do you know ROWAN CARTER ? SHE is that BLUE HOUNDS PLAYER that works at ICE RINK … no ? really ? i hear they are team-first and disciplined but i’ve also seen them being self pressuring and unsure who she is off the ice. they have been around town for TWENTY FIVE of their TWENTY FIVE years of age, and whenever i see them, i am reminded of LOCKER ROOM LAUGHTER, OVERSIZED HOODIES AND DENIM, SKATE BLADES CARVING INTO FRESH ICE. they even look like that CHANDLER KINNEY and i remember hearing COMEBACK by JONAS BROTHERS blaring out of their earphones that one time. do you know who i’m talking about now ?
rowan carter has never known a life that didn’t smell like cold air and sharpened steel. born and raised in montrouge, canada, she grew up in a town that breathes hockey the way other places breathe weather. her earliest memories are of rink lights humming overhead, oversized skates sliding across ice, and her father’s voice cutting clean and calm through the noise.
angelo carter has coached the red cheetahs for as long as anyone can remember (at least that’s how it feels to rowan) and carrying his last name means carrying expectation. but he is more than a coach to rowan, he has always been a father first. he taught her how to skate before she could walk properly, how to throw a perfect pass, how to hit the ice without hesitation. he pushes her hard, but never cruelly, and he looks out for her in ways no one else can, always knowing when to let her fight for herself and when to step in. their bond is quiet but unbreakable, built on shared mornings on the ice, laughter echoing through empty arenas, and the kind of trust that only comes from growing up together in the rink’s hum.
TW her mother died of cancer when rowan was five, leaving a hollow space that no amount of practice could fill. most of what she knows about her comes secondhand, stories whispered softly, photos tucked away in drawers, a presence felt more in absence than memory. grief shaped her quietly, steering her toward scraped knees and calloused hands instead of questions she didn’t know how to ask.
rowan is a tomboy through and through, carrying the easy confidence of someone who has spent more time on the ice than anywhere else. she’s outgoing, loud when the situation calls for it, quick with jokes, and first to throw her shoulder into a friend or teammate. she thrives in chaos, whether it’s a fast-paced game or a locker room full of laughter, but beneath the bravado is someone fiercely loyal, protective, and intensely aware of her own vulnerabilities. softness exists in her, she just keeps it close.
hockey became both refuge and language. where words failed, the ice didn’t. she learned how to take a hit and keep moving, how to bleed without complaint, how to show love through effort and loyalty instead of confession. she fights hard for the blue hounds, always team-first, always disciplined, but she does it with an energy that lights up the rink and makes her impossible to ignore.
montrouge still feels like home, equal parts comfort and pressure. rowan loves the town even as it keeps her tethered, loves her father even when his shadow stretches long, and cherishes the lessons he’s taught her, on and off the ice. she is learning, slowly, that strength doesn’t always have to mean silence, that laughter and connection can exist alongside grit and determination, and that being herself- tomboy, outgoing, loyal, is enough.
WANTED
father (1/1) — taken by angelo carter
first love - (0/1)
inside source (1/1) — taken by maren...they're good friends but rowan is also maren's inside source for interviews for both the red cheetahs and blue hounds
