Post by Moridanu on Nov 30, 2009 4:41:57 GMT -5
Name: Catherine “Cat” Wilson (Anyone calling her Cathy, will soon find out that they really shouldn’t do so. )
Age: 29
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light caramel brown with honey blonde highlights
Skin tone: a deep tan from working outside most of her life
Height: 5’9”
Build: Slender.
Attire: Usually a long skirt of different shades of blues, greens or browns over a thick petticoat. A simple and plain light shirt that buttons up to the throat and down the sleeves with small pearls. Over this, she usually wears a light green or blue pinafore style apron while working in the store. Polished brown boots, a brown shawl and a gold and pearl cameo at her throat complete the outfit. She usually wears her hair in a bun at the nape of her neck. No man in Deepdwellers Gulch has been fortunate enough to see it down in all its golden glory.
Accessories: As well as the Cameo, Cat wears a long gold chain with a large oval locket that tucks in between her ample bosom. Inside the locket is a photograph and a lock of hair, but nobody in the Gulch knows who the mementos are of.
History:
Cat was born in the Gulch to two farmers, Bill and Martha Wilson. Cat grew up on the family farm, until the “big drought” dried up all the land and withered the crops. After several years of losing rather than making any money, the bank came to collect what was owed to them. As a young girl of twelve, Cat ran down the long drive to tell her father the bank man had arrived. Her father had told her he would be right out and to ask the man if he wanted some lemonade. When the sound of a single shotgun blast rang throughout the farmhouse, Cat screamed as she dropped the pitcher of lemonade. After her fathers death, her mother took them to live with a friend of hers on the outskirts of town. The husband of this friend however, took an unnatural liking to the pretty young blonde, and her mother soon moved them both as far away as they could go on twenty five dollars: Chicago. A rich aunt took the two of them in, hiring her mother as a maid while paying for Cat to attend a prestigious Ladies College. Nothing else is known of Cat’s history until she returned to the Gulch at the age of 21 to scatter her mothers ashes at the old homestead. Deciding to stay in the Gulch, Cat bought the local general store for an undisclosed fee and paid three local builders to extend the building to include a large three story house that was attached to the store by a long hallway and staircase. The following year, a stranger arrived in town and went straight to the store. Locals observed him arrive on a Thursday, noting his professional attire and expensive airs. Arguing was heard later that night, and the townsfolk awaited anxiously to be introduced to the intriguing stranger. However, Cat opened up for business the next morning as usual, and although many of the towns busy bodies tried to ascertain any information they could on the stranger, Cat simply replied “Who?”. The man was never seen again, and people soon stopped asking her, though they never forgot his arrival and apparent disappearance. Despite her time away, and the mystery surrounding her, Cat is still considered to be a “Townie” and is protected by the townsfolk as one of their own. She has viewed the arrival of the new Sherif with interest, and although polite when he called to introduce himself, she has remained wary and distant, like most of the towns people. Like the rest of the town, Cat knows all about the Madame and the service she and her fellow “ladies” provide. Choosing to keep her distance from the saloon, Cat prefers to share a quiet drink with some of the other store owners in her own parlour. They enjoy the finest liquor Chicago can provide and transport in on the monthly coach.
Age: 29
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light caramel brown with honey blonde highlights
Skin tone: a deep tan from working outside most of her life
Height: 5’9”
Build: Slender.
Attire: Usually a long skirt of different shades of blues, greens or browns over a thick petticoat. A simple and plain light shirt that buttons up to the throat and down the sleeves with small pearls. Over this, she usually wears a light green or blue pinafore style apron while working in the store. Polished brown boots, a brown shawl and a gold and pearl cameo at her throat complete the outfit. She usually wears her hair in a bun at the nape of her neck. No man in Deepdwellers Gulch has been fortunate enough to see it down in all its golden glory.
Accessories: As well as the Cameo, Cat wears a long gold chain with a large oval locket that tucks in between her ample bosom. Inside the locket is a photograph and a lock of hair, but nobody in the Gulch knows who the mementos are of.
History:
Cat was born in the Gulch to two farmers, Bill and Martha Wilson. Cat grew up on the family farm, until the “big drought” dried up all the land and withered the crops. After several years of losing rather than making any money, the bank came to collect what was owed to them. As a young girl of twelve, Cat ran down the long drive to tell her father the bank man had arrived. Her father had told her he would be right out and to ask the man if he wanted some lemonade. When the sound of a single shotgun blast rang throughout the farmhouse, Cat screamed as she dropped the pitcher of lemonade. After her fathers death, her mother took them to live with a friend of hers on the outskirts of town. The husband of this friend however, took an unnatural liking to the pretty young blonde, and her mother soon moved them both as far away as they could go on twenty five dollars: Chicago. A rich aunt took the two of them in, hiring her mother as a maid while paying for Cat to attend a prestigious Ladies College. Nothing else is known of Cat’s history until she returned to the Gulch at the age of 21 to scatter her mothers ashes at the old homestead. Deciding to stay in the Gulch, Cat bought the local general store for an undisclosed fee and paid three local builders to extend the building to include a large three story house that was attached to the store by a long hallway and staircase. The following year, a stranger arrived in town and went straight to the store. Locals observed him arrive on a Thursday, noting his professional attire and expensive airs. Arguing was heard later that night, and the townsfolk awaited anxiously to be introduced to the intriguing stranger. However, Cat opened up for business the next morning as usual, and although many of the towns busy bodies tried to ascertain any information they could on the stranger, Cat simply replied “Who?”. The man was never seen again, and people soon stopped asking her, though they never forgot his arrival and apparent disappearance. Despite her time away, and the mystery surrounding her, Cat is still considered to be a “Townie” and is protected by the townsfolk as one of their own. She has viewed the arrival of the new Sherif with interest, and although polite when he called to introduce himself, she has remained wary and distant, like most of the towns people. Like the rest of the town, Cat knows all about the Madame and the service she and her fellow “ladies” provide. Choosing to keep her distance from the saloon, Cat prefers to share a quiet drink with some of the other store owners in her own parlour. They enjoy the finest liquor Chicago can provide and transport in on the monthly coach.
