Rosemary Zorya Fox

103rd Division Training

Force Recon Training, Raider Training

N7 Training

Doctorate of Medical Science

Omni-Shield

Proximity Mines

### Identifying Marks

Dozens of shrapnel and burn scars on her torso plus various other scars from injuries sustained in combat and training. Missing both legs below the knee.

## OOC Info

### Status

Active

**Rosemary Fox** is an operative of Council Recovery Corps and a member of Alliance N7.

## Biography

The Fox family was already large by the time Rosemary was born into it. She had three older siblings and more cousins than she would ever be able to count, and Rosemary herself was born the first of a pair of twins in the year 2136. Keeping with the theme of the twin’s names, her younger sister was named Basil Veronica Fox. Whereas one might usually describe twins with adjectives such as “inseparable” or “connected”, it seemed growing in the womb with one another did no such favors for these sisters.

From the very onset it seemed that their personalities were completely different; Rosemary was an outgoing, fiery baby that knew what she liked and what she didn’t. Basil was more shy, and also more emotional, easy to laugh or scare. The twins Rosemary and Basil found themselves born into a family deeply ingrained in the military. It wasn’t just their parents that served, but their parent’s siblings and their parent’s parents as well. As such the two of them grew up in a rather homogenous environment; one where it was basically assumed that they, their siblings, and even their cousins would follow in their parent’s footsteps. Of course, some of these children had different ideas, and Rosemary and Basil were no different.

Even as kids, the pair were polar opposites; Rosemary fell in love with the idea of doing what her papa and mama did as a career, while Basil wanted to do anything but. The eldest child, a girl 6 years older than Rose named Cinna, wanted to make a career out of the military from a young age. The middle child, a boy named Sorrel who was three years Rose’s elder, wanted to serve only briefly in the military before going off to do his own thing. And the youngest, another boy named Clove, only a year older than the twins, promised his parents to at least go to basic training but did not have any delusions of actually passing. As they grew up, the twins developed a somewhat love/hate relationship. Rosemary bullied Basil and in turn the younger sister annoyed her twin, but beneath it all if anyone did anything to either of them the twins would ruin their lives.

Together though, the pair of them made a name for themselves in school, generally for being disruptive in different ways. Rosemary was a sociable little girl, and highly possessive of her friends; it was easy to incense her if you came after someone she cared about. Basil, on the other hand, was obstinate and rude; she had few friends, but to those she did have, they were the only people she ever paid any heed to. All else could fade into nonexistence, for all she cared. This dynamic continued from grade school to high school graduation; it only exacerbated itself as time went on. Rosemary kept networking and making friends with everyone, Basil preferred the company of books and fewer, closer friends.

A rift began to form between the sisters as they grew older, and it came to a head upon their graduation from high school. Rosemary, as expected, enlisted in the Alliance Marines mere *hours* after her graduation ceremony was over. Basil, on the other hand, had been accepted into a prestigious university as a medical major. Their parents, Gordon and Valencia Fox, thought it odd but ultimately supported Basil in her decision. Their daughter had gotten into a prestigious school on a full ride, what more could a parent want? Cinna was perhaps a little disappointed in her sister but inevitably happy that she had found her calling. Sorrel was more approving, wishing Basil the very best in her studies and praying for her success.

Rosemary, contrarily to the rest of her family, reacted vehemently to Basil’s choice. They already had opposite personalities, and Rose could abide by that. There was no finishing one another’s sentences, no sharing the same thoughts, and though they were identical twins, the two favored entirely different looks. But despite that, the pair got along. But when Basil decided to skip the military life altogether and not at least *attempt* to continue the family legacy, Rosemary went off. Never mind the fact that the rest of her siblings would continue said legacy just fine; something about the fact that her *twin* didn’t want to join the military greatly incensed Rosemary to the point that the pair had a huge argument about it. That was the last time either of them would speak to one another before Rose was shipped off to Basic Combat Training in the year 2154.

She was in reasonably good shape to begin with and only got stronger as the cycle went on. She ended up passing among the top of her cycle, earning herself a step promotion from Private to Private First Class before going into her job-specific courses; she’d chosen to go infantry, as her father had done in the past. Rose was notably one of the best shots in both basic training and AIT. She excelled in her training and ended up graduating in the top percentage of her class yet again. Stationed aboard the SSV Dunkirk, she was attached to the Second Fleet. Rosemary’s siblings were all doing well for themselves. Cinna enlisted the day she graduated high school and Sorrel had bitten the bullet and enlisted the same time as Rosemary; the former was a Service Chief on her sixth year in the military, and the latter went in as a PFC because of college courses he’d taken prior to enlisting; he was serving with the flotilla guarding Shanxi, well on his way to becoming a Corporal. Clove, predictably, had not passed basic training, but instead he went out to live on Eden Prime, which at the time was still a fresh colony that hadn’t yet seen it’s third birthday. And Basil, she went to school to become a doctor, seeking to heal others instead of harming them. For the first three years of her service, Rosemary was average. She was a stellar soldier, but she was content to advance at a steady pace, not necessarily pushing herself any more than she needed to. Reaching the time in service and in grade requirements, she was promoted to Corporal in her second year. She was known for being easygoing, and her comrades regarded her as the most qualified among them for a promotion to Service Chief. And she would see that promotion, though not for the reasons she imagined.

The year was 2157, and on one fateful day, humanity made first contact with an alien race. It went less than well. For reasons that humanity did not comprehend, their vessels were fired upon by unknown hostiles; the flotilla guarding Shanxi was defeated, and only a single ship had escaped to warn the greater body of the Alliance. As the conflict escalated and Shanxi was invaded, Sorrel, who was in his last year of enlistment and was slated to leave the military very soon, found himself in open combat. He would never live to see civilian life again, becoming one of the six-hundred and twenty-three human casualties of the First Contact War. Rosemary didn’t realize this at the time; all she knew was that Shanxi had been attacked and taken by hostile alien forces. When the Second Fleet swooped in a month later to evict the turians from the planet, she exuberantly went with them, eager to defend her race and save her brother’s hide; it was something she never intended to let him live down. As she discovered on the surface of that colony, Sorrel had not, in fact, lived that down.

Enraged and grieving, Rosemary launched herself ferociously into battle and claimed three lives before the turians could retreat from the planet entirely. After relaying the news of her brother’s death to her family, the young woman and her comrades rearmed themselves and prepared to take the fight to the Turians; to show them how it felt to be attacked. They never got the chance, however, as the Council intervened in the conflict and an armistice was called. Outraged that humanity would not have it’s revenge and unbelievably saddened at the loss of a close sibling, Rosemary returned home with her family for Sorrel’s funeral. Her grief, however, was beaten out by rage and hatred, something that disgusted Basil. Rosemary’s twin said as much, and explained that now that both sides weren’t shooting each other there was a chance for peace, and for reconciliation. Under her breath she muttered that if the Alliance hadn’t fired upon the Turians then no one would’ve died in the first place. This immediately escalated to blows; Basil took a step too far and Rosemary didn’t bother yelling at her. She wrestled her twin to the ground and beat her bloody before she could be wrestled away. This was the beginning of the first schisms within the Fox family. Basil, after receiving medical attention, left and from that day forwards didn’t speak to any of her family members again. The treatment was mutual; most of the Fox clan alienated her from their hearts from that day onwards. Clove was the only one sympathetic to her, and though the rest of his family could tolerate it if only barely, Rosemary treated him harshly because of it.

Promoted to Service Chief for her actions on Shanxi, Rosemary returned to the service and PCSed to the Seventh Fleet, Rosemary turned her rage into determination. Before, she was simply adequate in her service, now she excelled. The 21 year old demanded to be sent to as many training opportunities as possible, learning to operate effectively in all manner of environments. For the next two years that seemed to be all she was doing: training to grow as an operator and becoming a force to be reckoned with. In the year 2160 the Seventh Fleet was deployed along the edges of Alliance territory to protect its interests from pirates and the like. Rosemary immediately put that training to use, earning herself a reputation as a force to be reckoned with as she leapt into the fray without hesitation and dealt with the enemy without an ounce of mercy.

Very quickly Rosemary made a name for herself among her peers as a ruthless individual. She always got the job done, and always got it done efficiently. What’s more, thus far she hadn’t suffered a single casualty from a soldier under her command. But that was pure luck; she certainly didn’t go easy on her troops. Many of the decisions she made in the field resulted in her soldiers coming back gravely injured, and though none had died yet many had come close. Rosemary, for her part, displayed minimal concern for them. She took responsibility for their injuries, of course. But she apologized for nothing, and rather applauded their sacrifices to help complete the mission. This attitude built distrust amongst her peers and, conversely, trust amongst her superiors.

In 2161 Rosemary voluntarily transferred to the 103rd Marine Division, which was the Alliance’s premier special forces division, and continued her training into mastery of the combative arts. It was here that the woman first learned to twirl a blade, among other things. Many of her longest standing friends were made in the training halls of the 103rd, their bonds forged alongside the hardships of surviving the programs there together. And when they were done they had become elite operatives, second only to those with an N-designation Rosemary herself specialized in marksmanship, sporting a M-13 Raptor and a M-6 Carnifex. It was in this training that she also learned to make effective use of a Tactical Cloak, and thus she became something of an infiltrator. Never the greatest with technology, however, she became more of an assault infiltrator instead of a technical one; a person who, rather than sneak behind enemy lines and sabotage their equipment, instead snuck behind enemy lines and then picked them off from within their midst. She put these tactics to use in 2162, participating in operations both clandestine and not, for the whole of that year. Very quickly her skills were recognized by her peers, and, despite her apparent attitude, the woman made a name for herself as reliable against all odds.

Having met the qualifications and then some, she was also promoted to Gunnery Chief. Fast tracking her training opportunities, Rosemary went on to voluntarily join the 601st Force Recon Regiment, which was a step above the already impressive 103rd Special Forces Division. The woman found herself especially suited to Force Recon operations; her rage, though it hadn’t dissipated, had long since been tempered, and she watched and waited ever so patiently, surveilling her targets carefully and relaying as much accurate information back to her peers in other Marine units as possible.

Particularly of note was an operation in 2163 on a barren rock in the Terminus Systems that Rosemary participated in. Inserted as leader of a tiny squad- only five people -she and her comrades were tasked with performing recon on a base that was being used as a staging point for slaving operations against human colonies on the fringe of Alliance territory. It was one of those outstanding operations that should’ve gone routinely but due to a series of coincidences, it immediately went wrong. Minutes after being inserted into the battlefield the squad was happened upon by a hostile patrol that hadn’t been picked up by the scanners. To add to their problems, there was an increased enemy presence at the base at this time; the slaver crew had recently come back from a raid and the base was fully staffed consequently.

The Force Recon team was able to kill the patrol that had discovered them, but not before the base was alerted. The planet they were on had no atmosphere; there was no telltale whistle of any projectiles raining down on them. Radar only detected the mortar strike after it was too late to avoid; it landed dead center in the team and instantly took out two of the five. The other three were flung away from the blast, shieldless. Then defenders began to stream out of the base to pick off stragglers. Dragging her nearest squad mate along with her, Rosemary retreated from the area, unable to reach the third remaining member of her team. They put up a valiant effort, taking out four enemies before being gunned down themselves. Their death served as a distraction that saved Rosemary and her remaining squad mate from discovery. Before the enemy could pursue the pair they had hidden themselves in a nearby cave network.

When the slavers came searching they both hid under tactical cloak and avoided detection. Though they could’ve called the mission right then and there, Rosemary refused to leave the site empty-handed, and so they made careful note of the number of enemies searching for them, sneaking carefully from their hidey holes and navigating around an increased number of patrols to get a proper bead on the base and relay their information to command. Choosing a reasonably defensible ridge, Rosemary and her squad mate transmitted all of their information to the vessel they’d been inserted from. Though encrypted and indecipherable, the transmission couldn’t possibly go unnoticed, and predictably the enemy made a beeline for their new position. It was a race against time to see how long the pair could hold out before exfil. Because of their superior position, and more than a few traps they’d left below the ridgeline, the pair killed a whopping thirteen enemy combatants before finally being retrieved by a shuttle.

The base was assaulted by teams from the 103rd Division weeks later; Rosemary specifically asked permission to take part in the operation despite having earned herself some much needed down-time. Being attached to the 103rd yet again, she fell right back into her old routine, feeling more at home with them than she realized. Fighting relentlessly alongside her comrades, Rose earned herself three more kills on that operation; one to avenge each of her fallen squad mates. For their actions she and her teammate were given commendations and offered positions in the Marine Raider Regiment. Accepting without hesitation, Rosemary transferred units once again.

Rosemary didn’t spare any time upon reaching the Raider Regiment to prove herself. In 2164 and 2165 she was deployed almost constantly, never resting for longer than a few weeks and pushing herself to her limits. All of this was in preparation of her transferring from enlisted to officer in 2166, becoming a 1st Lieutenant. Her track record preceded her, and it wasn’t long before the woman was invited to go to ICT. In comparison to the hardships she had known in live combat, the first go-around of ICT was much easier to Rose. She acquired her N-1 Designation without much serious upset. As soon as possible, she went back to try and acquire her N-2 Designation. This proved immediately more difficult. Rosemary was challenged to the limits of her skills to pass her N-2 training, and very barely squeaked by in passing it. Undaunted, the woman tried for her N-3 Designation without pause, and resoundingly failed out of the program within days.

Taking some months to step back from the program and better herself, Rosemary returned to the active combat scene, replacing her M-6 Carnifex with a M-77 Paladin and her M-13 Raptor with a M-99 Sabre, both of them setting her back considerably in terms of finances. The purchases paid off however; Rosemary became something of a glass cannon, capable of dishing out incredible amounts of damage with a single strike. Rosemary found this to be a failure, however. She needed to also be able to protect herself; her tactics put her in the midst of enemies which presented unique opportunities for her foes to return the favor of damage unto her. And so the woman acquired the Tech Armor and Fortification omni-tool suites, as well as sections of temporary cover; Barricade. With these she could build cover for herself anywhere and, barring that, could fortify her shields with added layers.

Applying these new abilities in training, and later in combat, Rosemary discovered that they increased her lethality tenfold. Before she had to play the game of hit and run; now she could feasibly entrench herself behind enemy lines for a while longer and give them hell. Trying for her N-3 Designation again, Rosemary passed the program in the middle of the pack. Determined to do better next time, the woman conditioned for months before going back to ICT for N-4 training in 2167. Managing to pass reasonably ahead of her peers, Rosemary decided that training for months before going back to ICT would make it easier to pass the subsequent lessons. And so that is exactly what she did; three months later, after conditioning herself once more, Rosemary tried for N-5.

Three months after passing that, she went for N-6. This one she failed not once, but twice. It dealt a huge blow to her ego, but Rose refused to let the program defeat her. She wanted the highest tier, and for that she had to go through N-6. And so on her third attempt she finally passed, and went onto the final hurdle. The training that would dictate whether or not she became an N7 was familiar to Rosemary. It was similar to her experience on that barren rock with the Force Recon, in which half her squad died. The difference, to her, was that she simply had to survive longer than everyone else. That was much easier than also having to accomplish an ulterior objective in the meantime. Because of the nature of the test, and Rosemary’s inherent experience of the situation, she ended up the second to last person remaining. By the judging criteria of the training, she was among the top of the N7 candidates, and finally she had acquired the coveted N7 Designation in 2168.

Throughout this entire time Rosemary had not been in much contact with her family at all. She called home every now and again, but they hadn’t seen each other in several years. Now the N7 returned home for the first time in a long time, and she was given a hero’s welcome. The community came together to give her a warm congratulations on achieving N7. Even Cinna and Clove showed up for the celebrations; Basil, of course, was absent. It turned out that she hadn’t kept in contact with anyone except Clove, who she asked not to divulge any details about her personal life.

While their parents took that a little personally, Rosemary waved the matter aside and enjoyed the quality time she had with her family. Cinna, now an Operations Chief, discussed her near retirement from the Alliance Marines, almost having put in twenty consecutive years. Clove had gotten a degree in biology, and ran the botanical operations on Eden Prime with his wife. Altogether the Fox family seemed to be doing well for themselves. From that year onwards Rose made a concerted effort to see all of her family at least once a year. She had felt more at ease after seeing them than she had felt in many years, and it was good to catch up regularly. It was also good to know that her parents and siblings were all proud of her work; that meant more to Rosemary than anyone would ever know. The next few years went by in a whirlwind for the N7. She went on countless operations and faced immeasurable enemies but through it all she couldn’t help but feel a little happy, and a little proud of herself for coming as far as she had.

In the year 2170 Cinna retired from the military, having put in her twenty years, and moved to Elysium to live out a life with her family in the colony and help with it’s militia. In that same year Rosemary was promoted to Staff Lieutenant. A celebration was held at their family home in honor of that, and afterwards Rose got right down to work. Now that humanity had settled quite nicely into the galactic scene, things were ramping up in terms of crime and actions against human interests, particularly in the Terminus Systems or on the fringes of Alliance territory. There was a lot to be done, especially for an N7 in charge of a team of Marine Raiders.

In 2172 Rosemary took part in a series of raids against pirates and slavers in the Skyllian Verge designed to make way for further Alliance expansion into the cluster. At the time she thought nothing of it, treating these as routine missions against nuisances at best, but not organized foes. Four more years passed without major incident, the only thing of note happening being Rose’s promotion to Lieutenant Commander in 2174. She didn’t see any major operations until the Skyllian Blitz in 2176. Cinna still lived on the planet, and when Rosemary heard of what was going on she had a minor breakdown before immediately volunteering her team to insert on the ground and help evict the invading pirates. There was practically no downtime between volunteering and inserting into the combat zone; one day the team was going about their normal business and the very next they were coming in hot at the heart of the colony. Immediately they came into contact with the enemy, and wiped out a force of invaders that were attempting to push against a militia barricade. It was here that Rosemary linked up with Cinna; her older sister had led the resistance efforts in this sector of the colony and was preparing for another push against the enemy. The combined 42 years experience of both women, with Cinna having achieved a high rank on the enlisted side and Rosemary’s extensive Special Forces background, their capacity for asymmetrical warfare surpassed the expectations of the invading pirates. The fighting was long and rough, even so. Long after the enemy fleet had been evicted from the sky, pockets of pirate resistance remained active on the planet, and the two siblings and their respective units spent long hours tracking them down and snuffing them out one by one. Though the cost was moderate, the day finally came when the pair came across the last group of invaders. They fell to the combined might of Elysian Militia and Alliance Special Forces, but not without a parting gift from the pirates; a team of snipers began firing upon anyone they thought important in the opposing formation. Immediately one of them got a bead on Cinna; she was better armored and armed than the other militiamen, and she barked out orders loudly. It took two shots; one to pop her shields and the other to pierce her skull. Rosemary watched the whole thing; the bullets came one right after the other, and she wasn’t quick enough to cross the distance between herself and her sister. Immediately she felt guilt and grief. Thereafter she felt only a deep, unfathomable rage. All the hatred she had repressed and learned to cope with came to the forefront, and only one thought went through Rosemary’s mind. The main pirate base had already been sacked, it would take no time at all to finish the job. Ceding command of the situation to one of her squadmates, the N7 told them she’d go deal with the snipers. And that she did. Reports during the cleanup would discover three bodies with faces disfigured beyond recognition, disarmed, and ankles slashed through.

The funeral for Cinna was a somber affair; hundreds of people that had been affected by her legacy showed up to give their respects. Even Basil made an appearance, and though the pair weren’t exactly chummy, they were cordial with one another for the occasion. And while Rosemary was glad that everyone had come, she absolutely could not accept what had happened on her watch. So she threw herself right back into training, swearing to herself that she wouldn’t let that happen again to someone she loved. She wouldn’t let not a single member of her family die before their time again. Later that year Rosemary was promoted to Staff Commander, though if you asked her about it she’d act as though she never noticed. Retreating into herself and letting her hatred brew, the N7 went on dozens of operations back to back in the Terminus Systems, all of them targeting pirates or slavers or groups affiliated with the Skyllian Blitz. Utilizing her N7 Designation, she purchased herself an N7 Eagle to replace her Paladin, and acquired both the Omni-Shield suite for her Omni Tool and beginning to make use of proximity mines in actual real life combat.

Two years later Rosemary would get her revenge. Early in 2178, the Alliance placed monitoring equipment on the moons of the gas giant. They detected hundreds of pirate and slaver vessels passing by the area over the span of months and, once the information had been compiled and backtracked, eight pirate havens were discovered. The Alliance launched a series of raids against each, which came to be known as the Theshaca Raids. Rosemary took part in several of these raids, most notably in the Siege of Torfan. She commanded her troops ruthlessly, but admirably, and earned herself a field promotion to Major for her efforts there. Relentlessly she hunted down the pirates and spent countless lives to make sure each and every one of them had paid the ultimate price. And, in her mind it was worth it. Her anger was so great that she repressed any possible remorse until it simply did not exist anymore. Or so she thought.

Rosemary’s life turned upside down when one day, weeks after the raids had concluded she got a call from a woman, asking about the Siege of Torfan. Rose figured that this would be another protest, claiming that they’d gone too far in their actions against those villainous scum. What she found, however, was much more horrifying. The woman was a mother of one of the pirates there, a young man. He’d fallen in with the wrong crowd and ended up on Torfan with a gang that hadn’t even participated in the Blitz. They were robin hood types; those who stole from the Council and gave to the Terminus Systems. All around a good crew, if illegal.

The woman sent Rosemary a picture of her boy, praising him as being clever and intelligent. Rosemary knew he was clever, she remembered that face. She remembered eviscerating him with her dagger after he snuck up and got the drop on her; he was fast but she was faster. At first Rosemary tried to be aloof. She tried to play it tough and hung up on the woman right then and there. But the woman called back. Not once, not twice, but three times. And on the last ring of the third time Rosemary did answer the phone and she apologized. She begged for forgiveness and, when she received none, bawled her eyes out.

The offices on Arcturus had no windows and were mostly soundproof; no one heard or made any inquiries of her on that day. And, when she left work, she pretended like nothing had happened, only to break down when she arrived at her room. Deciding to take some time off, Rosemary went back home for a time, to be with family. She didn’t know what to call the feeling she felt, but as best as she could tell, it was shame. Never once had she regretted an action that she took, and still she didn’t think she regretted what she did on Torfan, but she very keenly felt the shame of having done it all the same. Her solace was in an old high school friend with whom she reconnected while at home; Kellan Holcroft. Kelly for short. Kelly and Rosemary were best friends in high school, and the moment they met each other again it was easy to see that their friendship had not diminished whatsoever. Divulging to Kelly what she did not feel comfortable telling her parents, Rosemary explained the way she felt and wondered as to what she could do about it. Kelly, for her part, suggested that Rosemary get out of the military and do something else with her life, something more peaceful. Rosemary looked like she might consider the idea seriously, but upon returning from leave it was evident that she would not willingly leave the service. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for her, she would not have to make that decision.

On her next operation out, Rosemary’s squad was ambushed by mercs with explosives. They were corralled into a tight area and a grenade was thrown in their midst; everyone’s shields had taken a beating from the firefight earlier, and surely the grenade would kill the lot of them. So, Rosemary did the obvious thing; she jumped on it.

Her remaining shields absorbed the worst of the blast, and it was that saving grace that kept Rosemary from being killed instantly. However, as it stood, she took much shrapnel to the torso, and she was badly burned. Her squad medic performed first aid on her and stabilized her injuries, and upon medivac back to the vessel they had inserted from, Rosemary was sent straight to the medbay. She was later transferred to the dedicated hospital aboard Arcturus Station, where she received proper medical care. For a large part of it Rosemary was near comatose, coming in and out of consciousness in brief bouts. During that time her squadmates, her parents, Clove, and even Basil came to visit her, though she remembers little of each visit. When she was finally able to maintain consciousness, her superiors came to discuss with her the options she had going forwards. She was to be awarded high honors for her gallantry in saving her comrades, but she had also suffered an egregious injury. As such, it was recommended to her to retire from active duty service.

Rosemary accepted, getting an honorable medical discharge in late 2178 As the new year ticked over and Rosemary recovered from her injuries, she decided- again, at the prodding of Kelly -to try and get into contact with Basil and mend things with her only remaining sister. Her parents approved greatly of the idea; it was high time their family be whole again, or as whole as it could be with two dead children. All three of them took a trip to Eden Prime, to see Clove. Rosemary’s parents were getting up there in age, and had decided to move in with Clove. Rosemary still had a bit of recovery to do, so she was coming with. Not to mention that Clove was her only bridge to Basil. When she asked for her sister’s contact information, Clove was originally hesitant, but eventually he agreed to set up a meeting between the two that he would chaperone. Their parents, instead, suggested that he simply invite Basil to Eden Prime, so they could all work through their problems as a family.

A few weeks later, Basil did indeed arrive on Eden Prime. She didn’t come alone, however, bringing with her a small posse; three turians. One was the same age as she; the other two were but children. Basil introduced them as her family; unbeknownst to her parents or sister, Basil had married a turian artist by the name of Aggripina Severus. They’d adopted two turian children; Victra and Thraxa. For a moment, Rosemary was stunned. She’d honestly never expected Basil to tolerate another person in her house. She told her sister as much, to which Basil smirked and replied that she didn’t think she’d see the day Rosemary willingly left the armed forces. The two siblings fell into their old routine of roasting one another. They were careful not to get on each other’s nerves too much, but the pair seemed to get along well enough.

As the day drew to a close, Rosemary cornered Basil alone on the porch and the two had a heart to heart. They still didn’t really like each other, but they were sisters, and it was high time they reconciled their differences. Basil asked as to what Rosemary would do now that she was out of the military, to which Rose replied that she was going to ask her twin. She expressed an interest in trying to do some good in the galaxy and Basil suggested she go into the medical field. Basil herself ran a medical practice on Omega for cheap, aiming to help the wayward souls of the station without bankrupting them. And so, in the summer of 2179, Rosemary Fox stepped foot for the first time on a college campus. The next six years were spent in relative bliss; as an older woman the younger students sort of adopted her as a mom-friend, and she was happy to oblige them. It was a great change of pace from the unequivocal need to be ruthless and tough in the military.

None of them needed to know about her past either, so she could be an entirely different person around these people. She could be kinder, less angry all the time, more helpful. It was soothing, therapeutic even. But under the surface, lurking, her colder side remained. Every once in a while it cropped up; when someone annoyed her or in instances where she had to take charge. Rosemary didn’t especially like being that way towards others, but it seemed a necessary sacrifice to keep order in some situations. At the end of her six years of schooling, Rosemary came out of it with a PhD in Medical Science; she’d pushed herself hard and taken classes without regards to personal time, though she was used to doing things like that. She ended up getting her doctorate two years in advance because of her efforts. She earned it just in time to see the formation of GUARDIAN, what with the Taetran Insurrection and the Blight Dominion becoming a genuine threat in the galaxy. Rosemary didn’t bother with them, opting instead to work at her sister’s clinic on Omega. That war was not hers to fight.

She successfully avoided having any dealings with GUARDIAN or it’s shenanigans until early 2187, when the Family was unleashed upon Omega. Between Rosemary’s special forces training and Agrippina’s mandatory military training, the two of them evacuated Basil, Victra, and Thraxa off of the station, and went to live with Clove and their parents on Eden Prime while Omega recovered from the attack. That proved to be dangerous as well, what with the Reapers coming in and decimating the colony; Rosemary and Basil’s family were travelling slow, having to deal with multiple stops on the ride they’d hitched to drop off other refugees.

By the time they got to Eden Prime the Reapers had been long since evicted from the planet. Clove, his wife, their oldest son, and Rose and Basil’s parents all died in the Reaper attack on Eden Prime. Basil grieved intensely for them. Rosemary, predictably, turned to rage. Some things never changed, and a clear schism was starting to form between the twins yet again as Rosemary left home to join the war effort one last time. She’d perhaps put on a few pounds from the last time she’d seen combat, but she still had the skills to make it work; living on Omega had ensured that. The woman did not get to participate in the final battle, however. During one particular operation the team she was with were ambushed by Reaper forces, and she found herself beset by a Brute. It swiped at her, shattering her legs beneath the kneecaps, and would’ve mauled her to death if her squad hadn’t focused fire and killed the creature. The next thing Rosemary knew, she was waking up in the hospital. She remembered nothing between passing out on the battlefield and awakening there, but she was told that her team called in a shuttle and had her evacuated from the combat zone. Her legs below the knee were pulverized so thoroughly they might as well not exist, and the aging woman took the option of prosthetics so that she might remain mobile and independent.

Basil, as far as Rosemary knew, did not come to see her in the hospital, and when she was discharged, packed up her things and announced that she was moving back onto Omega, to take over Basil’s practice there. Basil, for her part, was staying on Eden Prime and taking care of her late brother’s kids. Despite being the only ones left from their family, the two sisters could not be farther apart from one another, and resentment grew between the pair once more. For the last three years, Rosemary has lived aboard Omega, tending to patients there and violently kicking out anyone who raises a fuss in her office.

When the CRC came about, originally the woman was content to ignore it like she had GUARDIAN. But, after witnessing their support efforts during the Crisis at New Karnak, she developed a newfound respect for the organization, and decided that she might as well offer them her support.

## Personality

Rosemary Zorya Fox is an incredibly complex individual, even more so than most other people with her skillset. She as a person has changed significantly on multiple occasions in her life, and they weren’t exactly clean shifts in personality. The person Rose is today is a far cry from who she was when she was young and spry. There are many things she has done in life that simply don’t come up in everyday conversation. Though she is willing to divulge some details among close friends, she will never volunteer the information; only by asking the right questions will one ever discover her true nature. However, sometimes she slips up and says something out of turn, and the question gets brought up of “Where did you learn that?”

She is very shy, and in casual settings her voice is always soft and almost meek. She has quite the vocal range, however, and can produce a sonorous, commanding voice if necessary. On that token, it should be noted that Rosemary will only raise her voice on one of three occasions. The first is in surprise; she’ll exclaim loudly and probably cover her mouth with her hands in shock. The second, is in stern anger; Rose is meek but she will not take untoward umbrage. If she perceives something as her fault she will blame herself willingly, but if someone comes at her out of nowhere she’ll very sternly correct them. Also, as a doctor she is used to ordering her patients around a bit, particularly when they’re being difficult. The third instance is when Rosemary has to take charge; being a former N7 she knows how to lead people, and though she is very content to be led this time around, she is willing to step up to the plate if a space needs filling.

Beneath all the meekness and the layers, however, Rosemary harbors a deep seated rage. When she was perhaps younger, the rage was directed towards specific entities; first turians, then batarians and vorcha. But nowadays Rose’s hatred extends to all people, though she represses it as heavily as possible. It is misanthropy, which she tries to cast out of her soul with every fiber of her being. But every once in a blue moon perceived wrongs will simply mount up and eventually she will explode. Rosemary’s hatred is not a loud thing; she does not scream or shout at people. She simply becomes cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless. Whether fighting a combatant or scolding a noncombatant, she will use every weapon available to her, within or without her vocabulary, to not only bring them crashing down, but to cause them pain.

Despite her best efforts, sometimes that coldness will creep into Rosa’s façade. It won’t be as overt as if she were actually angry, but sometimes she’ll stop listening to something someone is saying and sort of recede into herself mentally, perhaps making an out of hand comment under her breath before seeming to snap out of it. On that note, Rosemary is a rather distrusting individual. She is slow to open up to others, and even when it seems like she might’ve opened up, in reality other people have only scratched the surface of her being. Even with people she looks forward to seeing every day, Rosemary keeps most of her inner thoughts hidden away, rather than voicing her opinions on matters.

There are only two signs that Rosemary completely and fully trusts an individual. The first is that she might tell them stories of her military record; this is less of a concrete sign and more of a probable one; if the right kind of force is applied, mentally, she might be pressured into telling the tale to another, though she would never willingly tell it to a group. The sole other sign that Rosemary genuinely trusts and likes a person is how she lets herself be around them. Usually, no matter the situation, Rose is tense. She could be enjoying a cup of tea with someone else and making polite conversation, and even though she might not be feeling stress you could easily see the tension in the set of her shoulders or the way she perpetually clenches her jaw. With someone she trusts, though, the woman is completely at ease. Her posture is relaxed and her gaze is open, inviting even, to people she is comfortable around. Her personality changes too; the woman she was before she became a combatant begins to leak out.

Before she first saw combat, before she lost any of her family, Rosemary was an outgoing, charming, and endearing person. She was sociable and bonded with other people easily. Though she is less social and refuses to bond with most people today, with those she truly trusts Rosemary bonds with them deeply. She is incredibly outgoing towards these specific people, and she’ll take the initiative in cracking jokes and making conversation with them rather than simply being polite. Even so it’d only happen in private with that other person; if another individual joined them that she did not feel comfortable around she’d revert right back to her usual self.

Rosemary’s favorite colors are lilac and rose pink. Her favorite flower is the Phlox (because it sounds like “Fox”) and it’s been her extranet handle for decades. Her favorite cuisine is South-Eastern Continental American, for it’s decadent nature, though her comfort foods come from Canadian cuisine. Her favorite pastimes usually include either eating, reading a good book, or both; seldom do they ever include people. She keeps a journal every day, both to document her dreams and how she’s feeling at any given time. Rose does it to administer therapy to herself so that she might not have to go see a psychologist, though of course she has her own biases and despite adamantly refusing to admit that, understands that one day she will have to talk about her past to a licensed professional. It should perhaps be noted that, though once religious, Rosemary has fallen out of touch with her spiritual roots and believes that there is no higher power in the universe, nor any afterlife to spend one’s death. Only the void remains.

## Hobbies and Exceptional Skills

* **Not Your Average Grandma:** Rosemary, to her eternal chagrin, is considered something of an old woman by her younger coworkers. She sort of embraces the role, often giving advice to those younger or less experienced than she and adopting them in a way. She often has intriguing insights on particular subjects, and though she is still ashamed of certain parts of her past, she sometimes hints at things and chuckles internally as her adoptive children all conjecture wildly as to what she could possibly mean

* **I Knit, Sew What?:** Playing into the stereotype of being an old lady unintentionally, Rosemary avidly knits and sews. Oftentimes the greatest sign of her affection to another person would be a hand knitted or sewn article of clothing or accessory. She gives them out gratuitously to individuals she likes, and stubbornly withholds them from individuals she does not.
* **They Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To:** Rose is an avid collector of antiques and older items from around when she was young and even earlier. She likes to reminisce over times well spent, and lament the advent of newer, crazier technologies. Though she is mostly technologically literate, there are times where she’ll come across something and have no idea whatsoever how to operate it.
* **Baker’s Dozen:** Rose is a foodie; she likes to eat. What once used to be a coping mechanism turned into a genuine hobby and she’s always willing to try new cuisines. Unfortunately she is not as good at replicating the taste in her own kitchen, though that is not for lack of trying; many a coworker has politely told her that her overcooked casserole was “alright” or “well seasoned”.
* **Instrumental in Your Life:** Rosa is, among other things, a skilled musician. Though she hasn’t played in a band since she was 17, she has a good understanding of many human instruments, and as she served in the military and got to see other cultures, she has developed skills in non-human instruments as well. It is a sort of therapy to her, to be able to play an instrument for herself.
* **Lyrically Inclined:** To build off of the above point, Rose is a good singer. Though she has not exercised her singing voice in a professional capacity in decades, she will sometimes sing old songs to herself or to children. She usually won’t sing around other adults, and if any catch her in the act she will stop abruptly and pretend she had never been singing in the first place.
* **Re-dirk-ulously Talented:** A skill built during her extensive special forces career, Rosemary knows her way around blades of varying length. Building into her collection of old things, the woman likes to specifically keep a collection of blades, both modern and antique. She is not a professional reenactor or anything of that nature, but she knows her way around a blade and can appreciate a well made one when she sees it.

## Physical Description

Rosemary is a big girl, there’s no two ways around it. She’s above average height and chubby, with plenty of fluff to go around. She’s an aging woman, but she still keeps a sort of youthful vigor about her, byproduct of advanced healthcare and a rigorous hygiene regimen. Her face is very round, and it tells a sort of story about her. She has two big dimples, and laugh lines around her eyes. She also has worry lines on her forehead, though her bangs usually cover them and even then they aren’t especially evident until she starts furrowing her brow.

Rosa’s hair is very long, and extremely voluminous. She usually does it up in a french braid parted off to the side, so that the other side her hair still hangs loose. Though graying at an alarming rate, her hair still has a sheen to it, and she adds soft blue highlights to it to look more appealing. Rosemary also wears hair ornaments often, to accentuate the color of her hair. Her lips are full and often upturned in a small smile. She’s got a button nose set below round, silver eyes. Rose doesn’t wear a ton of makeup, usually adding only a little bit here or there to touch up her natural look.

Though completely secure in her age, Rosemary is insecure in her body; specifically in the damage that has been done to it over the years. And so she often wears clothes that hide every inch of skin below the neck. She has shrapnel and burn scars from the shoulders down that marr once beautiful tattoos; a family of foxes, a Phlox flower, and a N7 symbol. And, below the knees, she is lacking in biological feet; she has prosthetics. Sweaters and leggings are her go-to clothes, though in the warmer months she opts for a long sleeved blouse or tunic, and occasionally someone will convince her to go out in a long sleeve sundress that goes down to her ankles.

For work, Rose wears a rather curious uniform. There are, of course, the standard doctor scrubs, but over those she wears, for lack of a better term, a flak jacket; a really thick jacket meant to mitigate the damage of shrapnel and explosives. She wears this flak jacket into combat as well, over a set of heavy armor. The jacket itself has kinetic barriers built in, as well as reactive plating on some parts. There are deep psychological reasons as to why she wears a flak jacket so often, related to the shrapnel and burn scars she has on her abdomen and arms/legs.

### Armament

* M-99 Sabre w/ Precision Scope
* N7 Eagle
* Omni-Shield
* Proximity Mines

### Abilities:

* Tech Armor
* Tactical Cloak
* Tactical Scan
* Barricade
* Fortification