Rho'sþ

When the world of paranormal and the world of reality meet sparks fly, things explode and world-ending paradoxes ensue. As such it’s highly advisable to keep your paranormal and real lives separate... You know, like how husbands keep their lovers and wives separate? It’s just a really good idea. Do not use the same phone number, home and--especially!--do not use the same name. That said, I am called Rho'sþ or simply Rho's. Why? You might ask. A certain someone (of the male variety) called me “a delicate rose…”

So I stabbed him...

…and the name stuck.

I am a guide, a counselor and a bodyguard. My job is to protect those who are newly exposed to the things-that-go-bump-in-the-night until they are able to protect themselves. I don't always like my job....... Actually, I never like my job. I have to deal with whiny people crying "Why me?!" and "How is this possible?!" and "I want to go back to "before"!"

Well, so do I! because “before” I didn’t babysit whiny people… But do you see me standing around whining? No, you don't. You see me kicking butt and taking names--actually, I usually don't bother with the names... but I enjoy the euphemism. I work hard trying to keep my charges' brains safe, so they will have a chance to wrap them—you know, their brains—around this new reality and move on with their lives.

Do I always succeed?

No.

Do I ever fail on purpose?

…

Hint

ρ'sþ = Rho'sþ = Rho's Thorn= Rosethorn

Word Count: 250


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