Boarding_House

Howdy Pardners, I would like to introduce myself to ya. I'm the owner of Destiny's Boarding House & Baths. Please tour my wonderful establishment as often as you please. If you plan on staying in town for a lengthly amount of time then check into the boarding house. There's fair prices, and it's like home away from home.
Name: Destiny Jones Age: 25 (December 24, 1934) Description: She’s slim but athletic, 5’ 10", blonde hair, grey eyes, very attractive, and outspoken. Father: Peter Alan Jones Grandmother: Delilah Barker Jones Grandfather: Steven Jones Mother: Christina Pertone Jones Grandmother: Allison Peters Pertone Grandfather: Derek Pertone Summary: She’s a very attractive young woman who was raped by a family friend when she was a teenager, but she couldn’t bear to give up the child that resulted from her attack. Since then she has spent her life allowing people to treat her like some sort of loose woman, in preference to letting her baby know the truth of her conception. She has moved to Dreamville after being chased from the last town by the town puritans. She is very distrusting on men with good reason and loves her daughter very much. Love Interest: None too busy running the boarding house.
Now I would like to introduce you to my very sweet little daughter. She's very shy until she gets to know you more.
Name: Jemima Jones Age: 9 (February 14, 1951) Description: She’s a tiny petite girl with waist length blonde curls and smiling blue eyes, but she’s painfully shy. Father: Unknown Grandmother: Unknown Grandfather: Unknown Mother: Destiny Jones Grandmother: Delilah Barker Jones Grandfather: Steven Jones Summary: Jemima can’t understand why people are always being so nasty to her mummy. The people in the other towns have frightened her but they seem to be different here. She and her new friend Erin seem to always be in trouble in school for talking. Love Interest: her mum – what are boys anyway?
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I would like for you to meet one of our occupants. She can tell you how nice it is to live here!
Name: Desiree Monique Leconte (Shining Dove) Age: 22 (August 1, 1837) Description: She’s part Native American and Cherokee, long black hair, dark brown almost black eyes, slender figure, and has been able to pass her coloring off as eastern European. She’s quite and sometimes reserved but has the voice of an angel and is often called on to sing in the saloon. Father: Wild Fox – Cherokee Brave Grandmother: Unknown Grandfather: Unknown Mother: Jacqueline Desiree Leconte Grandmother: Monique Jacqueline Contage Leconte Grandfather: Pierre Leconte Summary: Her mother was captured by a Cherokee brave and Desiree was born almost twelve months later. When Desiree was 17 she was rescued by soldiers, but her mother and younger brother were killed in the rescue. Her maternal grandfather a French trapper took her in and they moved from town to town trying to escape the Indian ridicule. When her grand- father died last year she decided to move to this new town and use her European heritage to partially explain her coloring. She will never forget or regret growing up as an Indian, but now she must survive in the white world and is determined that she will survive. Love Interests: She doesn’t really have any but is drawn to Buck. She’s trying to discover how he copes with the townsfolk knowing he is Indian.	Name: Sidney Lynette Banks Age: 19 (Oct. 8, 1840) Description: She has long, wavy blonde hair; big brown eyes. She’s a southern girl. She’s tough, but small with a good figure. She has very pretty features, good shot with a gun, and she’s a good fighter and very stubborn. Parents: Deceased Sisters: Two Siblings Deceased Summary: Mother died giving birth to Sidney’s younger sister. Two older brothers died in the South, killed because they were abolitionists. Father moved the two girls to a prosperous horse ranch he bought in Denver to escape the memories. Her Father and older sister were killed by vengeful men, over a disagreement centered around Sidney. She inherited all the money from the ranch, took it and went wandering to find a new place to live, a place to start over. She landed in Dreamville. She just got into town and knows no one. She has no occupation yet, and does not need one any time soon. She has plenty of money for now from her father's ranch. Love Interest: None yet- there will be one, I'm sure, soon as she meets him.
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INTRODUCING DESTINY!
When Destiny was 15, she was a very rebellious girl, the only daughter of a wealthy Richmond businessman and his fragile wife, she fought against the genteel life they had moulded for her. This was the start of her problems. Her rebellious nature was preyed upon by a close family friend, who took her innocence against her will, on the night of her fifteenth birthday party. Bewildered by the abuse of her trust, she had no idea who to turn to. When she tried to tell her mother, she was fobbed off as speaking nonsense and trying to slander the good name of an upstanding friend. Her confusion was compounded even further when she found that she was expecting a child. Knowing that she could never give a child she had borne up for adoption she took what little money she could find in her fathers office and ran away from home. She drifted from town to town, working as a cleaner or waitress whenever she could, moving on whenever the townsfolk found out her shameful secret. When her baby was born, she knew that she would never love another person like she loved tiny Jemima, but she also knew that the hatred of the townspeople for her supposed bad reputation was harmful to her daughter, so she resumed moving from town to town, saving whatever money she could. When she reached Dreamville in November she had saved enough money to build a reasonably sized boarding house and bath establishment. Several of the townsfolk had moved into the boarding house straight after it opened and she had built quite a solid friendship with Rachel Dunne from the pony express station. She hoped that she could have a happy life here with her beautiful daughter, on the condition that no-one discovered that she wasn’t really a widow as she would have people believe. She liked it in this town and running her own business but if it shielded her baby from the truth of her conception she would move on in a heartbeat if the townsfolk scorned her the way many others before her had.
INTRODUCING JEMIMA!
Jemima is every inch the sheltered young girl here mother wants her to be. She is almost painfully shy, clinging to her mother and becoming distressed whenever strangers talk to her. It is not how her mother really wants her to be but she cant help but react to her mother’s insecurities in the same way. She is a pretty little girl that looks almost like a porcelain doll, 4’ 7" tall with translucent skin and white blonde hair that hangs in natural ringlets to her waist. She misses having a father, but her mother had told her what a good and honorable man her father had been before he was killed. So she was proud of her father’s memory and would defend him to anyone who said bad things about her mummy or about her lack of a father, despite the fact that she had never known him. She tried as much as she could to help her mother around the boarding house, but she knew her help wasn’t enough. She did the best she could to help with the jobs that she could. She milked and fed their cow and collected the eggs before she went to school and helped to maintain the vegetable garden after school. She knew it wasn’t much but it was the best she could do. She did her best to make her mother proud of her at school too, studying hard and trying not to be distracted when she and her best friend Erin would talk in class.
INTRODUCING DESIREE!
Until Five years ago Desiree had a simple life. She lived in a small Cherokee encampment with her mother Jacqueline Leconte, a white woman, who had been sold as a white slave to the Cherokees by another tribe three years before Desiree’s birth. Desiree was known to her Indian family as Shining Dove. Shortly after Jacqueline had found herself in the new camp, she realized that it was possible to make the best of a bad situation, when she feel in love with one of the braves Wild Fox. Wild Fox, a brave and noble warrior, returned her feelings and took her as his bride giving her the Indian name of Desert Flower, her beauty he said reminding him of a fragile desert flower. They had a happy union, Desert Flower bearing three children their only daughter Shining Dove, and two boys Standing Bear and Running Fox. Desert Flower worked hard to be accepted by all in the tribe and soon became one of them, accepted by all despite her white heritage. Even though she was now happy and content to be part of the tribe, no longer fighting to find a way to be rescued, she instilled as much knowledge into her daughter as she could. Teaching her both the French and English language and teaching her as much as she could remember of the ways of her forebears. When Shining Dove was 17, she was living happily in the camp tending to her own home and helping her mother to care for her two younger brothers whilst her husband, father and the men of warrior age were away hunting, when their encampment was found by a detachment of Cavalry soldiers. The young teenage boys and the old men who had been left to guard the encampment fired on the soldiers and they rode into the camp fearing them to be as evil as they had been told. The soldiers believing themselves to be under attack by hostile braves, opened fire on the camp. Shining Dove watched, her eyes filled with the horror that was unfolding around her, helplessly frozen by fear and a lack of comprehension of what was happening to the spot as two of the tribal elders were killed, and the people she knew as her extended family fell around her. Spurred into action she scooped her 6-year-old brother from the ground where he stood watching the events unfolding around him with horror, and ran towards her mother. Knowing that her mother would know how to save them from the bluecoats. Finding Desert flower with her youngest brother, she sobbed as her mother pulled all three of them into her embrace hidden from view of the soldiers by the tipi. "Shining Dove" she held her daughter’s face in her hands "If anything should happen to me, go with the soldiers. Do not tell them of your father. Do not speak Cherokee to them. You have been captive here since you were a small child. Do not tell them about your husband" She saw the pain and confusion in her daughters eyes "Please my daughter, please do this for me. If they know of your true life you will be scorned by many." She hugged her close and then looked back into her eyes, "Save yourself my darling and live the life I always dreamed for you to have." Shining Dove could feel the tears trickling down her face but nodded her reluctant agreement to her mother. Trusting her daughter’s agreement she knelt in front of both her boys, and spoke to them, "Standing Bear, Running Fox," she said softly to the bewildered 4 and 6 year olds. "I want you to stay in the tipi and cover yourself with furs, and don’t come out until your father comes for you." She pushed them through the flap into their home. Then turning to her daughter she said quickly as she heard the soldiers coming closer to them, "Go my daughter, hide down in the rushes by the creek and only come out when you hear it is safe. No matter what you see or hear do not come out." She placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Remember what I have taught you, and if I am taken to the spirit world remember me in your songs." She pushed her daughter towards the creek, before turning and entering her tipi to sit calmly before her campfire and await her fate. Shining Dove watched in horror as the tipi’s in the village were set alight, not even being checked for inhabitants, her mother and brothers being incinerated in the blaze. Shining Dove crouched in the creek bed for what seemed like hours, the pain of losing hr family too much for her to bear. Finally the sound of more soldiers arriving drew her from her silent mourning. She listened to the language she had only heard spoken by her mother, but she understood most of what was being said. The new soldiers angrily berating the earlier soldiers for the carnage they had inflicted. Feeling that she would be safe with the new soldiers, she carefully stood and walked calmly, tears in her eyes, to the center of the camp, revealing herself to the men who murdered her mother and siblings. Walking proudly to the man who had been yelling at the first soldiers, her chin high in the air, she spoke clearly and forcefully. "Sir!" she acknowledge him not knowing his name, "I have been a captive in this camp since I was a small child. I wish to return to my true people." She was proud of the fact that her voice did not catch when she spoke of her true people. "We will take you back to civilization miss." He paused not sure how to continue. "They haven’t hurt you have they?" he watched her reactions carefully. "No sir, they have treated me very well. I just want to go home." Desiree turned away from him and cast her teary gaze one final time over the charred remains of what had been her home, then turned back to the soldiers and awaited their departure. That was five years ago, for five years she had traveled from town to town, passing her dark sultry Indian looks off as her mothers European bloodlines. Never making friends, never getting too close to people. Usually working as a bargirl and singer in the town saloons. Moving on as soon as anyone realized exactly where her roots lay. She had found the town of Dreamville, on the day she had taken as her birthday August 1, 1859. When she stepped of the stage the first thing she noticed was a very attractive man sitting outside the Marshall’s office, laughing and obviously sharing a joke with him. The thing that caught her attention was the fact the young man was quite obviously at least part Indian. Walking up to the hotel to register for a room, she noticed the help wanted sign in the Saloon window. Smiling softly to herself as she climbed the stairs, she realized that this town might be the place where she could finally allow herself to make friends and a home. Hoping against hope that this town would accept her, for who she was, not what she was.
INTRODUCING SIDNEY!
Sidney was still in shock. Everything had settled down, but she still felt lost in Denver. There were too many memories there. The funerals were over and her remaining family was in the ground, but Sidney felt the presence of her father and sister everywhere. The house was full of their images, and she knew she had to get away. She knew where she would go, Dreamville. Her sister's friend had recently written them about Dreamville. It was a new town that had sprung up near hers, and she said it was very nice. The sooner Sidney got out of Denver, the better. She'd go crazy if she stayed. She would go to Dreamville and start over, alone. She went to the bank and pulled all the money out of her father's accounts. Sidney left instructions with the bank manager to sell off the ranch and send the money to her in Dreamville. He was a close friend of the family and was sorry to see her go, but he understood. She didn't even care how much she got. She wanted nothing more to do with it. Sidney took her horse (a grey stallion), her dog, some clothes and provisions from the house, and a few keepsakes, and headed out for Dreamville. Sidney pulled into Dreamville. It had been a long, hard ride; and she just wanted to find some place to rest. Preferably some place with a soft bed. She sat atop her horse and sighed. She didn't really want to talk to anyone on the street. But, she supposed she had no choice, if she were to find out if there was a boarding house nearby. She tied the horse off and looked around. She decided the safest place to try would be the sheriff’s office. She'd seen it down the street. She walked that way, her dog close behind at her feet.