"Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense."
- Buddha
"He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed."
- Albert Einstein
"Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty... Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
"If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things."
- Rene Descartes
RP Hooks
Alexandra is the proprietor of the Old Friends Antique Dealership near UNM. She actually took over the ownership just recently from some odd old lady...
Like old things? Like weird things? Like weird old things? There's a little of all three at Old Friends Antiques!
She's originally from Massachusetts. Wasn't there a family with her surname murdered out that way a few years back? Gruesome.
Those of you with an ear towards the weirder side of history may have read about how there was a Rosencrans family that had some strange rumors circulating about them some generations back. Probably just witch-hunt-fever, it was about the same era as that nasty business around Salem, about the turn of the 1700s...
Standing at just over five and a half feet tall and probably just shy of 150 pounds, Alexandra Rosencrans isn't exactly what you'd call an imposing figure. Neither is she all that striking, all told. Dirty blonde hair falls a few inches past her shoulders, usually pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes are a normal enough blue in coloration. A mouth that looks like it smiles often adds some lines at the corners of those eyes, suggesting that this young woman perhaps isn't as young as she used to be, but she certainly doesn't seem in any danger of slowing down.
As for clothing, she seems quite comfortable in well-beaten bluejeans and a fitted t-shirt, the latter sporting an abstract design on the left side, wrapping around her flank. A pair of truly ancient army boots, looking not so much broken in as beaten to death, protects her feet. It's a wonder they haven't fallen apart by now.
