Name: Clara "Blonde" Richardson
Age: 25
Appearance: Standing 1 meter 70. She has long golden blonde hair that cascades down her back or front that is normally tied up in a rough pony tail help together by a piece or wire, string or straw that has been tied around it. She has deep blue eyes that often look you up and down, he cheeks are covered in cute looking freckles that mainly sit under her eyes. When she smiles it lights her face up and shows a ever present mischief in her eyes. She wears a workers shirt that has been tied up in a bunch behind her to stop it from hanging too low and a denim jacket over the top of that. On her legs she has denim trousers and black ankle high boots. On her head she has a black Stetson hat, on her side she has a bull whip used for cattle and horses. 
Personality: Aragont is a great word. She isn't one to sit down and take shit, she prides herself on how she can out ride any and all boys on the ranch. She doesn't expect any special treatment and will spit in your face if you try to give her any, she acts like any boy on the ranch, drinking with them, gambling with them, heck if you impress her she may even go into fucking with them. She can roll with the punches even if she puts herself at risk. 
History: Born and raised in America, California to be exact. She was never into all the dress up, she never wanted a dolls house. Heck when she was born she came out with a hoe in one hand and a trowel in the other. Born to the parents of Charles and Clara Richardson, her mother died in child birth and so was left for the father to take care of her, she had a happy life, her father could never settle down, moving from one job to the next until she arrived at this farm. Her father loved it as there were enough whites here to make any 'Coons a minority that could be handled. They spent 18 years there where she grew up and became a member of the team, any new guys meet her and any old guys know not to hit on her. Aside from that there isn't much to say about her. She hates blacks and anyone not white, messes around with the guys with pranks and so forth that is often dangerous. Given she has had a very southern up bringing she doesn't have a mind as open to blacks or any other race than the northerners do, instead she is very well convinced that as a white human she was some how better than everyone else. Her farm-life also helped her in other ways, growing up around the guns and cyotes you seem to learn alot about shooting very quickly especially as her father was a veteran of the war. She also learnt from a young age to ride horses and some how gained a gift to be able to ride them even if they haven't been broken and tame them by her mere present. 
Speech Color: [color=yellow]Colour[/color]
Traits: Clean Cut, Jokey, Sharpshooter, Reckless, Farmhand, Local, Agile, Racist, Whisperer (Horse's),