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[Evangeline Redwood]

”i’ve always known i was born to dominate your sex and avenge my own”

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full name - Evangeline Catherine Georgiana Redwood
aliases - Evie by her father, Evan by her brother
gender - Female
birth date - June 21 of 1852
age - Seventeen, soon eighteen
sexual orientation - Heterosexual
occupation - Debutant, daughter of a horse breeder
member group - Civilian

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height - Five foot, one inch
weight - Around 110 lbs
build - Curvy but petite, she has a woman’s figure with long legs and a short torso.
hair color - Dark chocolate brown
eye color - Dark brown
distinguishing marks or traits - A few small scars from childhood accidents, a line of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and a distinctive Southern drawl

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family members -
Alexander Redwood – father - 57 – former Confederate general, now a horse breeder
Evana Redwood (nee Baptiste – mother – deceased – housewife and debutant
Randall Redwood – brother – 23 – family recluse
hometown - Savannah, Georgia
residence - Large plantation/ranch outside of town
marital status - Single
narrative hsitory -
So you want to know the story of my life? How should I start it?

I guess I could begin with the most basic of things. My full name is Evangeline Catherine Georgiana Redwood. Yes, my father is THE Alexander Redwood, former General for the Confederate Army and infamous horse breeder and trainer. I was born just outside of Savannah on a large, sprawin' plantation as the youngest of two children. My mother, Evana, died in childbirth. She was French, you see, and the French are not known for producin' hearty women. Randall was five years my senior, and my mother had such a rough pregnancy with him and was thought to not be able to have any more children...then I came along.

I was raised in the presence of my father, my brother, and a host of nannies and a governess. I never longed for anythin' and was given the best of all. I fluently speak Latin and French, as well as play the piano, to an exceptional degree I might add. I am currently in the process of learning the cello as well, whenever I find the time to learn. My father was a hard voiced, God fearing man with a bit of a military background, given various medals of honor in the war. But he had left the service when the war ended and the army disbanded to breed and race appendix bred horses, a cross of the traditional racin' thoroughbred and a standard quarter horse.There I learned all I know about horses today, includin' how to ride. My father made sure I knew all I could know about horses. He always said it was an 'embarassment' upon him if he was a well known breeder and had a daughter as empty headed as the animals he bred.

I was ten when Randall was sent away to Military school, as was expected with our father being who he was. I was left at home with Father and the servants to keep us company, keeping myself busy by dabblin' in my father's affairs and helping him keep up the books. After a while, he also allowed my opinions into which mares to breed to which stallions to get the best colts. To say I enjoyed my new past time was an understatement. During this time, I also began to mature into the woman I am today.

I was never particularly tall, and it seemed God deemed it proper of me to grow no taller than five foot and two inches. So I have had to upgrade my personality to overthrow the tiny, stature. I am blessed with a natural hourglass figure, wide hips and a full bust with a tiny waist, a figure that most women have to put themselves in those corsets for. My hair, which had always been a deep chocolate and, rather shapeless, began to curl upwards into my face. Thick lashes grew in to bring attention to the whiskey color of my eyes, and I always play them up to draw away from the god awful square line of my jaw.

I found myself becomin' interested in members of the opposite sex around that time as well, and had plenty of suitors-my age and older- come callin'. I am, and always will be, a flirtatious little thing. However, I have to back up that flirtatiousness with a brash personality and a venomous tongue to keep myself from being taken advantage of. I think that mentality came from being raised around boys. Father never bothered teachin' me to really be a lady and Randall took advantage of every opportunity to tease me. That aspect of my personality was probably what made most suitors only call once, and a select few only call two or three times. But I was perfectly fine with that, to be honest. I have no desire to tie myself down to a man, and I intend to be a spinster and breed horses and flirt for the rest of my life.

However, all of that was put on an immediately hold when Randall got incredibly sick with a fever a year after leavin' home. Father had to go upstate to bring him home, where I spent months at his bedside, helpin' him to recuperate. It took him almost a year to come back to his full physical strength, but his mind was never the same. He was not the same kind, warm-eyed brother I had grown up with. And he became more intent to be around me constantly, at my side or not allowin' me out of his line of vision.

Randall's sudden change in attitude towards me shocked me and well as repelled me. We had been very close a children, but this was somethin' else. If I hadn't known better, I would say that Randall was tryin' to keep other men away from me so he could have me all to himself. He was not the same, bright-eyed boy I had grown up with, and eventually I began drawing away from him. I knew that the fever had addled his brain, but I was frightened, not only for the sudden change in his personality but also for the fact that he was so much larger than I am.

I convinced Papa to send me to a finishin' school in Boston, to get me away from Randall for a while. As much as it killed me to leave home, I hoped that the distance between Randall and I would cause him to focus his lecherous attentions elsewhere. I was relatively happy in Boston, allowed to spend all of my free time in the stables with wonderful, well bred horses. Of course I missed my home, but I was safe there, only forced to be around Randall at long holidays.

I stayed in Boston for six years, coming home on my seventeenth birthday for a formally 'comin' out' party, as well as a celebration of my completion of school. That was right when settlin' became more prominent up in Texas, and Father deemed it a perfect opportunity to expand his breedin' business. I tried to sway his mind, but he was very fixed on his idea and Randall was as well, so I was quickly overrun. I had no desire to leave the pleasant warmth of my Georgia home for the harsh summer winters of Texas but, none the less, I packed up my belongings and made with Father and Randall over to Texas, where I am now...and not exactly happy about it.