Tygenn Rose, the company that grew overnight. When they frist appeared in the late 2014 no one thought they would get anywhere. when they passed their five year mark in the black people took notice. now ten years later it is known that they came out of Rowen Wood Corp before it collapsed into nothing. No one understood how a wood processing company could birth a technology company that would send Microsoft on the run to create a better computer. Now a Tygenn Rose is in ever home or so it seems. there are not many place where they do not have something.

But what do we know of them? who are the Rowen family that rules Tygenn Rose with tight fingers around their tech. No one has seen the head of the family since the early sixties. What are they hiding behind their walls of black marble.


Rhyce Rowen looked out acrossed the square from the coffee shop window. His long slender fingers tapping out the beat of the song on his Rose Bud. his tea should be there soon but the smell of the coffee around him was starting to get to him. maybe he should have waited outside in the sun, while one of the nice ladies here brought it out to him. Sighing he looked back at the counter where the ladies of the shop moved in a dance that only they knew the steps to. A smile barely touching his faded teal eyes as he pulled his black hair back to change the song on is Rose Bud.

There were times that he wished that he still had an Ipod but then those times were becoming less each year that passed. The interference they had caused when trying to cast a simple spell out weighed the lack of base for the Rose Buds. They had been laughed at when the Rose Bud's had frist come out. who would want a set of ear buds that had no storage that could be seen, then the size of the Rose Box that it could access changed the public image of it. Every one wanted one and the freedom that came with the unending storage.