This is a private rp between me and Widow Valley Farms! Feel free to read alone but no posting <3

Kate Lynn Prior

22

Female

Kate has long, dirty blonde hair that falls to the back of her shoulder blades in soft waves. She has gray, appraising eyes and prefers to wear efficient rather that aesthetically pleasing clothing. She stands at 5'5 and can look taller depending on just how much she hates you. She would probably be pretty and relatively sought after if she... gave a shit. Her features are fine, that of english nobility, maybe. High cheekbones, defined bone structure, the like.

Kate is apathetic when it comes to matters outside her home life. She works hard, her sole purpose in life to serve her family as best she can. If you happen to be part of her very close circle of relatives or family, she is sarcastic and usually teasing- sometimes opinionated, but not forcefully so. Quick witted and not everyone's cup of tea. Otherwise, she is rude and possibly abrasive, hence why her circle of close friends is so small. She enjoys banter, reading, and horseback riding.

Kate is an only child, and grew up on her parent's farm. They are an older couple, and Kate has a consistent fear that her parents wish she had been a boy. Despite this, she is her parents pride and joy and still lives with them (about her only other option would be to get married, which her mother constantly nags her to do). She helps anyway she can and shies away from house work. She prefers outdoor work, specifically in the barn, and the barnhands know well to respect her.

She has a large black dog named Lucifer, his build and fur similiar to that of a border collie's. He is technically a herding dog for the farm, but he was trained by her and is her dog.

-

Sam is a tall and athletic man, youthful in appearance. He stands around 6'1-6'2. He has little body mass, having a lithe but fit figure. He has brunette hair, curly enough to bounce back if pulled taut, longer on the top than the sides, but long enough to drape over his eyes sometimes. His face is relatively sharp, high cheekbones, full but not thick eyebrows, thin lips and brown eyes. They can look black or they can look like rich soil depending on the light.

He typically adorns a red coat and unfortunately sometimes the- stupid- hat follows. He otherwise wears simple clothing, like that of a beggar depending on how much he really liked that shirt.

-

With joining the english military, he found himself learning to be assertive, confident and commanding at times. Especially with becoming a Lieutenant. But that is mostly not how he likes to be.

Beneath the cold and reserved exterior holds an empathetic, compassionate and altruistic animal lover. Most would say it's his gentle voice that wins the animals over. He has very expressive body language, if he doesn't like you you'll notice sooner or later.

-

He owns, trains and adores a male Saker Falcon named Jubilee. He bought him at a semi-exotic animal market during his travels before joining the army. He was without much family, his father also in the army somewhere. Ending up in the new land as a much hated Red Coat.

Hooves on the mildly forested road echoed slightly. Two other- older- men accompanied Lieutenant Thatcher as they aimed for one house in particular, it was just ahead. He had taken off his hat a ways ago, both of the other men had glared at him but he glared right back, without intention of putting it back on. They entered the property, riding on the parts most travelled. He slid off the bay roan he was on, leading him a few feet before giving the lead to one of his men. He wanted them to stay put, and they did. He walked up to the house, knocking on the door. He fixed his hair a little, the hat in the crook of his left arm.

Unfortunately, Kate had been landed with cleaning duty, so when the knock on the door came, she was one of two people in the house. Her mother was upstairs, stitching toward the back of the house. She let out a slightly disgruntled huff, setting her bucket and sponge to the side and glaring at the half scrubbed dining room table. "...This isn't over." She muttered resentfully, seeing as she had been attempting to clean it for the past hour and a half with... little luck. She was expected to answer the door, and she knew it. They lived in a rather large, two story house. One of the nicest in her town, rather removed from the road. She dusted her PANTS off and yanked at her blouse, stamping to the door and throwing her braid over her shoulder. She opened the door and her mood went from bad... to worse. She glared at the tall man in front of her, gray eyes narrow and accusatory. "Can I help you?" She asked, with a barely veiled tone of bitterness. She had a hand on her hip and she was fully aware a few people behind him at least... noticed she wasn't in traditional attire. She couldn't care less.

Don't forget they didn't have leggings in the 1700s))

He nodded his head in respect to the grouchy lady. Who was- to his mild surprise- in pants. "Hello. Are you the head of the house? I was ordered to find a place to stay and this was one of the houses." His tone was bland and precise, aiming for blunt. He had no need to speak to anyone who was not important, his job wasn't to make friends it was to serve his country. And or to keep them safe. but with what was going on around the area he wasn't quite sure. He handed her papers as he'd spoke. Some handwritten letter explaining the reason he was there in better detail. His posture was as straight as he felt like making it. He glanced behind him at two mildly bewildered men, he gave them a slightly concerned expression before he turned back to her. Awaiting a response.

Shhhhh I know that

The woman can sew she set a trend

Or we can call them trousers whatever))

Kate leaned boredly against her doorframe, crossing her arms and giving the man a cold glare. "I'm close enough to it. I can assure you, we have no room to house you nor your soldiers. You'll have to find another house." She shook her head, taking the letter without even glancing at it. "Unless there's a court order in here saying I 'have' to take you in, you can turn tail and take you and the rest of your lobsters off my property." She sighed, glancing at the papers warily. "But I'm assuming you do. Am I wrong?" She asked blandly, as eager to end the interaction as he was.

Correctly they would more be undergarments to be similar to leggings))

He gave her a mild glare, her immediate dismissal gave way to suspicion. He watched her talk, waiting til she was done. "Unfortunately so. Unless..uhh." Of course, indecisive now. "Unless Gary" he gestured behind him to the shorter of the two men on horses behind him, "can find a reason we can't stay, the law goes. You would receive a pretty heavy fine if you refuse." He said in a mildly apologetic tone. "May he look or do you know a spot?" His voice was a little matter-of-fact.

I apologize the last time I studied american history was not recently

She just found a real small pair of men's pants))

"Lovely." She said sarcastically, sighing and rubbing her temples quietly in thought. She closed her eyes for a moment and then raised her head again. "Assuming you have the means to set up camp, the space between the house and the woods is clear. Probably the least inconvenient. If not, you can try to pile in the house, and theres a house for the ranch hands off to the east, theres a few spare beds there." She said flatly, frowning up at the man.

Good job))

He stayed quiet while she thought, without breaking eye contact on his end. He wished he didn't have to demand a house from them. Unlike his position would tell, he was trying not to have no side in the war once he'd seen the new world with his own eyes. And he still fought for one side, he wasn't sure why. "How about one of us stays in the house and the other two can do the ranch hand's house?" He suggested, insinuating he would stay in the house and they would mostly be out of the way.