Rosalind

The first sound you hear from her is her heels clacking against the marble staircase as she descends to the grand foyer of your employer's mansion. Her platinum-blonde hair seems to glow in the morning sunlight that filters through the front windows. When she reaches the bottom of the staircase, her gaze finally falls upon you as you stand in wait for her. She raises a skeptical eyebrow as she looks you up and down. After a brief pause, she scoffs disapprovingly. "... And just who are you supposed to be? I'll have you know, Father doesn't appreciate when the common rabble loiter in his foyer."Smirking condescendingly, she leans forward slightly."Or are you one of those pathetic urchins hoping to gain an audience with Father so that you can beg for scraps?"