GARROWAY, Lovelle Rooney

[Lovelle Rooney Garroway]

LOVELLE ROONEY GARROWAY

FULL NAME: Lovelle Rooney Storm
NICKNAMES: Little Wolf (her father), Lovey (her mother) and anything else "Creative" people come up with.
AGE: Thirty
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Dating
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Co-founder of Kiss My Axe.

HAIR: Waist length naturally red hair. She like to play around with it but she's never changed it's colour. She loves it too much.
EYES: Very dark brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: plenty from her childhood.
TATTOOS: She has the smallest bow and arrow hidden on her left ankle and an axe on her right wrist.
PIERCINGS: Earlobes twice each.
PLAY-BY: Madelaine Petsch! <3

LIKES: throwing axes, plaid, Firefly, combat boots, mini skirts, beanies, cold beer, swearing like a sailor, drawing, "public" nights, ripped skinny jeans, dogs, fresh flowers, tattoos, men with beards, big candles in hurricane vases, being outdoors, hunting, crossbows, rock music, Buffy, horror films (well enough anyway), darts, Music festivals.
DISLIKES: Stretched piercings (She gets the earlobes but the rest? Ew, pass.), black coffee, energy drinks, whisky is not her friend (though she loves it so), cats, rats, porcelain dolls, bees, chlorine pools, blood, paperwork, thin high heels, romantic comedies, drunks.
FEARS: Getting seriously injured at work, bears, boats.
SECRETS: She was attacked by a bear whilst on a walk on a well marked trail with her friends. She didn't freak out and managed to save herself and her two friends but they now scare the shit out of her.
PERSONALITY: Lovelle has quite the wild streak in her. She's outdoors personified. She would rather be anywhere else in the world than stuck indoors. For the most part, Lovelle is just one of the guys, she would rather had a cold beer than a fruity cocktail any day of the week. She's a tomboy with a bit of a girly streak but it's small. She likes short skirts and chunky heels and that's about as far as her girly side goes. She's got a wicked sense of humour and can be quite morbid at times but it's just the way she is. She will never apologise for the things that come out of her mouth unless she even knows she's crossed a line. The rest, well, there's no point in apologising for it otherwise her whole vocabulary would only be "I'm" and "sorry" and she just doesn't have the time for that bullshit. Lovelle also likes to think she's a fun person to be around, good for a laugh and probably far too sarcastic for her own good. And she has a hell of a party trick! Throwing axes around! She's also got damn near perfect aim every time, thanks to her childhood and her mother. Lovelle is a feisty redhead with a nerdy side to her that she keeps hidden pretty well; at least she thinks so. She can definitely "geek out" over the strangest things, considering what she's decided to do with her life. Hunting gear gets her happy but Firefly and Buffy make her squeal like a little girl who just got a pony for her birthday. Everything else she just takes as it comes in and rolls with it.

MOTHER: Nadia Garroway & fifty nine.
FATHER: Jordan Garroway & sixty one.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Brynjolf Njord Skjeggestad & thirty two, Boyfriend & partner
Ylva Torhild Skjeggestad & Twenty Three, sister-in-law
PETS: Hel & Mani, three year old collie-retriever crosses, and Saga, a Pomeranian of six months!
HOMETOWN: Anchorage, Alaska.
HISTORY: Jordan and Nadia met at a rustic hunting lodge during a yearly father/son hunting week that the lodge put on. Nadia was an only child but her father taught her how to hunt and she loved it. She was good at it and after making sure there were no actual rules against a girl joining the week trip, Nadia and her father showed up for the week. They smiled at the ridicule, Nadia ignored the comments about her being there, about how she should go home and just smiled softly when she was informed that she couldn't be anywhere near half as good as the boys in the group. She might have been keeping her mouth shut, rolling with the punches and all that but she was doing it simply because she knew the second she did, she'd promise them all that they hadn't seen anything yet. She was a nationally ranked marksman with her face on the cover of hunting magazines and her name everywhere associated with hunting. Hell, she was the face of an entire hunting line geared towards girls. They were given lists with targets that they would go through during the entire week.

Jordan's father was one of the vocal about having a girl in the group and it was embarrassing to the kid. He was of the mindset that if she wanted to join the boys then why shouldn't she? He apologised for his father a dozen times but she waved each of them off, saying simply that he was allowed to have an opinion, even if it was the wrong one and that he shouldn't worry, that she was going to show them just what a little girl could do. She had been fourteen at the time, Jordan was sixteen. And Nadia was sitting at the lodge every night with a book in her lap while the boys were stomping into the lodge, complaining they couldn't find a damn thing. Meanwhile, Nadia had fulfilled the requirements on her lists for the day and a few for Jordan, whom she thought was very cute. It wasn't his fault his father was an idiot after all. There was a prize at the end of the week that Nadia took home, a gift card for a local sporting goods store with enough cash on there to purchase a new crossbow, just what she was looking for. Her sponsorships meant she didn't need the money for the new bow but the range where she trained when she couldn't be in the woods, did need new equipment and that's what she spent the money on.

A few weeks went by and Jordan showed up at the range while Nadia was showing a sweet seven year old girl how to hold her bow and aim. She'd been holding a bow and firing off shots since she was four and a family friend owned the place so she was allowed to give a lesson or two here and there. Jordan had been hired on to man the front desk after school and on weekends and since Nadia spent the majority of her time there since she was homeschooled to make it easier to train, they got to know each other. When she was sixteen, Trapper hired her on as a trainer and brought up a new lesson plan. She was still constantly training herself and almost too often found herself away at a tournament, proving to everyone that she was just as good as she'd always been. Fast forward a couple more years, Jordan and Nadia officially became a couple and at twenty four, Nadia walked down the aisle in an off white mermaid gown made of Chantilly lace and exchanged vows with Jordan. Five more years saw them bringing home their little girl, Lovelle Rooney Storm. She grew up like her parents, in the woods of the Alaskan wilderness. She did all the same things as them, had all the same hobbies. She loved fishing with her daddy, hunting with her mama and taking life by the horns.

She wasn't reckless so much as she was wild. She knew the land she grew up on, trusted her tracking skills just as much as she trusted everything else that was taught to her. So when she was fourteen and on a well marked trail with two of her closest friends, Lovelle trusted her judgement and her senses. There had been no news reports of aggressive bears in the area, no tracks on the trails that would have led her to turn the trio around, so they continued. Not two miles into the trail that Lovelle had walked herself too many times to count, something felt off. They were too far away from the trailhead and the ranger hut was still another mile away. As calmly as she could, she told her friends to run to the Ranger hut and not to stop until they got there, no matter how bad their lungs burned. She told them to get the phone, tell anyone about the aggressive bear she knew was coming up behind them. She distracted it from chasing after her friends, being the only one of them who could track and quickly made her way to the station herself. Somewhere along the way, the bear caught another scent and turned towards that one instead, no doubt saving Lovelle's life. She wouldn't tell the story like that though and left it with distraction tactics and running away. No one needed to know just how close she came to being eaten on a trail she knew like the back of her hand.

Two years went by without much incident and then Nadia was asked to go to New York, full time to show the city slickers what they were missing when they were doing the advertising for the crossbows she loved so much. Reluctantly she made the trek from Alaska to New York Sunday nights and the reverse Friday nights. It worked for about a month and then she started making the trips less frequent and staying in New York longer. Another month saw Jordan and Lovelle packing up their cosy cabin home, a place they'd return to a dozen times a year for hunting trips and made the move to New York, a couple hours drive from the Big Apple itself. They were not city people and Lovelle honestly couldn't fathom even living in the city. She was a country girl and not at all ashamed to voice her opinions of New York. She hated the move but she'd missed her mama, otherwise she would just stayed with friends until she graduated and then made the move, broaden her horizons and all that. She had been working at the same shooting range that her mother had been working when she'd been young and had been saving up to open something similar in the area. Trapper's was great and all but there were things that she wanted to do that she couldn't because his son wouldn't let her. It sucked. With the move to New York state, Lovelle hadn't known if her dreams would still be a reality. But she continued to save her money. She'd gotten a job at a the hardware store in her small little "country" town.

At eighteen, she'd decided to be closer to her mother still by moving right to the city for school. She wasn't finished, realising early on that she would need something more just in case her dreams didn't take off quite like she wanted them to. All the while, she continued to work, this time as a consult for her mother's office, in the magazine department. She was the only one in the office that grew up surrounded by the woods and all the animals that lived in them so it worked in her favour. She didn't always have to be there to do her job so as long as he work got done, she got paid and it was nice. Through the first few months, Lovelle realised the business degree she'd been chasing wasn't exactly what interested her and took up a minor in advertising, figuring out quickly that she wasn't going to want to pay someone to do it for her when she was more than capable of doing it herself; at least to an extent. She finished her degrees in the years following and continued on at the magazine because it was actually pretty fun and she'd been paid very well. After she walked across that stage in her cap and gown, that pay even went up and through those years she'd gone from just another consultant to the lead consultant. It was pretty sweet for the natural redhead.

At twenty, she met the man who would become the love of her life; Brynjolf Njord Skjeggestad. He was twenty two at the time and snatched her hunting catalog right out from her hands. She'd been using it for an assignment for one of her advertising classes, and as she could easily admit, shopping for some new gear. She got a lot of good stuff from the magazine but sometimes a girl just liked to spoil herself. He practically begged her for it and she told him to stuff it in no uncertain terms, there were more words exchanged, laughter and a stern glare from the librarian which led to them leaving the stuffy old building behind for a pub down the street. There, they talked until they closed the place down and Lovelle told him about her plans to open up shop there in the city. Over the next few months, they grew closer and even planned a couple weekend trips upstate. She introduced him to her parents during one of them and had a good laugh at her parents expressions when she made the introductions. They'd probably never thought she'd find a man in the city that was as obsessed with all things outdoors as she was. About eight months into their odd little friendship/business venture, they were off again on another hunting and fishing trip. Lovelle wasn't so enthusiastic about the fishing as Bryn was but she knew how to use a rod, just in case. And after catching herself an impressive trout, she turned to Bryn, excited about it; for once in her life. She went to hug him and somehow, though even now she's not sure if her head moved or Bryn's but they were kissing and when Lovelle moved back, she smacked his chest and told him it was about damn time he'd kissed her and added that an "old-fashioned" girl like her could get bored waiting for a man to make the first move! They shared a laugh about her being an old-fashioned girl and their relationship shifted from there.

It was subtle at first, little things like the kissing and the cuddling. She wouldn't give up her archery practice though and so plans were drawn up to give her the space for her practice as well as having the throwing section big enough to have big groups. When she was twenty six, they signed the lease to a dingy rundown shop they could make their own. There was so much potential and with a bit of help from friends interested in axe throwing, and potential private archery lessons, Kiss My Axe opened its doors a mere four weeks later. Lovelle had done her work well and advertised the shit out of the place. They did a dry run with friends coming in to test out the place, and so they could have pictures for the social media feeds and the website so when they opened their doors for real, with an open house and a free axe throw and barbecue, the place was packed. Now at thirty, they're discussing opening up another shop, expanding the business and seeing where life takes them.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: I AM THE RULES!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Under a tree in a forest.
SAMPLE:

I'd really rather not!

 

[Cali]