Ms. Marie Belle [ Fin ]

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.NAME.

Zulmarie Belle Esteves [ Called Marie, or Belle too ]

.AGE.

Twenty Three

.GENDER.

Female

.HERITAGE.

Cuban / Spain

.JOB POSITION.

Store Assistant for Edan O’Rourke's dept.

.PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION.

Hey Marie! Give us a lil twirl now why don'tya girl.
Well to start off she stands a good five foot seven and evens with a weight of one hundred and forty pounds. She's got a very feminine body, that said so, even in boy clothes you can tell she's got an hourglass figure. Her skin is a naturally and even olive-like complexion, with dark rich chocolate brown curled hair that tapers along her shoulders and then some. Her eyes are an intense mix of silver and brown, typical for Hispanics. Belle's pride and joy, aside from her stallion, are her calves. Slightly thick and packed with muscles they are well toned from her days of running.

.PERSONALITY.

Is stubborn even a word to start it with. This girl's got a very one wayward mind about almost everything in life. You could say she's a tomboy, but she just calls it as she sees it. The only bond that's strong enough to call love would be with the O’Rourke family that have been there for her. Aside from her 'family' it would be her horse, Ricochet, the Morab mare. Through him did she have the first understanding of what tenderness and caring feelings are.

Today she's grown into quite the independent, and stubborn woman. If she's not working, she's out with the cattle in the Red Bronc Ranch. They can't really tell her not to, but she's got a way with her mount and lining the steer. Call her a cow girl, or a cow boy, she just loves spending time with her mount more then anything else in the world. Dedication would be quite the fitting word for Marie. She speaks the English well, with a strong accent of her Hispanic roots. her native language is Spanish.

.PAST.

Belle's history is a bit of a quirky one.Her mother, Darcela moved to Spain, from Cuba with her older brothers to avoid becoming servant to the white English men. She was only 21 at the time but once in Spain she took a job as a waitress at a local pub. Didn't take long for her good looks to stir commotion around the males that eyed her. And Pretty soon she had herself a lover and was pregnant with her first child.

The diner she worked for closed and she was forced to move along. She had heard of brighter futures out to the US and was soon was put on a ship along with her eldest brother. Both set out on their new adventure westward. Upon coming to US, and hitting the lower south-land regions, her brother was taken away for slave work almost immediately. His broad shoulders and muscles where more then enough to bid upon. Now because she was pregnant, she would be either sold or put to work in some rich people's house.

Darcela and her brother never did get out off the southern east regions of the US and when she gave birth, her child lasted only a few years with her care before she too was to be sold. At age 7 Marie had been sold to a farm picking cotton. But already with only seven years of her life, Zumarie was turning into one hard little copper. She was never seen in woman's clothing and thus she grew into that fact.

Now on this farm, the younger son of the owner was deeply in-love with Arabians. Kid want's a horse, dad get's him a horse. Actually, the first horse on the farm was a Morab. Aside from the mare not being broken wrong, she had severe trust issues and was a biter. Originally the owner had gotten it for his son, somewhere from the middle east but he didn't know horses, he knew cotton. So as soon as the son saw her, he threw a fit, demanding another horse, that this one was wrong. Instantly the young mare was cased aside, and this was where Belle met her. The nights after their long hours she would slip her a few carrots and slowly but surely she gained her trust.

As actual Arabians started to pop up here and there, the Morab was less and less paid attention to. Now the one that took a liking to her, aside from Zulmarie, was the ranch owner's wife. Against her husbands wishes she mounted the being, but that was her worse fault. The young female horse was green and it almost got her killed. As soon as the news rang about, the owner was intent on killing the horse. Fearing for his safety, Belle had to think fast. At the age of 16, she did her first getaway and escaped, astride the slightly undernourished mare.

Luck was on her side on these times, she had run into the O’Rourke family on their way to the prairies. Somehow her pleads and begging got through and they took her along with. She never again knew the whereabouts of her mother, nor her uncle, only that she never again wanted to return to that awful plantation. It's been more then a Decade now since she's settled with the. Edan see's her like the little sister he never had and is overly, overly protective about her.

He, of course, granted her a job at his market place. He's told her over a million times to start wearing the dresses for the women but she refuses. Sticking to the guy jeans and shirts she was raised with. Thankfully Edan's wife made clothing and has been able to supply her with more femininely made pieces of clothing. With her mare, she was able to find board for him at the Red Bronc Ranch.

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[Sojourner]

Accepted!