Youthful and cheerful like a spring flower, Rosalind seemed positively oblivious to the dangers of the world she lived in.

Raised in a small farm in Ackalia, this young farmer's daughter was cheerful and plain as one could be - definitely easy to overlook when compared to the exotic, carnal beauties that crossed her wherever she went.

Standing at an unimposing 5'2'', the only thing about her body that seemed to be particularly worth noticing were those full, plump breasts that seemed to constantly seek an escape from whatever bodice she stuffed them in. The rest of her features were quite average, with blue eyes and a freckled skin that suffered from the occasional imperfection here or there from being exposed to the sun. Her fingers were not as slender and soft as most, after a life of work at the fields, and her step was far from graceful - instead practical, and determined, if at times a little sprightly with the occasional skipping here or there whenever she was excited.


Perhaps the one thing that seemed somewhat memorable of the young girl was the constant scent of flowers that seemed to follow her everywhere - although it was often easy to see its source: the girl sold flowers for a living, and carried them so often on her person that their fragrance stuck to her.