Name: Freesia IridaceNick Name:
Heterosexual Marital Status:
(In signature) Ons -
Strong, confident men. A man that takes charge in bed. Punishment. Offs –
Men that are overly controlling out of bed. Scat or urine play, orgies, threesomes or more.Skills:
Chemistry M.S, Minor in Botany, Decent violinist, decent gardener, macramé and crochet hobbyist, swimming hobbyist, hobbyist archer.Appearance:
More frequently than not Esia is described as ‘fluffy’ in build, or ‘curvy’. She’s all about that base, a cello shaped swell of bodacious curves befitting a time where her abundant assets were much more desired. Unfortunately many refer to her with less kind words. The woman has a gorgeous mane of raven black hair that cascades past her shoulders in luscious waves. High cheek bones and plush lips create a lovely face, but the true beauty lie in her eyes. Blue hazel hues paint gaia in her eyes. Height:
150lbs-ish Body Type:
Curvy, busty, hippy, fluffy.Personality:
Esia is a hardcore vegetarian despite what her weight might say otherwise. Not only does she refuse to eat anything that requires the death of an animal she likewise refuses to wear anything that begs the same. It is due to this that she has taken up macramé and crocheting and is well known for sitting on her lonesome just putting together her own clothing. Esia is fun loving and witty, loves the arts and anything that involves a fictional world for her to escape. She is often seen tending to her
on auto pilot – lost in another day dream. History:
For as innocent and sweet as children can be they can likewise be incredibly cruel and blunt. Not only did Freesia have a name she absolutely hated and got her made fun of on a daily basis, she was also always somewhat plump. Combine these with her impoverished upbringing and thrifty clothing and she was the favored target of just about every student in her grade. She retained a terrible reputation since kindergarten when she defended a handicapped boy in her class named Richard from bullies that made fun of him because he was terribly bow legged and walked awkwardly. Unfortunately she came from a violent home life and instantly resorted to violence and since then had only Richard to call her friend.
In third grade Richard passed away, leaving Esia heart broken. At first she simply fell into depression but as pressure from home and bully persisted at school she shelled up within herself and stopped talking altogether. It wasn’t until highschool that she spoke again, when yet another special boy forced himself into her life. He sat beside her in drama class and simply introduced himself, then asked for the girl’s name who sat behind her and her own – the three became fast friends. He became her absolute best friend and they spent years bringing out the best qualities in each other until circumstances of growing up pulled them a part. Years later they recontacted one another and both felt the other was the reason for the destruction of their shy and timid ways – much to their amusement.
While she flunked out of highschool she was the fastest in her state to attain her GED and Underage Waiver. For a while she struggled but she managed to pull off college with a pell grant and a few loans and even eventually went to University. She graduated with a master’s degree in Chemistry and an Associates in Botany, all of which were a part of her plan to purchase a cottage in the mountains and live as a hermit away from the harsh realities of life. Starting Equipment:
Everything that is usually in someone's apartment. Fertilizer, gardening supplies, plant food, lots of yarn and threads for her hobbies. Plenty of herbs and vegetation, flowers, homemade tea mixtures, seeds. A modern composite bow, a modern recurve bow, a quiver, a couple dozen aluminum arrows. Clothes, mason jars, homemade jams, jellys and marmalades. Home jarred pickled vegetables. A little sea weed garden. etc etcOther Notes:
Does not speak of her parents or her home life and always finds a way to change the subject when someone inquires on the subject. She also has a big, dopey, lovable, protective black Labrador mutt named Blackie she absolutely adores and is rarely ever seen without.