Post by Valerija Rousse on May 18, 2012 2:21:46 GMT -5
NICKNAME
Val
AGE/BIRTHDAY
16 ▿ 24th September, 1995
ZODIAC
Libra
PLACE OF BIRTH
Twinbrook, Simisouri
ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY
Caucasian ▿ Serbian/Cajun (American passport holder).
HEIGHT/WEIGHT
5’6” ▿ 128 lbs
SEXUALITY
Straight
FAMILY
Parents: Natasa Kovačević (42) & Anselme Rousse (45)
Grandparents: Antonije Kovačević (70) & Mirjam Kovačević (67)
Uncle: Aleksander Kovačević (44)
Cousins: Stanislav Kovačević (17) & Filipa Kovačević (11)
RELATIONSHIPS
Friends: Theodore Rommel (15¾ - he would insist) & Lin Zhāng (16)
Partner: None, and I don’t think it’s going to happen any time soon.
EDUCATION
Attending Stary Community School
RELIGION
I don’t practice any, though I could say I hold some sort of agnostic/spiritual outlook.
LANGUAGES SPOKEN
English, Serbian (and some pretty terrible schoolgirl French.)
ECONOMIC STATUS
Middle-Class
CRIMINAL RECORD
None
OCCUPATION
Clerk at Always Studious Bookstore
PETS
One Cat, Olive
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS
On others? Only if they’re well-designed, maybe. ▿ What if it got infected? :c
LIFETIME ASPIRATION
Something to do with Architectural Design?
TRAITS
Artistic, Workaholic, Overemotional, Equestrian
FAVOURITE FOOD
Egg Rolls
FAVOURITE COLOUR
Spiceberry
FAVOURITE MUSIC
Chinese
HOBBIES
Painting, Violin, Blogging, Hiking, Horse Riding
STRENGTHS
Although it can also be a potential downfall, I’m a good listener;
I somehow understand what other people are going through
and I can place myself in their shoes. I’m also extremely loyal
to my friends – no one can hurt them on my watch >
WEAKNESSES
I guess I can get quite involved in other people’s lives – I probably feel
too much for their success or failure, which is unhealthy I think. I’m also obsessed with
keeping occupied, I never give myself any breaks just because I seem to operate better that way;
if I stop working my brain just seems to float away on an extended holiday
– I should probably learn to relax more.
FUN FACT
It’s possible that I might start leasing an ex-thoroughbred racehorse
named Astronomy Cat (Astro for short), I absolutely adore him
– slowly but surely he’s been helping me get back into the saddle!
PET PEEVES
People who don’t brush their teeth properly – you know, when you can
see the plaque and stuff? Disgusting. Also untrimmed nails.
(Wow I’m so superficial haha.)
FAVOURITE HANGOUTS
The Red Rendezvous, Twinbrook Town Centre, Curious Memorial Museum
I was born in Twinbrook, Simisouri, to two loving parents. I’m an only child and I don’t really mind it, I suppose I haven’t known any different to justifiably claim that being an only child is “better” than having siblings (but my friends do, Lin’s family is huge and it just seems to get insanely chaotic sometimes!) Anyways, my mother is Serbian but she grew up in Germany, she ended up moving down here to Twinbrook to help my uncle and grandfather set up an equestrian competition barn, but horses were never really her thing and, this is how she puts it - she got distracted by a young, dashing artist (my father), they ran away together, returned and somewhere along the way they got married and had me.
My uncle succeeded in setting up his competition barn without her though, he made quite the name for himself whilst internationally competing in dressage when he was younger and I guess he wanted to share that experience with others. The barn itself is a couple of hours outside of town, up in the hills overlooking the swampland and edges of the settlement. I spent whole summers there pretty much every year until I was about twelve or thirteen, my parents usually travel by themselves in that period – my mother works for the police analysing DNA and she’s highly intelligent, she’s really reliable and that’s why they give her extended leaves, you know, as an incentive to keep working for them. My father on the other hand is a teacher when he’s not sculpting, so he gets off work when I get off school. They don’t get a lot of time to be together when they’re both working, so I don’t blame them for not bringing me along on their trips; I would probably have been too young to even appreciate the places anyways – they have promised to take me to China though at some point (I’m a little obsessed with the place), plus I might get to stay with my friend Lin at her home when we’re there too c:
Because I spent a lot of time during my summer holidays with my uncle and cousins I was lucky enough to learn to ride horses. I remember my cousin Stanislav had this one blue roan mixed-breed pony; she was gorgeous, but stubborn as a mule, yet somehow he managed to get her to do what he wanted and jump her over courses (which now that I think about it must have looked so big simply because I was so small.) He let me ride her once and I couldn’t even get her head out of the grass.
I started to really enjoy riding though, the first time I managed to get Rowan, which was the name of some aged school-horse gelding they kept as a companion for the younger horses, to trot all by myself (no lead rope or anything) I felt spectacular – even though he only did a few strides before going back to a walk. I also got quite good. I wasn’t as competitive as Stanislav or my uncle, but they let me do a few classes when I had convinced myself I was an ~amazing~ show jumper. I was quite successful too, if I may say so.
But I stopped riding a couple of years ago. When I was fourteen I was out on a hack by myself on a skewbald mare, known to be super quiet and gentle when out hacking by herself, and I saw a cross-country jump that had been made out of a low, dead tree. I thought it might be fun to go over it. Little did I know (it still amazes me that absolutely no one had told me) she hated jumping everything. She swerved, I fell... I hit the log and the seemingly echoing snap that I heard wasn’t the tree. I had broken my arm. Not just that, but this mare decided to spook and gallop off, leaving me all by my lonesome, so I had to hobble back to get help. I don’t think the fall was a dramatic one, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying, also I didn’t get to do that whole “fall off a horse get straight back on” thing that people swear by... I just haven’t felt the same way about riding since; it’s like I realised at that moment just how vulnerable I am on a horse.
It takes quite a lot of encouragement to get me onto the back of a horse now. I guess I’m becoming a bit more accustomed to the idea of at least being around them though, I think that has something to do with my two best friends, one of whom is a very confident rider. I have to make a decision sometime though, about whether I’m going to pick it up again, even if only for pleasure... I do still remember the amount of fun I used to have.
