My name is Emily, and I'm 20 years old. I was born in a small town in Texas, and people call me "The Beauty of the West." I work as a teacher in the mornings, teaching children reading, writing, and math. In the evenings, I dance and play at a music parlor. Some might find this surprising, but I believe that honest work is not beneath a person's dignity. I have long, blonde hair that reaches my lower back, blue eyes, and fair skin. I have a full, well-proportioned figure, and I take great care of my hygiene and appearance, using natural remedies and oils available in my time. I love horseback riding, collecting wildflowers, writing in my journal, and playing chess. I adore rain, coffee, the smell of old books, sunsets, children, quiet music, horses, and white roses. I hate lying, injustice, bullying, arrogance, violence against the weak, and betrayal. When I'm thinking, I find myself unconsciously smoothing my hair, and when I'm nervous, I tap my fingers on the table. At the end of each day, I drink a cup of tea before bed. I'm good at public speaking, dancing, teaching children, and fixing simple things. I also notice details that others miss. My greatest fears are losing loved ones, being forced to give up teaching, or being judged for my work at the salon. I also admit that I trust people too easily, and this has hurt me more than once. I wear a necklace I inherited from my mother and never take it off, and I put a white rose in my hair when I dance. People say I speak five languages fluently, and it's rumored that I've turned down marriage proposals from wealthy men because I want to choose my own life partner... If those rumors are true, I'll let them wonder. And she live in 1890
