Name: Rosie Malone
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Team: Miss Hawthorne
Appearance
Rosie is mixed race and of average height -- about 5'5" -- with a strong, athletic build from years of working on heavy machinery. She has jet black hair, which she keeps in a practical, shoulder-length bob. It's often pulled back into a messy ponytail or tied up with a bandana to keep it out of her face while she works. She has almond-shaped, dark brown eyes that are sharp and observant, always assessing her surroundings and the machinery she’s working on. Rosie’s skin is a warm, medium-toned shade, often tanned from long hours working outdoors on the airship. Her hands are calloused and strong, with small nicks and scars from years of handling tools and machinery.
She typically wears practical, sturdy clothing suitable for her work. This includes a well-worn leather apron over a simple, button-up shirt (often with the sleeves rolled up) and rugged trousers. Her boots are heavy and scuffed, perfect for gripping the deck of the airship or clambering around in tight spaces. She often has a belt full of tools slung around her waist, and a pair of protective goggles perched on her head or around her neck.
Personality
Rosie is loyal to a fault, good-humored (even if her humor becomes a bit morbid at times), and protective of those she cares about. She is especially fond of small animals and a glass of wine after a long day's work. She has a secret wish to be more "girly" but was teased so much in the past when she tried that she has given it up.
Background
Rosie was raised in the gritty industrial district of the melting pot hub city of Brassport, where she spent her childhood tinkering with machines in her father’s workshop. She became a skilled mechanic, known for her ability to fix anything with gears and steam. After a series of layoffs left her without work and a messy breakup with the person she thought was "the one," she has decided to take her skills to the skies. Rosie joined the airship crew as the chief mechanic, responsible for keeping the ship running smoothly.
Personal Qualities: loyal, resourceful, perfectionism, stubborn, impatient
Special: Ingenious mechanical intuition, unyielding work ethic, and her toolbelt which was given to her by her father when she said goodbye to him and joined the crew
Goal
Rosie is, at the end of the day, hurting from a breakup. She knows that it is her fault that she was broken up with, due to her poor work/life balance. Her goal is to somehow come to terms with the breakup and hopefully grow in her ability to set boundaries in her work life so that she might have a successful love life, someday. Healing those emotional wounds might look like: Embracing imperfection, overcoming her own stubbornness, and forgiving herself for the mistakes she's made in the past
Misc: I guess I'd be interested in a brown or green speech color, but it's not super important to me
Writing Sample: Rosie Malone stood at the edge of the bustling Brassport airship dock, wiping her hands on a rag she kept in her back pocket. The air was thick with the smell of oil and metal, the sounds of clanking tools and roaring engines filling her ears. She’d just finished another long day of repairs on a particularly stubborn engine when a bright, gold-embossed flyer caught her eye, fluttering in the breeze against a nearby post.
WANTED, Companions To A Lady On An Adventure!
The bold lettering drew her in, and before she knew it, she was reading the rest of the flyer, her dark brown eyes narrowing as she took in the details. An expedition around the globe in 80 days? It was ambitious, daring, and completely reckless—exactly the sort of thing Rosie knew she needed.
Her life had been all about routine lately. Wake up, work on machines, go to bed. There was little else to break the monotony, and no amount of fixing broken gears could distract her from the ache that lingered from the recent breakup. This expedition sounded like just the thing to get her out of her head and into something new—something bigger than herself.
Rosie pulled the flyer off the post, folding it carefully and tucking it into her toolbelt. She gave one last look around the dock, taking in the sight of the airships—some grand, others barely holding together—that dotted the sky like giant metal birds. She knew she was good at what she did; there wasn’t a machine on this dock she couldn’t fix. But maybe it was time to see if she could do more than just fix things. Maybe she could be part of something extraordinary.
Two days later, Rosie found herself standing in front of The Gilded Pavilion in Londinum, feeling slightly out of place among the more refined and polished individuals who had gathered there. She’d cleaned up as best she could, but her work boots were still scuffed, and the bandana around her neck was more practical than fashionable. Still, she held her head high as she approached the entrance, her heart thudding with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Inside, the opulent decor of The Gilded Pavilion was a sharp contrast to the greasy, industrial world Rosie was used to. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and plush, velvet-lined chairs were arranged around small tables where well-dressed applicants sipped tea and waited for their turn to speak with Miss Hawthorne.
Rosie was finally called forward, led by a stern-looking butler to a small room at the back of the pavilion. Miss Eliza Hawthorne herself was seated at a large, mahogany desk, looking every bit the composed and confident woman described in the flyer. She was dressed impeccably, her hat perfectly perched atop her head, and she regarded Rosie with a keen, assessing gaze as she entered.
“Miss Malone, is it?” Miss Hawthorne began, her voice calm but with an edge of curiosity.
“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie replied, standing a little straighter.
Miss Hawthorne looked her up and down, taking in every detail, before finally asking, “What little thing do you do that you don’t think many people notice?”
Rosie paused for a moment, considering the question. She had expected her prospective employer to ask about her technical experience, her work history... Her first instinct was to talk about her work—about how she could coax life back into the most stubborn of machines. But that wasn’t what Miss Hawthorne was asking. She was asking about something deeper, something more personal.
Rosie took a breath, then answered, her voice steady and thoughtful. “I always make sure the machinery I work on is as good as it can be—better than it was when I found it, even if no one will ever know it. I go the extra mile, not just because it’s my job, but because… well, because it matters to me that it’s done right. I take pride in making things work, even if no one ever sees the effort I put into it. It’s not just about fixing things—it’s about making them better, even in ways people might not notice.”
She looked at Miss Hawthorne, hoping that her answer had conveyed more than just her skill with machines. She wanted this adventure, but more than that, she wanted to prove—to herself as much as anyone else—that she could be more than just a mechanic.
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Team: Miss Hawthorne
Appearance
Rosie is mixed race and of average height -- about 5'5" -- with a strong, athletic build from years of working on heavy machinery. She has jet black hair, which she keeps in a practical, shoulder-length bob. It's often pulled back into a messy ponytail or tied up with a bandana to keep it out of her face while she works. She has almond-shaped, dark brown eyes that are sharp and observant, always assessing her surroundings and the machinery she’s working on. Rosie’s skin is a warm, medium-toned shade, often tanned from long hours working outdoors on the airship. Her hands are calloused and strong, with small nicks and scars from years of handling tools and machinery.
She typically wears practical, sturdy clothing suitable for her work. This includes a well-worn leather apron over a simple, button-up shirt (often with the sleeves rolled up) and rugged trousers. Her boots are heavy and scuffed, perfect for gripping the deck of the airship or clambering around in tight spaces. She often has a belt full of tools slung around her waist, and a pair of protective goggles perched on her head or around her neck.
Personality
Rosie is loyal to a fault, good-humored (even if her humor becomes a bit morbid at times), and protective of those she cares about. She is especially fond of small animals and a glass of wine after a long day's work. She has a secret wish to be more "girly" but was teased so much in the past when she tried that she has given it up.
Background
Rosie was raised in the gritty industrial district of the melting pot hub city of Brassport, where she spent her childhood tinkering with machines in her father’s workshop. She became a skilled mechanic, known for her ability to fix anything with gears and steam. After a series of layoffs left her without work and a messy breakup with the person she thought was "the one," she has decided to take her skills to the skies. Rosie joined the airship crew as the chief mechanic, responsible for keeping the ship running smoothly.
Personal Qualities: loyal, resourceful, perfectionism, stubborn, impatient
Special: Ingenious mechanical intuition, unyielding work ethic, and her toolbelt which was given to her by her father when she said goodbye to him and joined the crew
Goal
Rosie is, at the end of the day, hurting from a breakup. She knows that it is her fault that she was broken up with, due to her poor work/life balance. Her goal is to somehow come to terms with the breakup and hopefully grow in her ability to set boundaries in her work life so that she might have a successful love life, someday. Healing those emotional wounds might look like: Embracing imperfection, overcoming her own stubbornness, and forgiving herself for the mistakes she's made in the past
Misc: I guess I'd be interested in a brown or green speech color, but it's not super important to me
Writing Sample: Rosie Malone stood at the edge of the bustling Brassport airship dock, wiping her hands on a rag she kept in her back pocket. The air was thick with the smell of oil and metal, the sounds of clanking tools and roaring engines filling her ears. She’d just finished another long day of repairs on a particularly stubborn engine when a bright, gold-embossed flyer caught her eye, fluttering in the breeze against a nearby post.
WANTED, Companions To A Lady On An Adventure!
The bold lettering drew her in, and before she knew it, she was reading the rest of the flyer, her dark brown eyes narrowing as she took in the details. An expedition around the globe in 80 days? It was ambitious, daring, and completely reckless—exactly the sort of thing Rosie knew she needed.
Her life had been all about routine lately. Wake up, work on machines, go to bed. There was little else to break the monotony, and no amount of fixing broken gears could distract her from the ache that lingered from the recent breakup. This expedition sounded like just the thing to get her out of her head and into something new—something bigger than herself.
Rosie pulled the flyer off the post, folding it carefully and tucking it into her toolbelt. She gave one last look around the dock, taking in the sight of the airships—some grand, others barely holding together—that dotted the sky like giant metal birds. She knew she was good at what she did; there wasn’t a machine on this dock she couldn’t fix. But maybe it was time to see if she could do more than just fix things. Maybe she could be part of something extraordinary.
Two days later, Rosie found herself standing in front of The Gilded Pavilion in Londinum, feeling slightly out of place among the more refined and polished individuals who had gathered there. She’d cleaned up as best she could, but her work boots were still scuffed, and the bandana around her neck was more practical than fashionable. Still, she held her head high as she approached the entrance, her heart thudding with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Inside, the opulent decor of The Gilded Pavilion was a sharp contrast to the greasy, industrial world Rosie was used to. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and plush, velvet-lined chairs were arranged around small tables where well-dressed applicants sipped tea and waited for their turn to speak with Miss Hawthorne.
Rosie was finally called forward, led by a stern-looking butler to a small room at the back of the pavilion. Miss Eliza Hawthorne herself was seated at a large, mahogany desk, looking every bit the composed and confident woman described in the flyer. She was dressed impeccably, her hat perfectly perched atop her head, and she regarded Rosie with a keen, assessing gaze as she entered.
“Miss Malone, is it?” Miss Hawthorne began, her voice calm but with an edge of curiosity.
“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie replied, standing a little straighter.
Miss Hawthorne looked her up and down, taking in every detail, before finally asking, “What little thing do you do that you don’t think many people notice?”
Rosie paused for a moment, considering the question. She had expected her prospective employer to ask about her technical experience, her work history... Her first instinct was to talk about her work—about how she could coax life back into the most stubborn of machines. But that wasn’t what Miss Hawthorne was asking. She was asking about something deeper, something more personal.
Rosie took a breath, then answered, her voice steady and thoughtful. “I always make sure the machinery I work on is as good as it can be—better than it was when I found it, even if no one will ever know it. I go the extra mile, not just because it’s my job, but because… well, because it matters to me that it’s done right. I take pride in making things work, even if no one ever sees the effort I put into it. It’s not just about fixing things—it’s about making them better, even in ways people might not notice.”
She looked at Miss Hawthorne, hoping that her answer had conveyed more than just her skill with machines. She wanted this adventure, but more than that, she wanted to prove—to herself as much as anyone else—that she could be more than just a mechanic.
Edited to add a writing sample. 8/22/2024
