Post by Ash Goldstone on Sept 30, 2016 10:59:16 GMT -5
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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]Architect
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]Female
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"] 24
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]N/A
N/A[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]Chyler Leigh
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"] Laika
Ash T. Goldstone
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PERSONALITY
Ash at her best is a force of nature, always pushing for the furthest horizon she can reach, the highest peak of her capabilities. At her worst she's a neurotic mess, a wounded animal pushing herself along long after good sense should have told her to stop. She believes in each person working toward a better future for all, and that the past is the rudder that guides us into the future. In practice that means her trust, once lost, is hard as heck to regain.
She can come across as uptight and sometimes she is, but it’s usually in good faith. Ash looks far forward to figure out what’s best to do in the moment, and that foresight is informed by her extensive knowledge of history. Meaning that her obsession over building a proper outhouse or building houses just the perfect distance apart makes sense to her, even if it seems weird and overly picky to everyone else. Unfortunately she doesn’t always take the time to explain these things.
The above can sometimes lead to her having defeatist moments, as she also sees everything that can go horribly wrong. And oh so many things can go horribly wrong.
She's no architect in the traditional sense - she's never built anything bigger than a shed - but she knows how ancient structures worked. Ash can picture clearly in her mind how to build simple buildings out of wood, stone, even the dirt beneath their feet. She knows how to plane boards, build fences, chicken coops, even simple machinery like windmills. She really hopes "fake it until you make it" applies in situations like this.
HISTORY
From the time she was young, Ash was weighed down by history. Adopted by her parents shortly after she was born, the little girl was named Ash Tiger Goldstone. Tiger, for the tigers just recently declared "extinct in the wild". Meaning that the few that survived existed only in zoos, a last flickering candle before the winds of time snuffed them out forever. As her parents always told her, they wanted her to remember the important things. Not just the things that needed to be preserved in the moment but the things that needed to be remembered.
One of her fathers taught history at the local high school, brilliant only in the way he inspired a love for the subject in his students. The other was a third generation rancher. Yes, they were well aware that they were an unlikely pair.. Ash inherited her love for history from one and her work ethic from the other, dividing her time between having her nose stuck in a book and working her butt off in the burning sun. She had her own interests of course, which varied by the year and season the way the crops and cattle did. Ash had a thirst for knowledge matched only by a stubborn and unflinching will. She was a handful to put it mildly.
Her otherwise idyllic childhood had one blemish. As an only child she was the focus of all her parents' hopes and dreams, and out of a deep love they broke her heart one day at a time. Every time she met their sky-high expectations they raised the bar again, until the carefree girl had a perfectionist streak a mile wide, always stabbing at her to reach further, to push herself harder. This continued until she had a nervous breakdown during her third year of college, and she dropped out without the history of architecture degree she was trying to complete.
She was working on her dad's ranch when the news came. Strange how the world ending knocked her out of the fog she'd been drifting around in for months, something a year's worth of therapy sessions hadn't managed. This was it, the clean slate she had been craving. And it wasn't anything like she was hoping.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS N/A
ITEMS
2 small
Outfit One: (summer outfit) Sturdy hiking boots, jeans, two pairs of socks, shirt, sunglasses, leather jacket
Outfit Two: (winter outfit) Another pair of boots, jeans, two pairs of socks, shirt, thermal underclothes, down jacket, beanie, trapper hat
5 large
PERSONALITY
Ash at her best is a force of nature, always pushing for the furthest horizon she can reach, the highest peak of her capabilities. At her worst she's a neurotic mess, a wounded animal pushing herself along long after good sense should have told her to stop. She believes in each person working toward a better future for all, and that the past is the rudder that guides us into the future. In practice that means her trust, once lost, is hard as heck to regain.
She can come across as uptight and sometimes she is, but it’s usually in good faith. Ash looks far forward to figure out what’s best to do in the moment, and that foresight is informed by her extensive knowledge of history. Meaning that her obsession over building a proper outhouse or building houses just the perfect distance apart makes sense to her, even if it seems weird and overly picky to everyone else. Unfortunately she doesn’t always take the time to explain these things.
The above can sometimes lead to her having defeatist moments, as she also sees everything that can go horribly wrong. And oh so many things can go horribly wrong.
She's no architect in the traditional sense - she's never built anything bigger than a shed - but she knows how ancient structures worked. Ash can picture clearly in her mind how to build simple buildings out of wood, stone, even the dirt beneath their feet. She knows how to plane boards, build fences, chicken coops, even simple machinery like windmills. She really hopes "fake it until you make it" applies in situations like this.
HISTORY
From the time she was young, Ash was weighed down by history. Adopted by her parents shortly after she was born, the little girl was named Ash Tiger Goldstone. Tiger, for the tigers just recently declared "extinct in the wild". Meaning that the few that survived existed only in zoos, a last flickering candle before the winds of time snuffed them out forever. As her parents always told her, they wanted her to remember the important things. Not just the things that needed to be preserved in the moment but the things that needed to be remembered.
One of her fathers taught history at the local high school, brilliant only in the way he inspired a love for the subject in his students. The other was a third generation rancher. Yes, they were well aware that they were an unlikely pair.. Ash inherited her love for history from one and her work ethic from the other, dividing her time between having her nose stuck in a book and working her butt off in the burning sun. She had her own interests of course, which varied by the year and season the way the crops and cattle did. Ash had a thirst for knowledge matched only by a stubborn and unflinching will. She was a handful to put it mildly.
Her otherwise idyllic childhood had one blemish. As an only child she was the focus of all her parents' hopes and dreams, and out of a deep love they broke her heart one day at a time. Every time she met their sky-high expectations they raised the bar again, until the carefree girl had a perfectionist streak a mile wide, always stabbing at her to reach further, to push herself harder. This continued until she had a nervous breakdown during her third year of college, and she dropped out without the history of architecture degree she was trying to complete.
She was working on her dad's ranch when the news came. Strange how the world ending knocked her out of the fog she'd been drifting around in for months, something a year's worth of therapy sessions hadn't managed. This was it, the clean slate she had been craving. And it wasn't anything like she was hoping.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS N/A
ITEMS
2 small
- One fixed blade knife & belt sheath
- one ratty canteen (empty) Contains a packet of water treatment tablets, a length of paracord, a couple of hooks, and a tiny packet of matches. A folded picture of her and her parents is tucked into the webbing.
Outfit One: (summer outfit) Sturdy hiking boots, jeans, two pairs of socks, shirt, sunglasses, leather jacket
Outfit Two: (winter outfit) Another pair of boots, jeans, two pairs of socks, shirt, thermal underclothes, down jacket, beanie, trapper hat
5 large
- One crate of old style woodworking tools - Planers, saws, hammers, axes, chisels, a hand lathe, rasps, two fixed blade knives, grindstone. Also includes a couple of pounds of nails.
- One crate filled entirely with five gallon buckets of dried bean mix and rice, two buckets of coffee beans, one bucket of salt, and one bucket of assorted dried herbs and viable herb seeds.
- A crate of metal and rubber tubing, metal drums. (Did she bring the parts for a still? Yes, yes she did.)
- Simple gardening supplies - think enough to feed maybe two or three people - a limited assortment of fruit and veggie seeds, a hand trowel, a shovel, two hoes, a watering can, and other odds and ends associated with the small home garden. Also contains a handful of packets of flower seeds, may be too old to grow.
- One tomcat and two females, one with a litter of four kittens, her beagle puppy Bucky, and fifty pounds of freeze-dried animal food divided into five pound sealed bins. Assorted collars, leashes, and toys loose in the bottom.
