always in my books instead of hanging out. After school I'd be at the library instead of, well, anywhere else. I wouldn't say I didn't fit in. I'd just say maybe I blended in with the rest.