Apr 18, 2020 8:48:53 GMT -5
FEMALE. | 22. | DISPATCHER. | PANSEXUAL. |
█ NAMEARLO MARIE ESPINOSA
█ ALIAS
N/A IF NONE
█ SEXUALITY
PANSEXUAL
█ MEMBERGROUP
POLICE DEPARTMENT - 911 DISPATCHER
█ HEALTH STATUS
NOT INFECTED
PERSONALITY
Sound - In her line of work, it's all about being calm. She needs to be confident in her words and sound. She cannot panic or let it be heard in her voice when she has someone screaming through their tears to her on the phone. Outside of work, she is self confident. Able to hold anyone's eyes as they speak to her and doesn't have to break away to continue a conversation. No matter how uncomfortable it is. Blame it on her upbringing, but she knows how to take in the situation and remain absolutely calm (even if its chaos in her mind).
Quick on her feet - So to speak. She is a 'do-now, ask questions later' kind of gal. Not in a panicked way, but she can definitely hurry through a process to try and come to a solution. Though it might not be the best one if that time, she has always been the friend who makes the decision when no one else would step up. Even down to 'where should we eat?'. And if they complained on her choice, well she just told them to speak up next time instead of making her speak up.
Stubborn - Not easily one to back down when she is met head on with her choices. She understands rank and the power of different positions, but she also knows that they are just human and don't have any right to control her/push her around. If she disagrees in a professional setting, as long as it isn't something that will eat away at her at night, she just keeps her mouth shut. But out in the real world, she will let you know all about it. She thinks things out before speaking, and has been told that even though she is about as stubborn as a mule ox, she does listen rather well.
Friends? - She tends to be the one that is the peace keeper. Able to hear out both sides of a story before she plays devils advocate for them or the voice of reason. Whether they take the advice or not, she gives them her honest opinion. She isn't immune to being pushed over the edge, and when she is, then she blows her lid. Never good at slowly releasing thoughts, hers come on in an explosion of frustration when it's built up too high. Give her some time and a vent session and she will probably back to normal... probably.
Quick on her feet - So to speak. She is a 'do-now, ask questions later' kind of gal. Not in a panicked way, but she can definitely hurry through a process to try and come to a solution. Though it might not be the best one if that time, she has always been the friend who makes the decision when no one else would step up. Even down to 'where should we eat?'. And if they complained on her choice, well she just told them to speak up next time instead of making her speak up.
Stubborn - Not easily one to back down when she is met head on with her choices. She understands rank and the power of different positions, but she also knows that they are just human and don't have any right to control her/push her around. If she disagrees in a professional setting, as long as it isn't something that will eat away at her at night, she just keeps her mouth shut. But out in the real world, she will let you know all about it. She thinks things out before speaking, and has been told that even though she is about as stubborn as a mule ox, she does listen rather well.
Friends? - She tends to be the one that is the peace keeper. Able to hear out both sides of a story before she plays devils advocate for them or the voice of reason. Whether they take the advice or not, she gives them her honest opinion. She isn't immune to being pushed over the edge, and when she is, then she blows her lid. Never good at slowly releasing thoughts, hers come on in an explosion of frustration when it's built up too high. Give her some time and a vent session and she will probably back to normal... probably.
BIOGRAPHY
Arlo Marie Espinosa, born to Marie and Victor Espinosa at the stroke of midnight about an hour outside of Lethford. Sadly, her mother didn't make it through the delivery. Only long enough to look at her daughter and give her the name Arlo. Which left her to be raised by her father and his sister, Carolina. You would think since they were siblings, that she would be raised by similar thinking and same moral people. But that wasn't the case. Both of them saw different things for her. Her father wanted her to be touch, not a push over and able to hold her own in the world. Her aunt however, wanted her to enjoy the little things and learn how life was a beautiful ride. That people were all different and that should be embraced.
It cause a lot of fights in the house growing up. Arlo learning to stay quiet and out of them, just listening to the two siblings argue back and forth about how the other was going to raise either a robot or a push over. By the time she was through grade school, Carolina couldn't handle the fights anymore with Victor. Arlo didn't blame her for leaving, she was exhausted from the fights as well. But she did blame her for leaving her behind. Only getting to see her during a family get together which was only about twice a year.
She went through the roughest years with her father during high school. Puberty and not having a soft parent to run to when she was going through all the feelings one does during the time made her bottle it up. Her father didn't want to hear it. He told her to suck it up, get over it, and that it wouldn't matter in a couple of years anyways. But of course, as any teenager, she couldn't see past the next day. She slowly learned to just bottle it up and hide it away. Keeping observant eyes and only standing up when she felt that burn in her gut that told her to. The times she stood up to her father were never ideal. And would usual end with a back hand to her mouth and being sent to her room, lip bloody and all.
The moment she graduated high school, she bolted to Lethford with her best friend, Trinity. Trinity was her saving grace during the tough times. She always opened her arms to Arlo and never pried too hard, which made their friendship work out in the best way. Trinity got into a local college that had campus in Lethford, and Arlo found herself a job working as a dispatch for a taxi service. She made just enough money to cover her half of rent, and to buy boxes of ramen noodles in bulk, and provide just enough money left over for a gym membership and streaming service.
Trinity made many friends at school and Arlo learned to like a few of them. Suddenly finding herself with a small group of friends that would always find their way to Arlo's shared apartment on Friday nights. Game night or movie night. They seemed to flip between the two regularly. When Arlo turned twenty one, she decided that she needed to move somewhere she would have a bit more growth opportunities with her newly multitasking skills that she picked up from the cab service job. She searched and searched, and cried once by herself at the fact that nothing was seeming to pan out for her. Until Trinity dropped an idea on her over breakfast one more. The police department, they needed dispatchers with quick thinking and able to keep cool under pressure.
Trinity knew this because she was going to school to be a crime scene technician, and she was earning credits by interning at the local station. Arlo left the table quickly to do a good once over her resume before printing out a few copies. She handed one to Trinity, then headed out the door to go to the station herself. After hanging around the station a few days, popping in to inquire more, they finally gave her a shot and looked over her resume. She went into an impromptu interview and field test. She believed she passed with flying colors when the department lead gave her a small smile and shook her hand, telling her to show up the following Monday with all the paperwork that the front desk would give her. She was beyond happy for the opportunity and the pay raise as well. The raise was good enough that she has now been saving up to try and move out on her own. Trinity had found a girlfriend, and Arlo knew that they were getting to the point of wanting to live together.
Ever since then, she has passed training and has taken on the role as if they were old friends. Though when the panicked phone calls started due to the virus, those took a lot of energy to figure out who was over reacting and who actually needed help. She had lots of calls that were definitely not emergencies, but she had to handle each one with a bit of grace and perhaps a few eye rolls. Which she was always glad that the other line couldn't see her face during it. Arlo had gotten used to the voices of the difference officers and a few might make her crack a smile when they patch through to her during their shift. Perhaps one day, she will gather enough confidence to actually go inside the station and pair the faces to the voices. A lot of officers didn't pop in to the dispatch side because, well, they knew how busy they were.
And frankly, she was always eager to get home and change into her favorite sweats and grab a bag of popcorn so she could browse some of the open listing for apartments.
It cause a lot of fights in the house growing up. Arlo learning to stay quiet and out of them, just listening to the two siblings argue back and forth about how the other was going to raise either a robot or a push over. By the time she was through grade school, Carolina couldn't handle the fights anymore with Victor. Arlo didn't blame her for leaving, she was exhausted from the fights as well. But she did blame her for leaving her behind. Only getting to see her during a family get together which was only about twice a year.
She went through the roughest years with her father during high school. Puberty and not having a soft parent to run to when she was going through all the feelings one does during the time made her bottle it up. Her father didn't want to hear it. He told her to suck it up, get over it, and that it wouldn't matter in a couple of years anyways. But of course, as any teenager, she couldn't see past the next day. She slowly learned to just bottle it up and hide it away. Keeping observant eyes and only standing up when she felt that burn in her gut that told her to. The times she stood up to her father were never ideal. And would usual end with a back hand to her mouth and being sent to her room, lip bloody and all.
The moment she graduated high school, she bolted to Lethford with her best friend, Trinity. Trinity was her saving grace during the tough times. She always opened her arms to Arlo and never pried too hard, which made their friendship work out in the best way. Trinity got into a local college that had campus in Lethford, and Arlo found herself a job working as a dispatch for a taxi service. She made just enough money to cover her half of rent, and to buy boxes of ramen noodles in bulk, and provide just enough money left over for a gym membership and streaming service.
Trinity made many friends at school and Arlo learned to like a few of them. Suddenly finding herself with a small group of friends that would always find their way to Arlo's shared apartment on Friday nights. Game night or movie night. They seemed to flip between the two regularly. When Arlo turned twenty one, she decided that she needed to move somewhere she would have a bit more growth opportunities with her newly multitasking skills that she picked up from the cab service job. She searched and searched, and cried once by herself at the fact that nothing was seeming to pan out for her. Until Trinity dropped an idea on her over breakfast one more. The police department, they needed dispatchers with quick thinking and able to keep cool under pressure.
Trinity knew this because she was going to school to be a crime scene technician, and she was earning credits by interning at the local station. Arlo left the table quickly to do a good once over her resume before printing out a few copies. She handed one to Trinity, then headed out the door to go to the station herself. After hanging around the station a few days, popping in to inquire more, they finally gave her a shot and looked over her resume. She went into an impromptu interview and field test. She believed she passed with flying colors when the department lead gave her a small smile and shook her hand, telling her to show up the following Monday with all the paperwork that the front desk would give her. She was beyond happy for the opportunity and the pay raise as well. The raise was good enough that she has now been saving up to try and move out on her own. Trinity had found a girlfriend, and Arlo knew that they were getting to the point of wanting to live together.
Ever since then, she has passed training and has taken on the role as if they were old friends. Though when the panicked phone calls started due to the virus, those took a lot of energy to figure out who was over reacting and who actually needed help. She had lots of calls that were definitely not emergencies, but she had to handle each one with a bit of grace and perhaps a few eye rolls. Which she was always glad that the other line couldn't see her face during it. Arlo had gotten used to the voices of the difference officers and a few might make her crack a smile when they patch through to her during their shift. Perhaps one day, she will gather enough confidence to actually go inside the station and pair the faces to the voices. A lot of officers didn't pop in to the dispatch side because, well, they knew how busy they were.
And frankly, she was always eager to get home and change into her favorite sweats and grab a bag of popcorn so she could browse some of the open listing for apartments.
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