Chin, Rose
Nov 15, 2016 1:36:36 GMT -8
Post by Rose Chin on Nov 15, 2016 1:36:36 GMT -8
Your Name: Sarah
Age: 20
Contact Info: pm the user account?
Note: this is my first time in a thread-y, multi-person RP, so for the love of all things good, in the words of Carrie Fisher: "teach me Obi Juan whoever the f*** you are...you're my only hoe."
Character Name: Rose Chin
Age: 25
History
Rose grew up on a ranch on the outskirts of Calgary, Canada. She and her two sisters were adopted from China by a pair of well-meaning and indulgent parents whose idea of parenting was, other than enforcing a set hour of ranch chores, utterly laissez faire. She always swore that one day she would make it to a big city like New York and do things far more sophisticated than shovel horse dung--which, of course, is how she found herself in a tiny English town, working the right-hand woman of the head horse wrangler.
She didn't try very hard, is the thing. School was easy until it wasn't, and by then, she'd already gotten set in her ways, which were foolish, if generally not inherently harmful. During the summers, she fell back on horses, always, depending initially on her family's connections and later on a resume built more or less on various forms of horse-wrangling. Even after she still somehow managed to study English in a decent California university, she kept coming back to horses for the summer, landing a gig at a place with a few high-profile clients, then another place where she picked up some stunt work, and finally, the summer before her junior year, a paid internship on the set of a b-rated swords and sandals movie as a horse wrangler. When she graduated from her Master's program in with very few publications, a lazy affection for reading, and no inclination for criticism or teaching whatsoever, she surprised only herself by becoming a horse wrangler rather than a writer.
She has low expectations for this job. She likes horses, yeah, but in her experience, shoots are long and tiring and full of people who are trying to be famous and not trying very hard to be kind or even human to the woman whose job it is to mind their horses. Especially since after the initial novelty, said people usually view horses as living props and nothing more.
All in all, she's most worried about the food. She really does hate English food.
Appearance
Rose is relatively small and her features make her look younger than she is, which she sometimes hates and sometimes finds handy. Her straight hair is almost always tied up and out of the way in a practical ponytail. Unfortunately for everyone around her, she has the opposite of Resting Bitch Face; she constantly looks rather cute, pleasant, and cheerful, but that’s usually contrary to her actual default mood, which is a little grumpy. Around the horses or not, she’s in jeans, but never skinny ones. If there’s any rips or worn patches on her clothes, they’re handmade, not store-bought.
(Faceclaim: Katie Leung)
Personality
Rose is still very fond of her family, although the distance between Calgary and California has rendered their relationship a little more distant than it once was. Because she lived in a relatively remote ranch, Rose’s social life up until uni consisted of riding round with her various friends, mostly girls, developing relationships that were as amiable as they were shallow. This model was completely smashed by the beer and beaches of California. The latter she adored; the former, not so much. It didn't help that in her freshman year, she had the scare of her life involving a drunk acquaintance and an insistent partygoer. As the years wore on, she fell in and out of several shallow relationships and friendships, each more frustrating than the last. Without her sisters, she increasingly feels desperate for a connection that seems increasingly impossible.
In addition to not knowing how to build relationships properly, Rose is generally misanthropic and suspicious of everyone, so she’s picked up the bad habit of never asking for help. On top of that, a mix of the cowboy ethos of self-sufficiency and an uneasy consciousness that her parents adopting her made her life very easy has led her to be fiercely proud and mindful of her independence. She was in no shape financially to travel across the ocean and start anew, but she’s here now and that’s all that matters, right? It’ll be fine.
After an idyllic childhood in Canada and a relatively uneventful young adulthood, Rose has absolutely no reason to be grumpy, but grumpy she is. Perhaps it’s the cloudiness of the English weather or perhaps it's the feeling of restlessness and ennui that she can’t seem to shake. Other than simply needing the money, she chose this job for the hope that it might shake her up; that the culture shock would somehow change her for the better, or point out some purpose that she could finally pursue.
Her fondness for fiction might spring from everything her life lacks. In fiction, whether in TV, movies, or books, she finds the purpose, ambition, friendships, and love that she wishes that she had, and it makes her a very poor sort of romantic; her brain is quick to point out potential for fiction-esque plots in her daily life, but she’s acutely aware that said plots never really happen to her. Similarly, she has a set of of political and philosophical opinions held very lightly, but outside the inevitable racism of growing up a Chinese cowgirl and a few encounters with misogyny of the average collegiate type, she’s experienced so little actual injustice that when she encounters it, it makes her extremely uncomfortable.
If ever you want to see Rose light up, find a way to work one of her favorite authors into the conversation and watch her go. Once she’s let go of layers of politeness, misanthropy, and caution, you’ll find that her mind makes unexpected connections and bad dad jokes at the speed of light. She is also a fair hand with children of all ages and very tender with any animal, though you won’t catch her at that; she hates showing any strong emotion in public save for full-out rage once in a blue moon. A natural caretaker, she can also slip quite easily into interactions with elderly people and anyone who she perceives to be in need of a helping hand.
Age: 20
Contact Info: pm the user account?
Note: this is my first time in a thread-y, multi-person RP, so for the love of all things good, in the words of Carrie Fisher: "teach me Obi Juan whoever the f*** you are...you're my only hoe."
Character Name: Rose Chin
Age: 25
History
Rose grew up on a ranch on the outskirts of Calgary, Canada. She and her two sisters were adopted from China by a pair of well-meaning and indulgent parents whose idea of parenting was, other than enforcing a set hour of ranch chores, utterly laissez faire. She always swore that one day she would make it to a big city like New York and do things far more sophisticated than shovel horse dung--which, of course, is how she found herself in a tiny English town, working the right-hand woman of the head horse wrangler.
She didn't try very hard, is the thing. School was easy until it wasn't, and by then, she'd already gotten set in her ways, which were foolish, if generally not inherently harmful. During the summers, she fell back on horses, always, depending initially on her family's connections and later on a resume built more or less on various forms of horse-wrangling. Even after she still somehow managed to study English in a decent California university, she kept coming back to horses for the summer, landing a gig at a place with a few high-profile clients, then another place where she picked up some stunt work, and finally, the summer before her junior year, a paid internship on the set of a b-rated swords and sandals movie as a horse wrangler. When she graduated from her Master's program in with very few publications, a lazy affection for reading, and no inclination for criticism or teaching whatsoever, she surprised only herself by becoming a horse wrangler rather than a writer.
She has low expectations for this job. She likes horses, yeah, but in her experience, shoots are long and tiring and full of people who are trying to be famous and not trying very hard to be kind or even human to the woman whose job it is to mind their horses. Especially since after the initial novelty, said people usually view horses as living props and nothing more.
All in all, she's most worried about the food. She really does hate English food.
Appearance
Rose is relatively small and her features make her look younger than she is, which she sometimes hates and sometimes finds handy. Her straight hair is almost always tied up and out of the way in a practical ponytail. Unfortunately for everyone around her, she has the opposite of Resting Bitch Face; she constantly looks rather cute, pleasant, and cheerful, but that’s usually contrary to her actual default mood, which is a little grumpy. Around the horses or not, she’s in jeans, but never skinny ones. If there’s any rips or worn patches on her clothes, they’re handmade, not store-bought.
(Faceclaim: Katie Leung)
Personality
Rose is still very fond of her family, although the distance between Calgary and California has rendered their relationship a little more distant than it once was. Because she lived in a relatively remote ranch, Rose’s social life up until uni consisted of riding round with her various friends, mostly girls, developing relationships that were as amiable as they were shallow. This model was completely smashed by the beer and beaches of California. The latter she adored; the former, not so much. It didn't help that in her freshman year, she had the scare of her life involving a drunk acquaintance and an insistent partygoer. As the years wore on, she fell in and out of several shallow relationships and friendships, each more frustrating than the last. Without her sisters, she increasingly feels desperate for a connection that seems increasingly impossible.
In addition to not knowing how to build relationships properly, Rose is generally misanthropic and suspicious of everyone, so she’s picked up the bad habit of never asking for help. On top of that, a mix of the cowboy ethos of self-sufficiency and an uneasy consciousness that her parents adopting her made her life very easy has led her to be fiercely proud and mindful of her independence. She was in no shape financially to travel across the ocean and start anew, but she’s here now and that’s all that matters, right? It’ll be fine.
After an idyllic childhood in Canada and a relatively uneventful young adulthood, Rose has absolutely no reason to be grumpy, but grumpy she is. Perhaps it’s the cloudiness of the English weather or perhaps it's the feeling of restlessness and ennui that she can’t seem to shake. Other than simply needing the money, she chose this job for the hope that it might shake her up; that the culture shock would somehow change her for the better, or point out some purpose that she could finally pursue.
Her fondness for fiction might spring from everything her life lacks. In fiction, whether in TV, movies, or books, she finds the purpose, ambition, friendships, and love that she wishes that she had, and it makes her a very poor sort of romantic; her brain is quick to point out potential for fiction-esque plots in her daily life, but she’s acutely aware that said plots never really happen to her. Similarly, she has a set of of political and philosophical opinions held very lightly, but outside the inevitable racism of growing up a Chinese cowgirl and a few encounters with misogyny of the average collegiate type, she’s experienced so little actual injustice that when she encounters it, it makes her extremely uncomfortable.
If ever you want to see Rose light up, find a way to work one of her favorite authors into the conversation and watch her go. Once she’s let go of layers of politeness, misanthropy, and caution, you’ll find that her mind makes unexpected connections and bad dad jokes at the speed of light. She is also a fair hand with children of all ages and very tender with any animal, though you won’t catch her at that; she hates showing any strong emotion in public save for full-out rage once in a blue moon. A natural caretaker, she can also slip quite easily into interactions with elderly people and anyone who she perceives to be in need of a helping hand.
