Susan was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, a bonna-fide country girl. At 28 years old, this girl was certainly no stranger to the aspects of average country styles. At least she would certainly leave no impression to prove the contrary. Her southern accent and style of speech certainly gave most the idea. Her black hair was often hidden underneath a large stenson hat and when it wasn't, it was usually in pigtails. She also had a farmer's tan over most of her body, appropriate in her line of work. You see, Susan worked in a farm that had been a part of her ever since she founded it when she left college. Pigs, horses, barns, this farm had the whole stockpile. However, there was one thing about the farm that made Susan happier then anything else. Just from her back porch she could see rows upon rows of apple trees cared for lovingly by not only herself but the farmhands she hired. Although....not everyone was merely hired. For another thing that Susan prided herself on was her unnatural ability to weasel her way out of trouble. Whether through her sweet-as-honey voice of promise or a wad of cash in her hand, the cops around town would always glace away. In time, Susan took this a step further, creating an organization that practically ran the town's underworld. Many of the 'hired' hands turned out to be either members of her group or kidnapped locals that were promised life and money if they would just shut up and work. They were all fiercely loyal too, days of conditioning will do that. Susan:Country Belle and Crimelord, a combination few could ever meet.
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