Post by Ange Keating on Jun 20, 2014 13:30:07 GMT -8
▶ BASICS◀
NAME: Robin Holtman
NICKNAME: Rin, Birdie (by her mother)
AGE: 27
FAMILY:
Jane Holtman, 53, Mother
Walter Holtman, aged 36, Father
PLACE OF BIRTH: Ashwick
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashwick
OCCUPATION: Kindergarten Teacher at Forest View Kindergarten, Middle & Elementary
HEIGHT: 5'7"
NAME: Robin Holtman
NICKNAME: Rin, Birdie (by her mother)
AGE: 27
FAMILY:
Jane Holtman, 53, Mother
Walter Holtman, aged 36, Father
PLACE OF BIRTH: Ashwick
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashwick
OCCUPATION: Kindergarten Teacher at Forest View Kindergarten, Middle & Elementary
HEIGHT: 5'7"
▶ CHARACTERISTICS◀
HOBBIES: Photography, sight-seeing, baking, morning hikes at sunrise on the weekend when she's not working.
QUALITIES: Trustworthy, kind, playful, intelligent, wholesome, a connoisseur of roundabout rambling when nervous or anxious, frugal.
CLOTHING: She's a thriftshop queen. Most of everything she wears has probably been carefully selected from boxes and boxes of hand-me-downs. She typically wears flowery patterns, flowy dresses, big totes (for practicality!), and flats.
PET PEEVES: People who don't apply themselves. Arrogance and egoism. People who complain. People who are unnecessarily rude.
FEARS: Failure and fires (after her father's untimely death).
HOBBIES: Photography, sight-seeing, baking, morning hikes at sunrise on the weekend when she's not working.
QUALITIES: Trustworthy, kind, playful, intelligent, wholesome, a connoisseur of roundabout rambling when nervous or anxious, frugal.
CLOTHING: She's a thriftshop queen. Most of everything she wears has probably been carefully selected from boxes and boxes of hand-me-downs. She typically wears flowery patterns, flowy dresses, big totes (for practicality!), and flats.
PET PEEVES: People who don't apply themselves. Arrogance and egoism. People who complain. People who are unnecessarily rude.
FEARS: Failure and fires (after her father's untimely death).
▶ BACKGROUND◀
Robin Holtman was born to a Catholic school youth teacher and a fireman. Since her inception, she was raised on the foundation of service and a firm belief for a higher power. Her parents religiously brought her to every Sunday service, her mother enrolling her in Bible classes at five. It was the death of her father that shook the Holtman household however, and the precious beliefs they had held so dearly. On a Friday night, a pot roast in the oven, she had received the call. The call that had sent her crumbling to the ground, sobs resonating throughout the tiny apartment. Robin remembered the night, remembered creeping up to her door and blinking at her distraught mother. Then she remembered staying with Marcia, a family friend, for two whole nights while her father's body was being identified.
Robin didn't cry. Because she had held to her heart the lessons her mother would preach to her every single Sunday in bible class--her father wasn't gone, he was just somewhere else, in another form. And eventually, she would see him again. However, her mother fell into depression and stopped going to church entirely. She started drinking, started going through cigarettes like it was her moral obligation to do so. Robin began taking care of her diligently, made sure to clean up the empty bottles and ash and broken plates. She hoped that with time, her mother would return to a sound state of mind.
Only she got worse. At around seventeen, after her mother had gone through a half bottle of liquor and had wrapped her fingers around the throat of her daughter, Robin knew that there would be no improvement. No revelation. So she left and stayed again with Marcia for a year, working two jobs and applying fervently for scholarships in order to get into a university. Finally she was able to attend the Ashwick Community College, receiving a bachelors in Education there. Her mother was placed in an assisted living facility for self-improvement when she was twenty one.
Now as a teacher, Robin is at her absolute happiest. She dedicates two Sundays out of every month to visit Jane after attending service at the local church.
Robin Holtman was born to a Catholic school youth teacher and a fireman. Since her inception, she was raised on the foundation of service and a firm belief for a higher power. Her parents religiously brought her to every Sunday service, her mother enrolling her in Bible classes at five. It was the death of her father that shook the Holtman household however, and the precious beliefs they had held so dearly. On a Friday night, a pot roast in the oven, she had received the call. The call that had sent her crumbling to the ground, sobs resonating throughout the tiny apartment. Robin remembered the night, remembered creeping up to her door and blinking at her distraught mother. Then she remembered staying with Marcia, a family friend, for two whole nights while her father's body was being identified.
Robin didn't cry. Because she had held to her heart the lessons her mother would preach to her every single Sunday in bible class--her father wasn't gone, he was just somewhere else, in another form. And eventually, she would see him again. However, her mother fell into depression and stopped going to church entirely. She started drinking, started going through cigarettes like it was her moral obligation to do so. Robin began taking care of her diligently, made sure to clean up the empty bottles and ash and broken plates. She hoped that with time, her mother would return to a sound state of mind.
Only she got worse. At around seventeen, after her mother had gone through a half bottle of liquor and had wrapped her fingers around the throat of her daughter, Robin knew that there would be no improvement. No revelation. So she left and stayed again with Marcia for a year, working two jobs and applying fervently for scholarships in order to get into a university. Finally she was able to attend the Ashwick Community College, receiving a bachelors in Education there. Her mother was placed in an assisted living facility for self-improvement when she was twenty one.
Now as a teacher, Robin is at her absolute happiest. She dedicates two Sundays out of every month to visit Jane after attending service at the local church.