 Blog PostsFriends         | Cowgirl~ Fu𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 ~Undisclosed The sun caressed her skin bathing her in it's embrace. The beautiful buckskin beast that stood before her whinnied, shaking his midnight mane out. Running her hand down the horses neck a man had approached her little camp, a gun loaded and pointed. " What's your name, little lady?" Her emerald orbs scattered the ground, finding a small patch of yellow flowers, weeds. The woman turned to face the man hearing the soft click of the hammer being pulled back. " Dandelion, and you're a dead man." Dandelion — Origins: Flower name, from French , which means "lion's tooth". Age ~ 17-21 || 12-21|| Sagittarius Gender ~Female || she, her Sexuality ~ Bisexual Species ~ Human || Cowgirl Nationality ~ || American Languages ~ || English Dominant hand ~ || Right " Her Daddy bought her, her first horse. Taught her to ride, she climbed high in that saddle. Fell I don't know how many times. Taught her a lession she learned maybe a little too well. Cowgirls don't cry. " Her mother stood there beyond the dirt grave , her hand clasped on another maidens , " she won't stop untill she's found the man who killed her father " inhaling she'd shake her worn face, wrinkles creaveses deep. ~ Childhood ~ Sunlight escaping through the tiny tatters of the worn out cloth , the rays hit her brown floor boards if looking hard enough you could see the dust partials dancing in the light. A milky white hand lay over the edge of the cot , her fingers twitching as her chest rises and falls. Only awaking to the screaming of the barn hard rooster. A soft muffled groan left her pink lips as she peeled her eyelids open. her head ached from being up so late. Her eyes switched to look at the ceiling as she just laid there almost like a lifeless doll. Finally she decided to sit up her hair messy as it laid around her face. Lifting her balled up fist she rubbed the crust from the corner of her eyes. She seemed to sigh as she slowly pulled her body out of the bed. There was a knock at the door her head was already thudding. Slowly opening her bedroom door she peeked her head out " Hmm.. yes ?" she called softly knowing it was her mother she could semm the fresh eggs from the hall. Slowly trudging to the kitchen she wore cowboy boots, a decorated button up tucked into some blue jeans. The young girl no older than maybe ten. Stepping into the kitchen her mother was standing at the sink her old baby blue gown draped down her figure tied at the waist was an apron. Settled on the table near her seat was a larger box. Frowning the yongin' crinkles up her nose taking a seat. " what's this?" Her mother sniffles and shook her head she was of course happy but wished her daughter would partake in womanly things instead , inside the box was a halter. Her daddy was outside holding a horse by the reins. Taking the box she would wiggle the lid open , her chest pumped as she saw the contents grasping it and rushing out the door, her mother watched from inside the house, the girl was practically stumbling as she found her dad outside a large horse next to him. " Pa!" General description ~ — Dandelion is outspoken, you would be lucky to even get a few words from your mouth as she does not take bull crap and can smell it from a mile away. Dandeliom would never go out of her way to be nice to someone as her life was full of punishments and consequences. Her arrogance lets her become a bit cocky at times as she knows what happens or can easily pull a gun. If you do happen to get yourself into her circle of trust she will be open with you and take much care not to hurt your feelings for her father was a compassionate man. Danelion's pet peeves would have to be when people think she is weak or helpless because she is a woman. Also when people ask to ride her horse. Habits would have to be biting her lower lip and biting people's heads off before she gets to know them. A fear of Dandeliom's would have to be failing to find her father's killer, or her mother being killed. Dandelion has never had a true love for she didn't even truly get to experience love yet. This does not mean she is turned off to the idea. ───────────────────────── Good traits ~ Blunt || || Listener || Reserved — one // This trait could easily be a bad trait as well, as Dandelion will always think or say what is on her mind or how she feels about a subject. They are probably the only one who thinks of it as a good trait seeing that it often hurts people's feelings. — two // Dandelion is quiet when it's needed and can really sit and listen to others this helps her get information from others without having to ask for it herself. — three // Dandelion often keeps to herself and is very calm, relaxed when she needs to be. Bad traits :: Impatient || Important|| Unforgiving || Blunt — one // when it is slow moving she gets to be a bit Impatient. — two // Dandelion was raised by a prideful man which she took most of his genes, makes her feel entitled and invencible like no one could harm her. — three // Her mother has instilled in her brain that people never change so if you do something she most likely will take a while to forgive you depending on how bad it is. — four // Dandelion will tell you exactly how it is. Best quality ~ Hands — Dandelion is one of the best gun slingers you will ever lay your hands on, especially being a woman. Worst quality ~ Hair — Dandelion never enjoyed upkeep, of course she would bathe but her hair was normally less important , placed in a braid or just messily spilling from under her hat. Hobbies ~ Shooting || Riding || exploring Habits/quirks ~ fiddling with objects|| biting her lip || picking at items. Dandelion is the small stature of 5'4 her body is lean and broad, her hair is a dirty blonde and long to about the middle of her back thick and full, making it difficult to maintain so often it is in messy waves. Sometimes she will put her hair into braids depending on how she feels. Dandelion does not wear makeup. Her skin is pale and her nose and cheeks hold pin pricked freckles. Dandelion has large doe like eyes, emerald green, averagely set on her face as they are coated with long darker blonde eyelashes. Her eyebrows a deep blonde , like her hair as they are of normal thickness. Upon inspection you could see the small pin pricked freckles that caressed her shoulders and knees. Her fingers were long and nimble. Her posture was slumped and ridged from learned habits. Dandelion normally wears a blouse and trousers, Most of their clothes are monochromatic, and the brown and cream scale. Dandelion often would wear a cowboy hat and holster that held great emotional significance. Dandelion is mentally unstable with herself as her need to know deteriates any friendships she comes along. Her physical health on the other hand is decemt she often eats, hunting small game when she's on the road and buying from markets in town. Her riding skills also make her much faster than anyone on foot. Sleeping is something she needs a decent amount of if she goes for too long she can easily become mentally unstable, getting irritable and simply angry easier. Mother ~ 48 || status ~ Alive — April West — physical description // April held deep set blue eyes as she had long blonde hair and a pale complexion. — personality // April was very strict in rules and held a strong bias about her daughter acting more like a woman. Very meek and quiet. — relationship // April was a very caring mother she was the typical house wife who followed orders from the man of the house which often caused her to butt heads with her wild spirited tomboy daughter. Father :: 49|| status ~ Dead — Sam West — physical description // Sam had strong sharp features and dark brown hair with pale green eyes. — personality // demanded respect, very stubborn and was followed by many. — relationship // Was caring for her as a child, she was his little princess that liked the dirt. |
