You are now Rosalie Olivia Strider, otherwise known as Rose. You are probably the coolest chick alive, or you would be if there wasn't an influx of Striders already. After all, when it comes to who's coolest, there can be only one. And you know what? You are damn well fine with that.
When you were 13 you played the most fucked up game ever, but you came out stronger for it. You were the Seer of Time, and sometimes the powers still flux and you're stuck for who knows how long seeing into forever. It's not fun, but you've learned to live with it. Now you're in college and doing just fine.
You dabble in psychology for fun, and you aren't sure what you're going to major in. Your other interests include song and dance, reading, and parkour. There are also some other, smaller things but they aren't really that important for now.
You have avoided pesterchum, instead taking to call your friends on the phone or on skype, but your chumhandle was trenchantTennin and you speak and type in a manner that can only be described as sophisticated as hell.