Name:Kathryn Elizabeth Gamble
Age:24
Occupation:Saloon Girl
Appearance:A smokey eyed temptress. Her raven hair is as dark as her heart, and sweet promises glitter behind an emerald gaze that burns with seduction. Such promises will forever be unkept. Men look upon her body as a curvaceous temple of desire, inspiring their lust with the most effortless of motion. She may be slight of stature, but adeptly hidden is size of mind, hidden behind fair skin and the distraction of long legs. There can be no doubt that she too has the voice of an angel, moving hardened men to tears during dark and lonely nights... but, a cautious man is wise. The Devil often hides behind spellbinding beauty.
Personality:Elusive as the wind drifting through a clenched fist. Kathryn's mind is her own, and always her own. No man, or woman, shall ever enter past the gates of her spirit to understand the truths she keeps strictly locked. The door is closed, but mystery is welcomed.
Despite her distance, the lady of loose morals does not shy from conversation. On the contrary, conversation is her home, her kingdom, and her safe haven. It is land she owns without deed or title, territory that Kathryn knows like the hills and rivers of her Georgia homeland. The intimate secrets of desire, want, and dreams; she knows them. She knows their shape, and their form. Like a practiced musician, she plucks the chords at will. Sometimes kindly. Sometimes with malice. But, most often she does so in order to get what she wants.
Intimate with the tongue, and a stranger of the heart. A man never knows Kathryn, not truly.
Bio:There was not a man who did not desire her, and there was not a woman who did not wish to be her.
Kathryn Gamble was the youngest daughter born into the Gamble family, and she was also the favorite. The reasons why were self-evident. She was beautiful beyond compare, as graceful as God intended women to be, and blessed with conversational skill that made her the delight of high society. In every manner, Kathryn was the true image of a Southern Belle. It was her destiny to live a good, long, and happy life.
Destiny, however, is not always agreeable.
When the Northern Aggressors burned their way south during the last years of the war, Kathryn's Georgian home was among the many that turned to ash. Her parents were killed, and she became separated from her sisters. Whatever wealth and status that she once had was as much rubble as her lavish estate. Death and loss was not all that scarred the young woman. The absence of her wealth, and her wealth alone would have been a kindness...
A soldier's touch is not remembered fondly.
In desperate straits, a woman of pleasant looks turns to the darker side of living. It was not so bad, or so she would say. Just men. Men she could predict. Men she could handle, and use. Sometimes, Kathryn felt as though life in a saloon was akin to life at an extravagant party. This time, though, there was less class and proper attire. It was what it was, and what it was was money for her purse.
When she acquired enough, Kathryn turned west with an eye on the promise of gold. She took residence in Ashfork, and went back to her Saloon ways. There were men of interest there, and men of means. Perhaps, with their help, the Gamble name would mean something again.
But first, Kathryn needed them in order to stay alive.
