Name: Rosalind Beringhuysen
Biography: Rosalind is the only child of Ilse and Adalbert Beringhuysen. Ilse was a concert pianist and generally well-suited to the upper class way of life and she found great joy in the prospect of marrying the enterprising Adalbert who owned one of the largest gun factories in Prussia. Both parents had a different idea on how to raise Rosalind but both of them agreed to keep her out of the tumultuous war zone as much as possible. Rosalind failed to inherit the musicality to become a prodigious pianist and that was when her father began to have the biggest influence on his young daughter. While he wanted to travel with her, the state of the world forced them to stay local and Adalbert spoiled Rosalind with the current fashions and any books she wanted. She began to become interested in the study of history and she told her parents she wanted to become a professor.
After a tour of her father's factory and a few long conversation with some haggard but handsome soldiers, Rosalind decided she wanted to be a part of the military. Her mother was outraged and demanded that Adalbert talk some sense into her, but he instead sent away for several books of military tactics and etiquette in regards to foreign nations. He was convinced that he would keep his daughter out of the military by securing her a position as an advisor. At the age of 20, she began working around the capitol in the offices of various high-ranking officials. She was sent abroad to Neue Bremen for a year-long observation of an infantry unit.
Whenever it rained in Neue Bremen, it always brought the soliders out. Sure, the old saying wasn't exactly accurate as it rained much more frequently in the coastal city than the military could afford to give days off, but the sentiment stayed the same. Soldiers were crowding the slippery streets and tumbling towards any bars that would take them. Most of them had pretty girls on their arms and others had only one thought on their minds and would take any girl to make it a reality. Such were the types that Rosalind had become accustomed to seeing ever since she arrived. She hadn't been in Neue Bremen long, a few days if she was going to be punctilious about timekeeping, but she kept coming back to this one pub in order to steady herself for her assignment. The trip had made her somewhat sick and only brandy and ginger ale made her feel any better. Rosalind had never imagined that she would be assessing an infantry unit in Schildkroteland of all places. Sitting alone in a pub watching while cars broke up the eerily lit puddles in the street and nearly ran over a few wayward young men didn't seem any more real to her. Rosalind quickly dropped some more ice into her glass of brandy, downed it, then pushed it out of sight and out of mind at the corner of the small table.
When she was about to pack up and head to sleep for the night, she noticed a stranger walk into Cromwell's who took great pains to straighten out his uniform. He didn't look a thing like the other soldiers huddled around the bar. He wasn't yet glassy-eyed and neither was he attached to a fresh-faced young girl with the vacant expression of a housewife in training. It was a welcome change to her weary sight. The solider had, much to her surprise, an Iron Cross dangling around his neck. A man with such a great honor would be at least more interesting to talk to than the last straggler to try sitting next to her. She had ended up swatting his hand away with her trusty book when he decided that discussing tactics were much too distracting for his one-track mind. Rosalind had found out later from Richard Cromwell himself that the chap was from the Navy. Sailors, what can you do? she had dismissed it, but was more or less inclined to believe that it had ruined any chance of her having a good evening before she reported for duty as an advisor. Her fingers twitched a bit as she realized she went to reach for the brandy again only to remember that it was empty, except for some remnants that were now diluted by ice.
The solider sat down across from her and gave a winning smile. She was suitably impressed with his line and his brash wink, so she laughed and decided to play along, "I'm new in town. Back at home, I'd nearly be fighting off the soldiers in a pub like this. Poor showing so far for Neue Bremen." She flashed a flirty grin, mostly lip with just a flash of pearly whites. "Even though this is a business trip I thought I'd at least get to have some fun before settling into a grim routine." Tomorrow's the time to be professional. Today's the last day before I'm taken much more seriously than I'm used to, so I might as well get it out of my system. Whatever came of this evening anyway wouldn't cause her any harm in the long run. As long as she stayed clear of the bar and didn't look directly into the stranger's eyes she would be fine.