OOC Information

Name: Rae
Age: 21
Email: pixelatedsadism@aol.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: pixelated sadism
Time Zone: Central
RP Experience: Lots.
Where Did You Hear About Us?: In the game!

Character Journal: you_can_die_too
PB: Missy Peregrym

Character Information

Name: Rosalind Lily Reed. But please, call me Roz.
Reincarnation: Buttercup, the chick from The Princess Bride.
Age/Birthday: 25 / June 2, 1984
Sexuality: Straight.
Occupation: I raise and train stunt horses. What, you thought they learned how to bust through fences and fall down on command all on their own?
Usual Clothing: Half the time, my clothes are totally serviceable. Jeans that I don’t mind getting torn to shreds, shirts that are caked in dust, worn out boots, and a hat (not always a cowboy hat, either. I own baseball caps…). I clean up pretty nice, though. You’ll rarely see me out of jeans, but I do own a few pairs without holes, and I’ve even got some shirts with no stains. It’s a miracle, really.
Appearance: I’m 5’8”, and refuse to share my weight. I’ve got wildly curly brown hair that I don’t fight with, and brown eyes. I spend a lot of time out in the sun, so I'm pretty tan, and I've gotten a lot of scars on my arms and legs over the years. My mother always told me I had ‘strong’ features. Which was her polite way of saying that I’d never be small and dainty and feminine. Honestly, I’ve got no problem with that. Dainty females are so often useless.

Abilities/Talents: I’ve got a gift with horses. I understand them, and they understand me. I’m not saying I’m some sort of ‘horse whisperer’ or some shit. It’s just a bond that we have. Horses are easier to get along with than people. Since I picked up on that early on, I’ve been helping my uncle on his ranch for the last ten years or so. Now, I’m one of the most well known stunt trainers in the business. And I don’t just train. I don’t trust a lot of folks with my horses, and if there‘s a stunt guy I don‘t know or like trying to do something, I‘ll push them to the side and do it myself. That’s right, I’ve been in movies, as the crazy person being thrown off of a horse, or jumping from a horse on to a speeding carriage.
Allegiance: Whatever.

Personality: Other people would do a better, if less flattering, job of describing my personality. I'm not sure what to say about myself, except to repeat what I've heard. And that is...that I'm stubborn, willful, and a downright, stone-hearted bitch. I don't know how true all of that is. They were probably exaggerating a little. I am pretty stubborn. I have to be, otherwise people would try to walk all over me. The same goes with willful. Once I get an idea in my head, I'll go through with it. Nobody changes my mind, not unless they've got a lot of time on their hands, and are really damn persuasive. We're talking superpower persuasive.

Now, the bitch thing, that's blown a little out of proportion. I can come off a bit on the blunt side, especially if people don't know me well. That doesn't mean I'm never nice. I can be nice. Buttercup has made me a whole hell of a lot nicer. But, if someone decides to make things difficult for myself or someone I happen to like, then yeah, the bitchiness makes an appearance. I guess I can also be kind of crude. What can I say, I was raised by a bunch of men. I'll laugh at jokes about man parts and sexual incidents (Buttercup insists we put it like that, the prude). Hell, I'll make jokes about them. When it comes right down to it, I don't have a whole hell of a lot of shame.

I'll share a little more insight here, too. Now, all of this is a pretty well kept secret, and if anyone ever does find out, I blame it all on Buttercup. There are a few more 'girly' traits that we both share. I've got a protective streak a mile long. Once I actually take the time to make a friend, I'll do anything for them. I'm incredibly loyal like that. I can also be caring and gentle, though that applies mostly to horses and other small animals, more than it does to people.

Home(s): I live and work on my uncle’s ranch outside Sacramento, California.

History: My parents would say that the most important thing about our family is our shining success. My father was a lawyer, my mother was a doctor, and together, they were some sort of super couple. It still kind of disgusts me. I was the youngest of two, my brother being three years older than me. He knew what he wanted to do with his life early on. Just like good old Dad, he was going to be a lawyer. When he announced that (about the time he was ten), all eyes went to me. I was supposed to be the next doctor, my Mom's legacy. Unfortunately, that just wasn't in the cards for me. In other words, since they wanted me to do it, I was going to do anything but that, if it was the last thing I did. I started my rebellious stage early on, you see. Barbies, dresses, being toted as the next Dr. Reed...none of that worked for me. I was much happier being annoyingly independent.

In an attempt to knock some of the spirit out of me, my father sent me off to live with his younger brother. He had a ranch outside Sacramento, the kind of place that wasn't kind of young girls with too much pride. So off I went, much to my dismay, at the beginning of one summer. By the end of the summer, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I fell in love with that place. My uncle wasn't an easy man to get along with. In fact, he was a bastard. But so was I, so we understood each other well. He put me to work, and even though I whined and complained, I did it, and did it well. Getting my chores done meant that I got to ride. Uncle Clay gave me the lessons himself. I had a real knack for it. When it came time to go home, back to Los Angeles, I was pissed. It became my goal in life to get sent back to the ranch every summer from then on.

I succeeded. My parents were happy to be rid of me. To them, I was a puzzle, a problem. At least if I was with my uncle, I wouldn't be in their hair. All through junior high and high school, I went back, every summer. When I finally graduated, I moved out there full time. By that time, my uncle depended on my help more and more. I'd already started to learn how to train horses. I even had a few of my own, one a gift from the uncle, the rest bought with the trust fund that I'd been left by my grandparents. Maximilian was my pride and joy, a paint horse that had already gotten a bit of training in theatrics. I expanded on that. Before long, we were hired out to do a few low budget films. Max was a ham, and loved being in front of the camera. It was around that time that I learned a few stunts myself. We worked well together.

About three years ago, I got approached by a guy saying he was with the Agency. Apparently, I was playing host to a fictional character. Specifically Buttercup, from The Princess Bride. I hadn't seen the movie, at that point. I gotta say, the first time I saw it, I was slightly disgusted. All that 'love' nonsense. It was way too sappy for my taste. Watching it with Buttercup didn't help any, since she was all whiny about finding her Westley. I dealt with that the same way I deal with everyone who natters on about annoying shit. I told her to shut it, and went on with my life. So maybe having her around made me a little softer and more sensitive, but it was bound to happen eventually.

Fortunately, we haven't gone on some epic search for this Westley. Even if he's out there somewhere, I've got better things to do than frolic along after 'happily ever after'.