Post by Rosario Reyna Guzmán on Sept 8, 2007 21:46:43 GMT -5
&______the player
name;; colleen
age;; 18
experience;; 4-5 years
graphic ability;; honestly i don’t rly know what to put here…
route;; through sly
&______the puppet
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appearance
full name;; maría teresa rosario reyna guzmán.
nickname: rosario, rosa, sometimes reyna, but usually rio.
age;; 18
grade;; senior
height;; 5’3”
weight;; 122 lbs.
general appearance;; she’s a fairly pretty girl, dark haired and dark eyed, obviously hispanic. her hair is naturally curly but she straightens it sometimes. her gaze is steady, calm. she doesn’t often appear to be ruffled by anything. she is very careful with how she appears to other people. a lot of times, she looks and acts older than she is. she dresses fairly conservatively when around her parents or other family members, but dresses in a much more casual way when with her friends or hanging out in public.
she is a petite girl, delicate looking, which she can use to her advantage sometimes. she tries not to take advantage of people, though. people have told her she has very intense facial expressions at times; she swears she's not 'trying to make faces'. it just happens.
she has a sort of innocent face, a sweet smile. it goes along with her personality; she isn't very fake or scheming, she's just genuine, and genuinely nice. she doesn't prefer her hair curly (regular) or straightened, either works for her, it depends on where she's going. she never really does anything fancy with it, no matter if its curly or straight, she usually just keeps it down or throws it up in a ponytail unless it's a really special occasion. she likes wearing nice things and having nice things but she likes to feel comfortable too so she usually combines the two, but with more emphasis on comfort. she does love to dress up for nice places/occasions and loves any chance that she has to do so.
she's pretty low-key for make-up, she was never really supposed to wear it and she got used to not wearing it, but now that she's eighteen her mother really doesn't care anymore so she owns some mascara and lip gloss, etc. but she doesn't use it usually, again unless it's a special occasion, in which case she will 'deck herself out'. it makes her feel good to 'dress up' and look completely different than her normal self.
personality
specific traits;; a sweet girl. tougher than she looks. quick to defend her loved ones. loyal almost to the point of stupidity. close to her family. unruffled. not very talkative in english, but she’s getting there. likes to have fun. adaptable. comfortable around most people, even strangers. quickly warms up to people. most confident when working with animals or around plants. passionate. friendly. optimistic and idealist.
likes;; plants. flowers and gardening. birds. cows. horses. being around people.
dislikes;; unnecesarry violence, any violence towards animals or kids, fake people, people who judge her way too soon. she also hates when she gets 'lost' during english conversations.
fears;; being alone, being made fun of for the fact that her english isn't perfect, being antagonized.
goals;; graduate high school.
general personality;; she is often afraid, but masks it by acting much tougher than she truly is. her insecurities could eat her alive, but she is cautious to never let this show. she’s fairly strong, fairly tough. she would defend those she loves in a heartbeat, though she knows next to nothing when it comes to proper fighting. she would go by instinct, by what she thinks of as the right thing to do in whatever situation she happened to be in. she’s not very talkative, probably because she doesn’t have the best grasp on the english language, but she can’t be called shy or introverted. she’s plenty talkative in her native tongue, spanish. She’s been picking up the english language in a fairly fast manner, but her brother speaks it better than she does, which irritates her.
rio likes to joke around and have fun. she loves having friends— something she misses. her vast amounts of cousins served as her friends, her best friends, and she hasn’t seen them in over five months. it’s been slow work making friends in the u.s. many people have been pretty rude to her, which really pisses her off. she doesn’t have too bad of a temper, but certain things tick her off very quickly. she gets incredibly angry and insulted when people call her ‘mexican’ or ‘spic’. she’s had people ask her if her family ‘jumped the fence’, or asking if her family is here illegally. she’s had people spit in her face, telling her that she’s a ‘dirty Cuban’ and should ‘climb back on her fucking raft and go home’.
she’s really protective of her loved ones, she can have a ‘mothering instinct’ even with her friends. even though she’s a small, somewhat unobtrusive person, she can have a bit of a napoleon complex, thinking she’s much bigger and fiercer than she is. she would do anything for her family or friends. she’s almost stupidly loyal, refusing to back down or away from her loved ones if they’re being threatened, but it does take a long time to sincerely earn her trust.
she’s adaptable, usually comfortable around most people, and she really warms up once she knows someone a bit, once they’re past the awkward greeting moments. she’s especially confident around living things, like plants and animals. she wants to maybe do something with plants when she grows up. she loves birds (her favorite animals) and adores horses and, strangely enough, cows.
she loves joking and having fun, can get carried away with it at times. she’s been known to blow past her limits on multiple occasions; it doesn’t help that she has a low tolerance for alcohol. she loves buying things and surrounding herself with things that make her happy. she’s been called overly flirtatious more than once, and can sometimes seem a little shallow. while she likes having material possessions, she also loves to share and give things away. her family jokingly predicts she will either die as a millionaire in a huge house surrounded by tons of things, or in a little shack with no possessions at all. she’s just as likely to blow all her money on shopping as she is to clean out her closet and give her clothes away
she’s generous to a fault, empathetic, very loyal (to her family, especially), and makes a reliable friend. she’s sensitive to how other people feel, will do her best to help, if she can. she hates cruelty or violence of any kind, and though she doesn’t have much of a temper, her sense of justice will kick in if she sees abusive behavior, towards other humans or animals. though she hates conflict, she will do her best to ‘put things to right.’ she can be very secretive sometimes, she likes to ‘keep her own counsel’ and has a tough time figuring out when it might be a good time to get herself help. she would rather deal with whatever it is on her own, anything to avoid conflict with loved ones.
she can be a little naïve and easily swayed; she trusts people a bit too easily. she tries to be friendly and honest and, being an optimist, would like to think that’s how everyone else is. she knows that’s not always the case, though. though she’s gotten a bit wary as she’s grown older, her first instinct is to trust rather than to be apprehensive, when she meets someone, unless they ‘look suspicious.’ she’s an idealist. she will also rely on her ‘gut reaction’, she thinks she has a pretty good judge of character, most times.
she’s mature, a bit old for her age, and tends to distance herself from the ‘normal teen girls’ of her age group, helped by the fact that she doesn’t yet have a perfect grasp of english, and she really doesn’t have much in common with most of them, at least to her thinking. she hasn’t found ‘her place’ in her new home, yet, where back at home she knew she belonged with her cousins and her friends.
she’s easygoing, able to go with the flow of things. she’s learned to be an adaptable, even mellow person. she usually has a very cool temper, which can frustrate people at times, when they try to get a reaction out of her and it doesn’t work. she tries to stay on an even, balanced keel.
history
family
father;; pacho reyna hernández
father's occupation;; civil engineer
mother;; jacqueline guzmán mirabal reyna
mother's occupation;; bank teller
siblings;; jaime reyna guzmá is her 12 year old brother. he's in middle school.
general history;;
Sorry if it's confusing, it sort of goes backwards.
Part I- AFTER
Her family has been in the United States for a little over a year; they emigrated from the Dominican Republic. It was meant to be a ‘clean slate’ move, but also an economical one, as her father had a job lined up in New Mexico. Her parents, Pacho Reyna Hernández and Jacqueline Guzmán Mirabal Reyna, spoke decent English, and Rosario (Rio) and her twelve-year-old brother Jaime spoke a minimal amount of it. For a few weeks, they stayed with Pacho’s sister, Senona, who lived in upstate New York. After that, Pacho was able to secure the job in Santa Fe, so the Reyna family uprooted itself once more and relocated to the Southwest.
Pacho had applied for lawful permanent resident status based on employment, and was granted a visa number under category EB-2 (Second Preference), which is for members of a profession holding advanced degrees or their equivalent, or people who show outstanding ability in the sciences, arts or business. Pacho has his master’s degree in civil engineering and, in the Dominican Republic, worked as one for eight years. His future American employer filed a petition for Pacho to get an immigrant visa.
Next, he had to figure out how his family would be able to enter the country, by legal means. Pacho filed an immigrant petition for Rosario and Jaime, and had to wait for them to be granted immigrant visa numbers, just as he had had to wait for his. It took eight months. It was a bit easier to bring Jacqueline; she was eligible to receive “following-to-join” benefits, and she didn’t have to wait to get a visa number.
Pacho was now working for a big city firm as a civil engineer. Jacqueline, who generally went by Jacqui, held down two jobs, working as a bank teller on weekdays and a Home Depot sales associate on weekends, specializing in the gardening department. Rosario, settling into her freshman year of American high school, studied her ESL books at night, and struggled with her part-time job at a local convenient store. Jaime was adjusting the best, making quick progress in his school classes and with the English language.
A few months later, the family was able to move a few blocks away into a nicer apartment than the one they’d been living in, an apartment complex that allowed pets. Jacqui and the kids really wanted a dog, and they finally got Pacho to agree, so one Saturday morning the family drove out to a suburb of Santa Fe, a small town called La Cienega. There was a woman who ran her own barn who had advertised that she was selling puppies. The pups were close to free; the woman, Catalena, only had two left, and they were six months old, far past the usual age of sale.
Pacho was suspicious as to why they hadn’t originally been picked, but the rest of his family had already fallen in love with the male puppy, a happy, handsome-looking black and white Border Collie. Catalena and Pacho spoke about the puppies’ temperament and behaviors; Catalena tried to reassure the doubtful man. The family was able to see the parent dogs, which made Pacho feel a bit better. He could already see that they would be leaving with “one of those damn puppies,” so he might as well get used to it. They left about an hour later with the six-month-old male pup, who was aptly named Perro, the Spanish word for dog. He’s eleven months old, now.
Rio ended up going back to the barn, called Turquesa Stables, and Catalena hired her on to help clean up the barn and take care of Catalena’s “pack” of dogs, that included three Border Collies (she ended up keeping the other puppy, a female), a German Shepherd-mix, a chocolate Lab, and two Huskies.
The family recently relocated, again, to Colorado, again due to Pacho’s job.
Part II- BEFORE
Her family has always been middle-upper class, so it was strange to readjust to life in the United States, especially at first. Nothing made sense anymore. She missed the warmth and familiarity of her hometown, Salcedo, and she missed the rest of her family. She had had aunts and uncles, and a crazy amount of cousins, most of them her best friends. She was usually not allowed to go somewhere without a chaperone or three, and she didn’t mind most of the time, she would usually take some of her cousin-friends along, anyway.
She only had one sibling, her little brother, so with her cousins it was fun to pretend she had sisters or an older brother. Her favorite was her cousin Galeno, who was the son of her mother’s favorite cousin, Minou, who was ‘important’ as far as Jacqui was concerned, serving as a Congresswoman. Minou and her family hung around a lot at the Reyna household, and vice versa. Galeno was a few years older than Rio was. His sister Anica was another favorite cousin, it really was like having a sister for Rio, since Anica was over so often. All her family members lived close by. It was kind of nice.
Her life was changed, splintered, the day she met Andrés García, one of her cousin Galeno’s friends from school. She was fifteen; he was seventeen. She really liked him, thought he was funny and kind of cute. Her mother wouldn’t let her date or go to parties or anything like that until she was seventeen, so she would sneak out to see him, or lie and say she was going to an aunt’s or cousin’s house for a few hours. She hated lying to her parents, but surely she was right, her relationship with Andrés. She thought she loved him, so how could it be wrong? She slept with him on their fourth ‘date’, because she didn’t know any different. Her mother and great-aunt Dedé had tried to talk to her, once, about boys, but they were vague, telling her to stay away from them, and they would tell her more ‘when she was older.’ Apparently, they didn’t think she was old enough for any kind of ‘talk.’
Rio was terrified when, in the weeks after, her body felt strange. She felt more tired, dizzy sometimes. And then she missed her period, which really scared her. She didn’t know what it meant but it scared her, so she went to Anica for answers. Anica, startled and afraid for her little cousin, slowly asked if there was any way Rio could be pregnant. The fourteen-year-old started crying, because she knew what those words meant.
Of course, she didn’t tell her parents; she wasn’t showing at all, yet, and if she wore her clothes a bit baggy, she figured no one would be able to tell. Her parents and family noticed her mood dropping a bit, she seemed more irritable and tired, but they chalked it up to her ‘moody teen years’, she was just being a typical teenage girl. Pacho didn’t notice so much; he was already working on getting him and his family moved to the U.S., so he was busy looking up imformation, filling out forms, waiting for immigration visas to get approved.
Jacqui started getting really worried about her daughter after a few months, when Rio hadn’t asked her to buy new tampons in a while. She started getting a bit paranoid and afraid for her daughter, and started analyzing the past few months. She decided to talk to Rio, there had to be some other explanation other than her fifteen-year-old girl being pregnant. Jacqui asked and Rio broke down and told, after which Jacqui promptly brought her to a clinic, to examine Rio and see how healthy she was, how the baby was.
When Galeno found out about Rio’s pregnancy, he started arguing with her, trying to figure out who had ‘knocked up his baby cousin’. He was furious when she told him about Andrés, and he stormed off to find his friend and ‘sort things out.’ Well, ‘things’ ended up badly, in the worst week of Rio’s life, as Andrés and Galeno ended up literally fighting, and Andrés accidentally killed poor Galeno. The family was so dazed and horrified. Andrés was obviously jailed, as Rio and her family wept. It was an especially tough time for Minou, who had to deal with all the PR that went along with the death of a Congresswoman’s son on top of dealing with her grief.
A few days later, Rio lost her baby.
The few years between her miscarriage and the family’s move to the U.S., Rio hit some low points, where she cut herself off from her family, hardly came home, got into some drugs, picked up a smoking habit. She eventually sobered herself up some, mainly for the sake of her little brother, she didn’t want him to get into the stuff she was getting into.
other
keyword;; they want me with my hands up
rp sample;;
Rosario Reyna Guzmán set down one of the last boxes. One of the last heavy, crammed boxes full of junk her family could not bear to part with, even if the crates took up extra room in the storage vault they were having shipped to New York. New York wasn’t so much a vision in her mind as a jumble of flashing images (the lit-up skyscrapers she’d seen in postcards or on TV; the photographs of a serene brook and shady trees her Tía Senona had sent over; the familiar silhouette of the Statue of Liberty). It was strange to think she would be there in three days. She had never been more than forty or so miles from Salcedo, and now she would be leaving the country.
She had asked her brother Jaime if he was afraid of what was to come, but of course, he had said no. He was only twelve, though, and wasn’t afraid of anything. Or so he said. Rosario thought she had seen fear written upon his round face and in his dark eyes, but she would leave him be. She was scared, too.
“Are you sad to leave, papá?” Rio had asked her father, Pacho. He had smiled a little at her, and shook his head. He told her it was a new beginning for her, for all of them.
“M’ija, you’ll like New York,” he assured his only daughter. But how did he know? How could he be so sure? She had stared reluctantly into her father’s brown eyes. “Don’t worry,” Pacho said gently. He patted Rosario's head and left her alone. She worried, anyway.
Rio went to her mother, next. Jacqueline was normally so graceful and full of life, but now she was frazzled as she tried to cram the contents of a spacious penthouse apartment into boxes and bags. “It is hard work to pack up a life, Rosa,” she rambled to her daughter as she sat in the middle of her bedroom, items strewn around her. The only clear spots were near the doorway and in the very place where she sat. Her reddish brown hair was escaping its clip, and her dark eyes were frantic.
“Do you need help?” Rio asked reluctantly, her nervous questions shoved aside for now. Her mother’s need was bigger, more urgent. This frenzied, cluttered Jacqueline Guzmán Mirabal Reyna was not the mamá she knew.
Jacqueline smiled tiredly and lifted a hand to shove some of her loose hair out of her face. “Sure, yes.” She glanced at the mess around her. “Rosario, I don’t even know where to start,” she added quietly. “I know we should throw some of… no, a lot of these things away, but…” She reached out to touch a bound packet of letters. “I don’t know what I will want to keep.”
Rio wasn’t even sure if her mother was speaking specifically to her anymore or not, but she listened, anyway, as she crouched down in the doorway, her dark eyes trained on Jacqueline’s face. “I don’t know,” the girl started. She, too, peered at the mess. There were scattered books, papers, tied up packets of papers, random bits of junk, a few pieces of jewelery, some photographs. “I can start going through some of it, I guess.” Rio picked up a black-and-white photograph of a pretty woman, her hair in braids, holding a small, dark-haired baby. Jacqui nodded absently as she grabbed a book, the letters of its worn cover badly faded. “Is this you, mamá?” Rosario asked as she held out the picture for Jacqueline to see. “The baby, I mean,” she added awkwardly.
She knew who the woman was: her abuela, María Teresa, long dead but never forgotten by the only daughter of la mariposa numero dos. Never forgotten by Rosario, either. She had never met her grandmother Mate, who was a legend and a heroine of the Dominican Republic, but was dazzled by stories of her, told fondly by Jacqueline or almost wistfully by her Mamá Dedé, who was, as people called her, “the one who survived.” Silly people, in Rio’s opinion. They shouldn’t stick their noses in other people’s business.
There had been four sisters, and her abuela María Teresa had been the youngest. Her great-aunt Patria had been eldest, then came Minerva (mariposa numero uno). Dedé was… no, wait, that was wrong, Dedé was second oldest, then Minerva came third. It was always so hard to remember. Minerva had been the boldest of the sisters, after all. The one who got the rest of them in it, Rio had heard Mamá Dedé telling Jacqui, once. Rio never let anyone know she had heard.
Dedé’s stories were the most accurate ones, though; Jacqueline had been a baby still when her mother had died, so her stories were secondhand. Rio liked listening all the same.
“Let me see. Ay, Rio, that’s me. Mamá and I.” Jacqueline snatched the photograph out of her daughter’s hand.
“Are we going to say goodbye to Papá Leandro and Carmiña before we leave?” Rio asked suddenly. Jacqueline glanced up from the photograph, plainly startled.
“Where did that come from, m'ija?” she asked, laughing a little. “Of course we’ll say goodbye. He’s mi papá y su abuelo.” My father and your grandfather. Jacqueline had made no mention of her stepmother Carmiña. Rosario hadn’t thought she would. Jacqui and Carmiña had never really gotten along.
Rio shrugged. “I’m going to miss them— sí, abuela Carmiña, too. Papá Leandro and Carmiña and Mamá Dedé and Minou and Manolito, and all the cousins…” she rattled off names, her heart plunging a little as thoughts of Minou led to thoughts of Galeno. Jacqui gave her worn smile and crawled forward to rest her hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“I’ll miss them, too,” she confided. The unspoken words 'I miss him, too' hung in the air between them. Rio leaned against the comfort of her mother, letting Jacqueline wrap her in a hug. “But things will be different in the States. A new start for you." An awkward silence ensued. "We will not be without family, remember?" Jacqui added quickly. "There’s your tía, Senona, and Tío Eduardo, and little cousins for you to play with.”
“Ay, Mamá, I’m eighteen,” Rio quietly reminded her mother. Little cousins for her to play with? She wasn’t a baby anymore!
“Alright, then, little cousins for you to baby-sit,” Jacqueline amended.
"That's better," Rio said, smiling.
anything else?;; not really. but sorry if the rp sample was confusing, too.
