#Real Heroes Firefighter Probie

[ladysouthpaw1213]

My interpretation of Probie/The Rookie using Mano’s Picrew!(Shout out to Mano for this amazing male Picrew)

Name is Jonathan “John” Kingsleigh

Picrew Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/250891

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Jonathan and Jeanne(Probie): Cooking. They grew up helping their mom around her cafe after their father passed away in the line of duty. While they usually worked as a waiter/waitress, they would help out in the kitchen once in a while. They would also cook for their two siblings if their mom couldn’t make it home that day.

Sometime at the firehouse(if they wasn’t any very early morning dispatch calls), they will get up earlier than their teammates and have breakfast ready for everyone when they get up.

Which is your OC more skilled at: cooking or baking?

[lovetommyactually]

BuckTommy Ι WC: 2.5k Ι cw: gunshot, blood, hostage situation (implied i think)

[below or on ao3]

The chopper finally crested the horizon, its rotors cutting the air like thunder. The unmistakable shape of Tommy’s bird. Buck’s heart kicked so hard it stole his breath.

He stood at the edge of the landing zone, shoes sunk into the dirt, hands clenched into fists.

He’s coming back, for real this time.

They said it was a success. The rescue team Tommy was flying were the first to escape. And the rest—it had been finalized by now—A success.

But Buck couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t cheer. Not yet. Not without seeing him first.

The chopper descended slow, steady.

And Buck waited.

*

[four hours earlier]

By the time the tactical teams arrived, Tommy had been held at gunpoint for hours—forced to fly, move equipment, keep the bird in the air while they unloaded chemicals for god knows what.

He was dehydrated, bruised, but alive.

…And stupid.

Because the first thing he did after they pulled him from the chopper was chug a bottle of water and say, “I know what they’re planning. Let me help stop them. Let me help save my guy.”

Everyone hesitated. But he was former military. He knew how they operated. He’d seen the inside.

And just like that, he was in again.

Buck had gone up, on the helipad where Tommy was waiting alone for the team to gather. It was sunset time, soft light spilling gold across the rooftop. Tommy sat on a crate, elbows on his knees, head down.

Buck sat beside him. “That was clever, what you said.”

Tommy looked over, eyes dull but alert. He managed a half-smile.

“Knew you’d catch it.”

Buck gestured to the side of his own face, mimicking the angle of Tommy’s darkening bruise.

“You okay?”

Tommy laughed. “Yeah. Tried to run once. You know. Wasn't clever.”

He rubbed his jaw, the bruise spreading down his neck.

“I got this… And my probie—he got shot in the foot, Evan... I- need him to be alive.”

Buck swallowed, nodding slowly. “H-He will… they’ll get him home.”

Tommy looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers once, then again.

“I keep thinking…” he said quietly, eyes still on his hands. “If I’d just been smarter. If I’d questioned it harder. I knew it didn’t feel right.”

His jaw clenched.

“I shouldn’t have landed. I shouldn’t have let us walk right into it.”

Buck opened his mouth, but Tommy shook his head before he could speak.

“He trusted me, Evan. First shift out, and I walked him into a trap.”

“You didn’t plan this…”

“It should be me out there with them right now.”

Buck blinked hard. “You’re not invincible, Tommy.”

“I know.”

Tommy’s voice cracked, just for a moment. “But I can handle it—myself, I’ve done this before. He’s hasn’t.”

“Tommy—”

The team started coming up—voices echoing, boots scuffing against the roof.

Tommy moved to stand, but Buck reached out and grabbed his arm before he could climb back into the second chopper, voice low and breaking

“You almost died in there. Can you just—please, can you not be a hero for once? Let them do it?”

“Evan…”

Buck’s grip on Tommy’s arm tightened, not like a firefighter trying to hold someone back, but like a man trying to stop his whole world from walking away.

“I-I saw your name in the system—‘non-responsive pilot.’ I thought… shit, Tommy, I thought you were—” He shook his head, voice cracking. “I thought I’d never get the chance to talk to you again. After w-what I said last time—Tommy, I-I didn’t mean it. I swear, I didn’t. Please just let me explain. Just... s-stay. You can’t just run back in like none of this matters. Like we don’t matter.”

“It matters,” Tommy said quietly. “You matter. We matter. But—”

“Then stay.” Buck’s voice cracked. “Stay and talk to me. Please. You’re not okay—w-we’re not okay. You left and we never—” He bit the inside of his cheek. “We never got to fix it.”

Tommy adjusted his vest, fingers steady but slow. He looked up finally, eyes tired but clear.

“We can—w-we will.” He reached out briefly, brushed the back of Buck’s hand with his knuckles.

Buck’s voice softened, pleading now. “You’re tired, Tommy. Let the team handle it.”

Tommy shook his head.

“It’ll be faster if I go. I’ve been flying around for them for almost thirty hours—I have it mapped. I know the terrain. I know where they might move.”

He hesitated, just a beat.

“I’ll come back, Evan. We’ll talk… After this... I got him into this. I should be the one keeping him safe.” His jaw tightened. “Not sitting here waiting while someone else does it for me.”

And he was gone.

*

[the present]

The chopper touched down.

The team ran forward to meet the medics—laughing, breathless, covered in ash and adrenaline. Tommy’s probie was limping, clearly injured, but alive. He’d be okay.

One of them shouted over the noise, grinning wide— “Kinard’s a damn legend! He flew us through open fire— no one else could’ve done it.”

Another added, breathless and awed—“That’s a damn good soldier! He flew us through hell no one else could’ve pulled that off!”

Buck’s chest swelled with pride. He wanted to kiss Tommy for all this—just as much as he wanted to smack him.

But he didn’t come out yet.

The pilot side was still shut. And Buck was done waiting.

So, He ran… He climbed up, shoes slipping a little against the slick metal. He yanked the door open—

—and the world dropped out from under him.

Tommy was slumped forward in the seat. One hand still rested against the control stick. The other was pressed weakly to his side, red soaking his flight suit through his fingers in thick, pulsing waves.

His head lolled toward Buck at the movement, lips parted, breathing shallow.

“Hey,” Tommy mumbled, voice wet and strained. “Took you long enough,”

“T-Tommy—” Buck’s voice cracked. He unbuckled him fast, hands shaking, then moved Tommy’s trembling hand aside to press his own against the wound.

“Shit—shit, Tommy, that’s a lot of blood.”

Tommy blinked slowly, dazed. “Didn’t… notice at the time.” He had, though. Somewhere between the smoke and fire. He just hadn’t cared.

A pause. A weak breath. “I was still flying… Think adrenaline was doing the flying.”

Buck pulled him out of the cockpit, lowering him to the dirt as gently as he could—but Tommy still tensed with a sharp, guttural groan.

“Ah—fuck—” Tommy hissed, every movement sending pain ripping through his side. His eyes fluttered, breath catching. “God, that hurts, Evan...”

Buck cradled his head with one hand and pressed the other hard into the wound. Blood coated his palm instantly—warm and thick.

Stomach wound. Close to the liver. Too much blood. Too fast.

“Help!” Buck shouted, voice breaking. “Medics! I need medics—now!”

Chaos spun around him—shouting, boots hitting the ground, someone calling for a trauma bag.

Tommy winced, blinking hard. “Is everyone okay?”

Buck’s face twisted. “No, Tommy—everyone is not okay!”

Tommy tried to focus, lashes fluttering. “Who’s hurt?”

“You are, you stubborn idiot.”

“Oh…” Tommy breathed, barely audible. “Anyone ’lse?”

Hen’s voice snapped through the noise, “Buck—move your hand for just a second—Chimney, start a line!”

Then, softer, as she knelt beside them “Hey, Tommy. We got you, okay? Stay with us.”

Her hands moved fast across his vest, lifting it enough to see the soaked undershirt beneath.

“Damn. It got him under the edge,” she muttered. “Vest didn’t catch it.”

Chimney dropped to his knees on the other side, already tearing open gauze and pushing gloves on with shaking hands.

“What the hell happened?”

“He was flying bleeding out, that’s what happened!” Buck yelled, barely keeping it together. “He didn’t tell anyone—he didn’t—”

“’didn’t.. know Ev’n!” Tommy protested

Chimney let out a breath, almost a laugh, even as he started placing the Life Pak. “Always trying to be cool, Tommy.”

“Okay, okay,” Hen said firmly. “We’ve got him. You did good, Buck. Just stay with us.”

But Buck couldn’t stop pressing, couldn’t stop staring at Tommy’s face—already too pale, lips tinged red from what he’d coughed up just moments earlier.

Tommy blinked slowly, smile fading.

His hand lifted, trembling, streaked with blood—and he reached out, brushing Buck’s cheek.

“H-hey… Ev—’s okay…” Tommy slurred, barely audible. “It doesn’t h’rt..”

Buck caught it—his own hand rising to cover Tommy’s, holding it in place against his face, grounding them both.

“Jesus Tommy—we’ve got you. Just—”

“‘s so dark… can’t see y’” His fingertips left a red smear across Buck’s face, like he was trying to memorize him with what little strength he had left.

“S-sorry.”

For the blood. For getting hurt. For a thousand things he never fixed.

Buck shook his head, eyes glassy. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Tommy—you’re okay. Just stay with us. Please.”

Tommy coughed—hard—blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fluttered. His lips moved again, slower, more effort now.

“Jus’… so y’know… Evan…” A breath. Shaky. Fragile. “Wasn’t… jus’ a code. I did… love you. I love y’. Ne’er… stopped.”

Buck’s breath hitched.

His eyes slammed shut for half a second, like the words physically struck him—and when they opened again, they were full of tears. His grip on Tommy’s hand tightened. He leaned in, forehead almost brushing Tommy’s, as if he could will him to stay.

His lips parted again, weaker this time.

“Didn’t mean to…”

Buck voice barely came out. “I know, Tommy. I know. You didn’t.”

“…M-mess it up…”

“You didn’t mess anything up. J-just stay with me—please.”

Hen’s voice cut in fast—calm, commanding. “Okay, we’ve got to move him—on my count. Chim, grab the board. Buck, I need your help.”

“Yeah—yeah, I’ve got him,” Buck said hoarsely, still gripping Tommy’s hand like a lifeline.

Chimney slid the backboard into place as Buck shifted, crouched low, one arm already under Tommy’s back, the other at his shoulders.

“Tommy, buddy, don’t make this harder than it already is—stay with us, man,” Chim muttered, voice tight. “How many times do I gotta save your life, huh?”

Tommy huffed—a breath, really, more air than sound. Almost a laugh. Then winced sharply, the motion pulling through his whole body.

“One, two, three—” Hen counted.

They lifted together—Buck moving with them, careful, steady, still murmuring under his breath: “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

They settled him onto the gurney. Straps fastened. Bag ready.

“Ev… Jus’ a min… gi’ me a… sec…” Tommy said as his eyes began to close.

“Hey—h-hey, no!” Buck’s voice shattered. “Tommy—no, stay awake—stay with me!”

Tommy’s eyes rolled back. A twitch. A sound like a breath that got lost halfway out.

The hand Buck was holding fell limp in his palm.

“Tommy?”

“We lost his pulse—he’s crashing!” Chimney shouted, voice sharp.

Buck froze.

“Tommy—? No. No no no—”

No pulse. No pulse. No pulse—

“Buck—compressions, now! I’ve got the bleed!” Hen snapped, already pressing hard into the wound with both hands. “We’ll deal with the damage later—just get his heart going!”

Buck’s hands moved on instinct before she even finished.

Chest compressions. Breath. More blood.

His voice cracked with every count.

“Please—please don’t do this to me, Tommy—”

His shoulders shook.

“You always do this, Tommy—”

He sobbed.

“You always run—this is how you run this time?! Y-you said we’d talk… you said we’d fix this—”

He broke.

“Come on… stop running, Tommy!”

His voice cracked again.

“Come on, Tommy—come on, baby, come on, come on—”

He pressed harder. Faster. Desperate.

The world spun around him—lights, sirens, shouting—but Buck only saw the man beneath his hands.

And he wasn’t letting him go.

*

It was quiet when Tommy woke up.

Too quiet from what he last remembered.

No shouting. No alarms. No wind against the rotors. No Buck yelling his name like it was the only thing left tethering him to life.

Just the slow, steady beeping of a heart monitor.

He woke up slowly.

Not all at once—just in fragments.

Pain first. Dull and deep, radiating from somewhere in his stomach. Then the weight in his chest. His throat, raw. Something pressed under his nose—oxygen.

His eyelids dragged open.

White ceiling, pale, unfamiliar. Fluorescent hum. Hospital.

For a moment, he panicked.

Shit.

His hand hurt.

Which didn’t make sense. He didn’t remember hurting his hand.

It took a few seconds—long, sluggish seconds—before he realized it wasn’t pain exactly. It was pressure. Something wrapped around it. Warm. Steady. Too tight.

His fingers twitched.

The grip jolted, just slightly—and then Tommy felt it

A breath. Right against his side.

A forehead resting lightly near his hip.

Evan.

Still here. Still holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping him anchored.

Tommy blinked slowly, exhaling a soft, rasping breath.

“’m alive?”

Buck stirred fast. Sat up. Eyes wide.

“Tommy—? Hey. Oh my God—hey—” His voice cracked with every word.

And Tommy—smiling just barely, weak and aching—whispered, “Did I mess up again?”

Buck let out a laugh that sounded half like a sob. “What? no. You scared the hell out of me, but no. You didn’t mess up anything.”

Tommy blinked slowly, groggy. “Y-you were yelling…”

Buck laughed again—shakier this time. “Yeah, well… you coded in my arms—twice, so—y-yeah. I was yelling.”

He swallowed hard.

“A-and then you were in surgery for… six hours? Seven? They wouldn’t tell us anything except ‘we’re doing what we can.’ The whole time, Tommy.” His voice cracked. “The whole time.”

“You should’ve seen you,” Buck added, voice low. “You didn’t move. But I—God, I think I forgot how to breathe until they said you made it through.”

Tommy let out a soft, broken breath. He winced. “M’sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just—don’t ever do that again.”

Tommy gave the faintest smile. “Wasn’t... part of the plan.”

Buck huffed, still gripping his hand. “Don’t make plans to be a hero again.”

Tommy’s smile twisted, wry and cracked. “Can’t promise you that.”

“I know…” Buck brought their joined hands to his chest and whispered, “You said we’d talk.”

Tommy nodded, barely. “Then let’s talk.”

Buck smiled—just a little—and looked down, eyes still wet. He nodded once. “I’ll get the nurse first.”

But he didn’t move.

The silence stretched. Still. Safe.

Then Tommy squeezed his hand.

“Evan…”

Buck’s head snapped up. “Uh—s-sorry—”

Tommy shook his head slowly. “No. S’okay…”

He smiled faintly.

“I came back.”

Buck’s tears finally gave up.

“You c-came back…”

His face broke somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and he shook his head, leaning forward until his forehead dropped gently against Tommy’s shoulder.

Tommy winced at the sudden weight—but his hand moved instinctively, threading weakly through Buck’s hair.

“Shhh… s’okay, baby,” he whispered. “I’m here now. I got you.”

[a1truist]

#A1TRUIST private, slow activity multi featuring canon and original characters across various media. standard tumblr rpc etiquette is expected. as developed by lucy.

one. writing samples two. pinterest

roster under the cut.

jake 'hangman' seresin. top gun. naval aviator, top gun programme graduate. assigned to the vfa-151 vigilantes and dagger squadrons. reppin' the lone star state.

darren ritter. chicago fire. firehouse 51's probie (affectionate). co-owner of firegoat microbrewery. full time hero, part time dogsitter.

lizzie novak. chicago fire. paramedic for firehouse 51. drifter who's found her people. cfd kickboxing champ.

dick 'hollywood' neven. top gun mixed canon. naval aviator, top gun class of '86 graduate. assigned to the vaw-124 bear aces squadron. popular flight instructor.

sam carver. chicago fire. firefighter for firehouse 51. real smoke-eater who would benefit from some therapy. retired bar scrapper, and all-round handyman.

tommy kinard. 9-1-1. lafd air operations firefighter pilot. ex-military. craft beer and rom-com enthusiast. tinkers with classic cars on his days off. muay thai sessions most evenings. clears on trivia nights.

vivian 'fancy' banks. top gun original character. naval aviator. assigned to the vfa-133 stingers squadron. high school prom queen. old money legacy unafraid to get her hands/heels dirty.

[ladysouthpaw1213]

More information about my Probie/Rookie

Mano’s Picrew used for Visual Reference Name: Jonathan Kingsleigh

Nicknames: Johnny(by family members), John(by friends and associates), Kid, Probie, Rookie, King(after the final mission of the game)

Birthday: October 9th, 1983(Libra)

Age: 25(this is assuming that the game take place the year it came out which is 2009)

Birthplace: Los Angeles, California

Hair color: Medium Brown

Eye color: Light Blue

Distinguishing Marks: Mole under right side of Mouth

Blood Type: A+

Dominant hand: Right

Casual Outfit: Open red button up shirt over white undershirt, blue jeans with brown belt, occasional brown canvas jacket, red converse, brown watch, occasional brown leather messenger bag

Sleepwear: White undershirt and boxers

Four temperament personality: Phlegmatic

Associated Flowers: Red Roses

Family Members: 

Samuel Kingsleigh(Father- Deceased)

Jennifer Kingsleigh(Mother- age 45) bio

Michael Kingsleigh(Brother- age 17)

Abigail Kingsleigh(Sister- age 15)

Bio:

Jonathan grew up in Los Angeles along with his two siblings and his parents. His father was a firefighter and Jonathan’s hero growing up(which inspires him to become one as well) while his mother was the owner of a small cafe. Tragically, his father died in the line of duty when Jonathan was 12. He spend his teen years helping out his mom with the cafe and raising his siblings. When he turned 25, his mom convinced Jonathan to applied to the LA Fire Department academy like he always wanted. When he graduated early, he was sent to Engine Company 13 and it plays out from there.

Personally: Jonathan can be describe as a calm guy and can keep his head cool under pressure. But he does have somewhat of a daredevil streak to him(not to the extend of Match but it’s still there). Always willing to help whenever he can and will often take fatalities hard.  When with his teammates, Jonathan is often more often listening than talking and often get worried about them if one of them gets hurt during calls(especially Match as he had to rescue him at least 2 times due to Match’s daredevil attitude).  and is a loyal friend though and though. Often has to play peacekeeper with his teammates. He can however be afraid to speak up at times and will often keep what’s troubling him to himself. 

Bonus Female Version: Jeanne Kingsleigh(LITOGNG’s Neka c.c used)

Love Interest: Louis”Match” Morris

Children: Samantha” Sammy” Morris(Born February 7th, 2011)

Casual Outfit: Blue LAFD short sleeve hoodie over white shirt, red plaid skirt, black tights, red converse, brown watch, red rose necklace given to her by Match on her birthday

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Video Game Characters Aesthetics: Probie/The Rookie

”Is there anybody there? Call out if you can hear me!”

Lions symbolized Courage, Bravery and Fearlessness

Red Roses symbolized Commitment, Appreciation and Courage

Teammates Aesthetics series: Match , Ezzy and Cameron

Tags: @imagoddamnonionmason @alypink @djloveyou3000 @callmelitlesunshine @mutant-okuri-inu @fleshqounds @pyxis-stellae @liberty-mutual-138

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Match x Probie Couple Aesthetic

Tags: @imagoddamnonionmason @alypink @djloveyou3000 @callmelitlesunshine

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Personal Things about my Probie#3

The brown watch he wears on his left wrist was originally his dad Samuel’s watch

It was given to Samuel by his wife Jennifer on one of their anniversaries.

She had the back of the watch custom engraved with Semper Paratus(Always Ready) and a flame

It was given to Jonathan after his Father’s death

It’s one of his most treasured belongings

[ladysouthpaw1213]

I’m down for answering OC background relationships for my OCs(My Bell and both versions of my Probies) so ask away. Please note it may not be a quick response depending on what time it is or what question was asked( as I’m still developing as I go along). ditto for asks about the current fandoms(Call of Duty and Real Heroes: Firefighters) I’m in, I’m alway down as well to talk about them too.

OC's Background Relationships Ask Game

Send an ask with OC + emoji (or the corresponding text), get a short ramble about the relationship of that OC with the corresponding side/background characters!

🎲 - Biological parents

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

❓ - Estranged family/relatives they've never met

📎 - Siblings/close family

✨ - Children (current or future)

💎 - Chosen family (including warband)

🧸 - Childhood friends

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

💌 - First crush/love

💋 - First kiss

🌹 - First relationship

🌶️ - First intimacy

💍 - Partners (current or future)

💔 - Exes

🍑 - Notable flings

✏️ - Classmates (including other cubs at the fahrar for charr)

⚙️ - Coworkers/boss (krewe/other charr outside of warband)

🐾 - Pets

🔪 - Enemy/nemesis

💢 - Person they can't stand

⚰️ - Someone they lost (not necessarily dead)

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

🗑️ - "It's complicated"

©️ - Bonus: Canon NPC important to them

[Note: doesn't have to be in-depth, and if something is not applicable to an OC, you get to reroll!]

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Something I noticed while watching a play though of the game is that save for the First level, Match seems to get along with Probie the most out of his three teammates. He rarely snarks/looks down at Probie like he does to Cameron and Izzy. When he does snark around Probie, it’s done more in a playful manner. Like their friendship/relationship evolves into like a mentor/protege or even best friends(or maybe more if you see it like that).

which does kinda make sense since the two tend to be partnered up in missions and Probie did saved his dumbass atleast 2 times in the game

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Personal Things about my Probie #1

Wear glasses due to nearsightedness

When on duty, he wear special prescription goggles

May wear contacts once in a while for formal events

His teammates were shocked the first time they saw him wearing contacts and seeing his eyes clearly(since they are so used to him wearing glasses or googles)

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Personal Things about my Probie #4

Knows how to cook on account of helping out his mom in her cafe when he was in his teens to early adulthood as well as cooking for his siblings when mom couldn’t make it home that night for dinner

Favorite pastry is cheese danish pastry

Favorite drink is Espresso coffee(considering he’s almost always on duty and needs something to keep energy up while on calls)

Sometimes cooks breakfast in the firehouse if there is not a early morning call

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Can you tell us some songs you think fit with your OCs?

sure. Here are a few right now For Natalia:

Savage by Bahari

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

White Rabbit by Jefferson Starship

Rabbit Heart by Florence and the Machine

Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab

For Jonathan/Jeanne:

Inferno by Swano Hiroyuki

Count on me by The Meadows

Our Lives by The Calling

Still I Fly by Spencer Lee

thanks for asking @pyxis-stellae

[ladysouthpaw1213]

I am really tempted to write a Match/Probie Soulmark au fic(the first words one) in the future

while we hear Match’s first words to Probie” What’s wrong? Nervous?” I’m curious on what the first words that Probie would have spoken towards him.

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Personal Things about my Probie #2

Likes to draw/sketch in their spare time

Started drawing around their childhood years(it helped them when dealing with their dad’s death)

Has a sketchbook that is usually hidden away under their bed pillow at the firehouse

Tends to draw landscapes, life in Los Angeles and even their family and teammates

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Match/FemProbie Fankid bio(will be updated as it goes on)

LITOGNG’s Neka C.C used for Visual Reference: Click

Name: Samantha”Sammy” Morris

Birthday: February 7, 2011

Birthplace: Los Angeles, California

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Light Blue

Distinguishing Marks: Mole under right side of mouth

Casual Outfit: White and pink hooded jacket, pink t shirt, blue denim skirt with embroidered pink flowers, black knee length leggings, white and pink skechers, red woven bracelet, occasional black/pink Hello Kitty bookbag

Family:

Louis” Match” Morris(Father)

Jeanne” Probie” Morris(Mother)

Pets:

Pepper( a female Short Tail Chinchilla)

Bio: Sammy is the only daughter of Louis and Jeanne Morris. She lives in Los Angeles along with her parents and tends to spend her days when not at school hanging out at the firehouse or her grandmother’s cafe. She is pretty tomboyish and is very active as well as quite the daredevil like her father. She hopes to be a firefighter like her parents when she grows up. She is also a huge fan of Hello Kitty and love to sketch like her mom. She has a beloved pet chinchilla named Pepper(name came from a story her mom told her about her dad and uncle Marc arguing over what the heck is a chinchilla during her first year as a firefighter) that was given to her for her birthday as she always loved the rodents growing up.