Post by |faye.carson| on Aug 17, 2010 0:04:25 GMT -8
Name: Faye Marie Carson
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Heritage: Irish and Itallian
Job Position: At the moment... anything. She'll clean house, do kitchen work. Mostly looking for a place where she could clean house and cook and that would pay for her and her horse's feed and board(hard to come by with two horses that have a trouble keeping weight).
Physical Description:
Standing at 5'7 Faye has long think red hair that's wavy and shiny and smells like roses. She has fair skin and green emerald eyes. She has clean clear skin and clean teeth, that are a tad miss-shaped but not real bad. She has a few faint freckles scattered across her nose. Her ears are a bit pointy on the tips(which she has been laughed at for for her whole life). She has a nice waistline, some say she's a little too skinny, but when you live off the bread crums of life you typically are. She has been called beautiful before she feels they say that out of pity or stupidity.
She typically wears fine silks(that she's grudgingly 'trying' to sell off for money.) when it comes to dresses and has a sort of high opinionated look to her when it comes to the way she looks. She seems as if she's educated but also has a sort of innocent loss about her features.
Personality:
Well now.... Faye, sweet innocent little Faye Marie Carson... well, along with the Irish eyes and red hair she has a burning black temper, but is fortunately rarely seen, or used. This little fairy princess is a usually quiet and listens but can't seem to learn to think before talking sometimes. Faye has a sweetness about her, she tries to make everyone feel like their welcome, and if they are still rude she usually just keeps acting like nothing is wrong, but then again, you smudge her the wrong way and she'll come at you like a cornered wild filly, with teeth bared and hooves at the ready.
She is pretty much a push over and lets people walk all over her. Her favorite things would be her best two horses, Italian food, clothes, silks, baths, animals, painting, and surprisingly she enjoys cleaning and cooking. She dislikes certain foods like meats cooked wrong, she can't eat breakfast because it makes her sick, she doesn't like darkness and being alone, men scare her pretty easily.
Past:
Faye Carson born from Wiley and Maisy Carson. They own-owned a large racing facility over in New York. With rolling green pastures year round and horses always ready to go. Faye was taken out every day with her Pa to go riding, her mother trying to keep Faye locked up in the house but eventually giving in to Faye and Pa's pleas to go out and ride. Faye didn't have any big dangerous secret but then... when Faye was about 13 she was having foolish crushes on the foreman, who was typically an average Joe, no different. One day a few of the workers were a little drunk and Faye was out on Donte, her horse. She was standing on the ground then, she'd been trying to follow the foreman, to see what he was up to, foolish little girl. In her day dreaming she'd gotten so in depth with her thoughts she wound up a little.. lost, not lost per se but she'd just lost track of time and well, the Foreman.
The drunk men saw a woman, all alone, with only a horse. No escorts as there should have been, no sort of weapon they could see, the horse didn't look like he'd rage at anyone, and obviously if a girl could ride the stallion he must be no threat. The men came up to Faye, taunting her, she went to get on Donte, only to be dragged down, Donte, not really knowing what was going on, being only a horse trotted off a ways to graze.
When the men left they took Faye's spirit with them. They all laughed at their enjoyment. The little girl crawled back onto her feet, finding her horse and holding on. It had been a long night, and when she woke up she was in a nice warm bed, her parents worrying at her side.
She never said anything about what happened or where she'd been, her maid had asked her something once and Faye had gone crazy on her, but Faye had been a social elite and was more a social star than ever. But when Maisy passed away over her 15th summer her father fell apart, getting drunk often, and occasionally he'd get drunk in public. One of the men who raped Faye came by. He was down on his luck and threatened to raise hell on Faye if she didn't give him the money he needed to pay back his debt. Faye had no money to give him, her father had cut her allowance to pay for the booze. Faye was 18 then, she should have been married off, she should have a family of her own, but she didn't. Faye tried to do the best she could but the man grew impatient and reeked the story about her to the public. Havoc and chaos. Wiley disowned her, saying she was no daughter of his. She left quietly being told to pack her things and leave. Marie took Donte and Freckled Gal with her, they were, after all, rightfully hers, birthday and christmas presents.
So now the men who wanted money from her were tracking her down, thinking she has money and they won't leave her alone. She's down on her luck and on her last straw. What should she do?? It's not her problem to deal with! Oh but it is, it is now.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Heritage: Irish and Itallian
Job Position: At the moment... anything. She'll clean house, do kitchen work. Mostly looking for a place where she could clean house and cook and that would pay for her and her horse's feed and board(hard to come by with two horses that have a trouble keeping weight).
Physical Description:
Standing at 5'7 Faye has long think red hair that's wavy and shiny and smells like roses. She has fair skin and green emerald eyes. She has clean clear skin and clean teeth, that are a tad miss-shaped but not real bad. She has a few faint freckles scattered across her nose. Her ears are a bit pointy on the tips(which she has been laughed at for for her whole life). She has a nice waistline, some say she's a little too skinny, but when you live off the bread crums of life you typically are. She has been called beautiful before she feels they say that out of pity or stupidity.
She typically wears fine silks(that she's grudgingly 'trying' to sell off for money.) when it comes to dresses and has a sort of high opinionated look to her when it comes to the way she looks. She seems as if she's educated but also has a sort of innocent loss about her features.
Personality:
Well now.... Faye, sweet innocent little Faye Marie Carson... well, along with the Irish eyes and red hair she has a burning black temper, but is fortunately rarely seen, or used. This little fairy princess is a usually quiet and listens but can't seem to learn to think before talking sometimes. Faye has a sweetness about her, she tries to make everyone feel like their welcome, and if they are still rude she usually just keeps acting like nothing is wrong, but then again, you smudge her the wrong way and she'll come at you like a cornered wild filly, with teeth bared and hooves at the ready.
She is pretty much a push over and lets people walk all over her. Her favorite things would be her best two horses, Italian food, clothes, silks, baths, animals, painting, and surprisingly she enjoys cleaning and cooking. She dislikes certain foods like meats cooked wrong, she can't eat breakfast because it makes her sick, she doesn't like darkness and being alone, men scare her pretty easily.
Past:
Faye Carson born from Wiley and Maisy Carson. They own-owned a large racing facility over in New York. With rolling green pastures year round and horses always ready to go. Faye was taken out every day with her Pa to go riding, her mother trying to keep Faye locked up in the house but eventually giving in to Faye and Pa's pleas to go out and ride. Faye didn't have any big dangerous secret but then... when Faye was about 13 she was having foolish crushes on the foreman, who was typically an average Joe, no different. One day a few of the workers were a little drunk and Faye was out on Donte, her horse. She was standing on the ground then, she'd been trying to follow the foreman, to see what he was up to, foolish little girl. In her day dreaming she'd gotten so in depth with her thoughts she wound up a little.. lost, not lost per se but she'd just lost track of time and well, the Foreman.
The drunk men saw a woman, all alone, with only a horse. No escorts as there should have been, no sort of weapon they could see, the horse didn't look like he'd rage at anyone, and obviously if a girl could ride the stallion he must be no threat. The men came up to Faye, taunting her, she went to get on Donte, only to be dragged down, Donte, not really knowing what was going on, being only a horse trotted off a ways to graze.
When the men left they took Faye's spirit with them. They all laughed at their enjoyment. The little girl crawled back onto her feet, finding her horse and holding on. It had been a long night, and when she woke up she was in a nice warm bed, her parents worrying at her side.
She never said anything about what happened or where she'd been, her maid had asked her something once and Faye had gone crazy on her, but Faye had been a social elite and was more a social star than ever. But when Maisy passed away over her 15th summer her father fell apart, getting drunk often, and occasionally he'd get drunk in public. One of the men who raped Faye came by. He was down on his luck and threatened to raise hell on Faye if she didn't give him the money he needed to pay back his debt. Faye had no money to give him, her father had cut her allowance to pay for the booze. Faye was 18 then, she should have been married off, she should have a family of her own, but she didn't. Faye tried to do the best she could but the man grew impatient and reeked the story about her to the public. Havoc and chaos. Wiley disowned her, saying she was no daughter of his. She left quietly being told to pack her things and leave. Marie took Donte and Freckled Gal with her, they were, after all, rightfully hers, birthday and christmas presents.
So now the men who wanted money from her were tracking her down, thinking she has money and they won't leave her alone. She's down on her luck and on her last straw. What should she do?? It's not her problem to deal with! Oh but it is, it is now.
