Eumelia, Zosime Desdemona

[Zosime Eumelia]

Zosime -- Desdemona -- Eumelia !

BASICS...

Face Claim: Alison Lohman
Full Name: Zosime Desdemona Eumelia
Nicknames: Zo, Dessy, Mona, and Meli
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'2''
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Goal at AEA: In all honesty, despite her vast intelligence, like most teenagers, not all, she doesn't know what she wants to do. She does know three things. One, she wants to excel academically. Two, she does want romance, but she won't go looking for it. Three, despite the fact she is rather sweet, she refuses to associate herself with people that seem to make it their life mission to ruin her academic experience. There is another thing as well, but she doesn't view it as being necessarily essential to her time spent at AEA. She simply wants to become independent.

Five Likes:

• Academic prowess
  
• Reading
  
• Writing
  
• Country music
  
• Exercising
  

Five Dislikes:

• Stupidity
  
• Immorality
  
• Excuses
  
• Animal cruelty in any form
  
• Phony people who only want another point for their résumé
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents: John and Belle Eumelia
Siblings: Zeb Eumelia
Other: ---
Riding History: Born and raised on a ranch, she grew up around horses. Always the first one up and the last one to crawl into bed, no matter the circumstances, her family simply couldn't keep her away from the elegant creatures that seemed to treat their youngest child like one of their own. It was the family joke that she was a horse whisperer with the way she tip-toed around them and was able to get them to do about anything she asked them to do. When it came to riding, however, no matter the style of riding, she chose, whether it be English, bareback, or Western, she seemed to have been born for it. She had the natural posture and the good head on her shoulders to boot. For her, horses had been more important than people. I mean..come on, how many people don't judge you, let you ride them, and put up with you sobbing against their neck?

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: Seventeen
Years RPing: Five
RL Horse Experience: I rode horses when I was ten, but we haven't had the money since, but I haven't lost my touch (conceited much?) and if there's something I simply can't grasp, I'm like any other person. BING!..-Cough-Google-Cough-
Example Post:

The young woman shoved the man forward and into the jail. He had his legs partially free, although she had made sure that he wouldn't be able to use them in the near future as a weapon of any sort. She had walked him a ways, and she was now going to collect her pay for the man. Her gun was pressed to the small of his back, urging him forward. She tuned into the clatter of her boots against the floorboards while making sure that her hat hid her pale eyes from view. "Keep it moving, boy." She growled under her breath, placing her finger upon the trigger of her gun.

She wasn't in the best of moods which meant that unless he had a death wish, he better keep moving. She wasn't afraid to put a bullet in his back and leave without the bounty. She had done it before and as far as she was concerned, she thought she did everybody a favor. No arrangements to be made, no money to shell out, and the perp wouldn't need to worry about feeling the noose cutting off his air supply. Well..correction, everybody won but her. She ended up without the bounty or any form of pay for the trouble she had gone through to track the bastard down, tussle with him, and drag him with her to the nearest town. She couldn't afford a horse just yet so she walked wherever she needed to go..outlaw or no.

When she wanted something, she wasn't afraid to go to insane lengths in order to obtain it. She wasn't a stranger to murder, death, conflict, or general situations that could be described as unfortunate. She sighed quietly and bit down gently on her lower lip, stopping her movement and the outlaw's as she neared the desk. "Here." Her voice was rather gruff as she adjusted her hat and shoved the man toward the desk. With a deft movement, she holstered her gun and brought a tooth pick to her lips. She wasn't necessarily the patient type.

Her figure was drowned in the clothing that had once belonged to her father so it was near impossible to tell she was a woman, unless one looked rather closely at her. Most didn't exactly approve of a pretty girl having such a dangerous occupation. What could she say? It was in her blood. Her mother was a rebel, and so was she. She didn't take into account what others said. Opinions didn't matter, and she wasn't one for following rules.

[[ADMIN RILEY]]

ACCEPTED.

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