Twenty Two // Female // Wild Child // Stubborn
A slender being with wild waves within the folds of her hair, tall and elegant, yet with scars along her body. Her shoulder marked slightly from the blade of a loved one. Scars along legs, arms, back from rough and foul play while growing to the woman she is now. Mental bruising from past memories of her father, and mental scars of attacks and images from the life she stole from this planet. A beautiful smile, a genuine and an attractive smirk, but soft eyes and a sweet aura. Almost easily angered, wild, outgoing, and not so easily persuaded. Lips that have not inhabit from any known relatives, but humor of those around her. Habits consist of kissing her other half, drinking, quick to remark, fights and running wild with the horses.
She fears not of the night, but of the images that haunt her. She fears not of dirt, but the filth that follows from her past.
- Sarcastic Tones
- Loving
- Daring
- Kind Hearted
- Dangerous
- Warm
- Wise
- Spiteful
- Intuitive
- Frustraiting
- Quiet
- Loud
Truck work, handy with the big boy toys, yet gentle enough to soothe the body with a massage and a special hot chocolate. Cooking, nothing too fancy but intriguing enough for a girl in jeans and a tee. Fighting, although keen to admit it, quite good. Good ole humor, quick on her toes in silly comments, just to bring out that smile. This young woman will go far and beyond, to ensure the safety of loved ones, and make sure they are happy and well. She has intelligence, not of math and science, but of safety and survival.
"I ain't no lady, wanna try that again?" "We really gonna have this conversation?" "Forget the golden rule about hitting a woman, I'll let you have the first swing." "'Stay', is for telling a dog to sit and stay put, I may act like a damn animal, but don't treat me like a dog."
- Abuse, both physical and mental.
- Fear
- Abandonment
- Nightmares
- Insomnia
- Questions, unanswered.
Back before when the legalization of alcohol was prohibited, it was like a war zone in itself. Before and after being sent away to boarding school, Enna Lynn was always found stubborn. Usually, more than the next person. At times, it'd get out of hand, but she wasn't able to help herself. It just happened. She used to be distant, more wary of people getting close to her and disappearing, for it happened a lot with her growing up. Her mother died, her father...well the town's sheriff was killed by his own daughter, due to some tragic circumstances. But, slowly and surely, she became more of an open book, the more time she spent with the Johnson's. Enna Lynn is a lively, kindhearted, sweet and protective girl, a loving, warm and caring young woman. However, there's more to her than the sweet side. She's got a spicy tongue, she has no fear in taking the first swing, be it woman or man. Even after returning from school, jeans and t-shirts with a pair of cowboy boots is something she'd favor over dresses, what she believes should be burned on sight.
Family. Oh a term she enjoys but over the years, the meaning changed. First, her family was just a mother and father.. but then it was Maggie and her older brothers. Coran. A first love, but that ended when he left. Michael, who treated her like a child, just like Forrest and Kaiden (Who, might I add, is not of the Johnson clan, but practically a part of the family). Maggie was just her rock. But now, for three years, a Pate had intertwined himself into her family line. She fell in love with a Pate brother, who knew? Samuel Pate, Maggie and Forest Johnson, and Kaiden is all that she could ever consider family. And little Gerty Coster.
Before the law was lifted, Enna worked the stables of an older woman. After some time, she had passed away but left her home to Enna and Samuel. The two had moved in after the family vacation, in hopes to start anew. Now that the prohibition has been lifted, old habits do die hard. If she's not at home, spending time with Sammy, then she's at the J&J, helping with the distributing of alcohol and wasting time sitting on the counter, (more than likely, sipping some of her hot chocolate).
"And as they say...the story ends here. (For now)."
