✧ ⸻ is that MELISSA O’NEIL? no? that’s CAROLINE WOO? are you sure? she has been here for FIFTEEN YEARS, and they now live in DOWNTOWN. no wonder i missed them! it seems that they are also THIRTY - EIGHT and that they work as OWNER & BAKER at CARE FOR YOU. are you telling me that they are enthusiastic and thoughtful, but also long suffering andindecisive? i guess it makes sense they would remind people of the smell of dill and cinnamon / a collection of colorful aprons / putting your memory to good use. now i can’t wait to meet them !
full name : caroline woo. nickname(s) : carrie. age : thirty - eight. date of birth : february 26th, 1988. place of birth : los angeles, california. gender : cis woman . pronouns : she or her. religion : none. romantic / sexual orientation : bisexual. languages : english, cantonese. occupation : owner and baker at care for you.
faceclaim : melissa o'neil . hair : long, chocolate - colored; lazy waves, heightened by nightly heatless curls. eyes : brown. distinguishable features : n/a. height : five foot and three or 160cm . build : curvy, softly rounded . tattoos or piercings : several.
mother : angela maddock, unknown. father : steven woo, deceased. sibling(s) : n/a. spouse : colt ashford (divorced) . children : none .
tw: child abandonment, cancer, parental death, infertility and miscarriages.
caroline doesn't quite remember her mom – for as long as she can remember, there was her dad. solid, warm, steady. he stayed, while she didn't, and so caroline learned from him: she learned how to cook, how to speak mandarin, how to care for others, how to sew and how to tell really bad jokes.
it was fast, when he got sick. she remembers when the phone calls went from weekly to monthly, like her visits from college; it was during one of those she found him face first in the bathroom. within six months, she quit college (she didn't even have anything figured out as far as a major went, so it's fine) and returned to their flat; within six months, he went from her dad to a husk of a person. in the end, no amount of chemo could have made it work – and he accepted that. caroline didn't, not quite.
unable to cope with staying home by herself, she decided to travel around the country instead. it was one of those trips that got her to some small town in colorado – her friend had told her they had sick trails, even though caroline went more for the company than the exercise on itself – and one night at the local rodeo led her to meet colt.
she surprised even herself when she decided to stay. his family ranch was crumbling, he was crumbling, and so caroline saw fit to see him steady again – maybe there was something to say about the challenge, about the project that was colt, more than her feelings. not that they didn't exist, because he had a way to make her flush whenever his eyes laid on her, and, so, she had found some kind of home. she hadn't had a home for a while.
alongside her budding romance, she tried to find something to do. college had been more about breaking away from home, drinking until the wee hours of the day, spending weekends in the library to cram for a test and befriending her roommate – academics didn't quite grasp her, nor did she them. her only skills were those learned from back when, of days with her dad on the kitchen. baking had always calmed her, and it made her feel some sort of good longing, besides the satisfaction of feeding someone.
so she started loitering about the ashford's kitchen when colt went out; the first sales were made from the back of her car, which she parked in random places around town during the first years. for all of her newfound impulsivity, it worked out, but she kept at it until she built her clientele – it would be a few years until she got a place downtown to put up a proper café. by then, she had gotten married and felt proper settled. her home had always been so far as the people around her, so it didn't surprse her when she found herself fitting right in; to this day, she's got a knack for remembering people's names and their orders.
as far as building your own dream goes, there was one thing missing: children. caroline never felt obligated to them, but she did want a family, want it all. so they started trying. the first pregnancy came fast – they were trying for around six months only. it didn't last three. a pattern soon was estabilished: a pregnancy, then a loss. in six years, it happened four times – four times too many. at some point, they attempted ivf, only for the expense to blow up on their faces.
all the money, time, physical and emotional effort eventually caught up to them – caroline was caught in impulsivity when she served colt the divorce papers. she still regrets it. it doesn't help that they keep falling into each other's beds now and then, too. but she made her choice, so she knows she gotta stick with it.
