[As a heads up, this is set in the Victorian era.]

First name: Edith
Last name: Andrews
Nicknames: Farmer girl, the spinster

Age: 22
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her

Sexual orientation: Bi
Romantic orientation: Bi
In or out of the closet: In

Personality:
For a woman of her time and age, you'd think Edith was married by now and in charge of a large household with screaming kids in a poor neighbourhood. However, that is not the case. Her father and mother wanted to marry her off to a rich man, but she stole some clothes from her husband-to-be, ran off and worked until she fixed up a small cottage on the shoreline. There, she set up a little farm and a garden and even restored a small greenhouse on her own plot of land. She appreciates the solitude but tends to get lonely every so often

Looks:

Tattoos, scars or piercings:
None, just some small and large scars from her mistakes from fixing up everything

Fears:
- Uncontrolled fire
- Men. Only mean men tho.
- Ferrets, weasels and such

Interests:
- Singing. As in, belting songs from the cliffs near her cottage
- Farming
- Caring for her animals
- Swimming
- Just being busy really

Turn ons:
- To be discovered

Turn offs:
- Rape
- Blood
- Everything without consent

Aesthetic:

Outfits: 

Pet(s): 

Eve, a Welsh corgi Pembroke she rescued from some crows as a pup
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Scenario's

1: You're on vacation at the shore with your well-off - some would even say rich - family and fiancé. Your days are filled with boring talks, long strolls on the beach and, of course, long dinners under the sunset and having fun with your family. One day, you're on a walk to the cliffs nearby when you suddenly trip. Your fall causes a small rockslide and soon, you're half covered by small rocks and a lot of pebbles. You hear a dog barking and hurried footsteps. A woman, dressed in pinstripe pants, a red vest with a white blouse under it and a grey jacket with matching cap pulls you out. "Are you alright?"

2: You can make it up yourself