Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Hair: Natural blonde; still known to dye streaks on a wild hare.
Eyes: Green
Glasses: No
Build: Hourglass, ie, somewhat slim but also obviously keen on chocolate and carbs.
Complexion: Fair, peachy, freckles when tan.
Scars/tattoos: Sadie got infinity symbols on each of her wrists (before it was overdone), the one on her left wrist is incomplete with the words going up her forearm "break the cycle." No significant scars to mention.
Piercings: Only ever wears jewelry in her lobes and naval, though she has a few other piercings from when she was a teenager (second set in her lobes, industrial, daith, tragus, tongue, and dermals in the dimples of her lower back).
Personality
Sadie is extraordinarily outgoing and hasn't in the entirety of her life ever met anyone that she felt intimidated starting a conversation with. Even if the other person isn't big on talking, she'll fill in the gaps and chatter away until her attention is diverted and she excuses herself. She's one of those neighborly people who will do just about anything for just about anyone. She's nice to a fault and probably way too trusting of people. She can't turn away a desperate stray and is well on her way to becoming the crazy animal lady in town. More than a few folks own pets that she talked them into adopting from her because she had too many and thought they would be good matches.
She is ambitious (not to mention truly ADHD) and likes to have a lot of balls in the air at a time. While this can lead her to feel overwhelmed, she knows she would be bored otherwise. She can be very forgetful and needs lots of reminders, so it's not unusual to see post-it notes all over her home and in her car. People in town also have learned not to get upset if she doesn't remember their name, even if she's known them for years, because for some reason she has a tough time remembering names even if she can tell you exactly what you were wearing the first time she met you.
Sadie is very non-committal when it comes to her love life, which is almost non-existent. She has a difficult time picking up on hints and cues when it comes to men, almost completely oblivious to their advances if they don't just come out and say something. She's never been big on dating, but as the years roll on, she goes out less and less, usually ending things after a few dates. Her mother walked out on her father (and herself) several times and it's led her to have an inadequacy complex and a mild case of abandonment anxiety. Not only is she worried she will be left, she also worries that whatever restless spirit convinced her mother to wander will awaken in her and cause her to abandon her own family should she ever have one.
History
When Sadie was born, the only home her parents could afford to own was a double-wide in a trailer park just outside of New Holland. They talked about upgrading to a small rancher when their financial state improved, but when that didn't seem any closer after a few years, Sadie's mother -- Cynthea Curtis -- decided she wanted out. She packed up her things and left, forgetting to take one very important thing with her: her kid. Sadie gives her father credit for never falling apart, at least never in front of her. He carried on the next day as if his wife had only gone on a weekend getaway, when in reality, it would be four months before either of them heard from her. When she did come back, he welcomed her home without much fuss and from there, a pattern would go on to be established. Cynthea would bail without a word whenever the urge struck her and reappear an indeterminate amount of time later. Upon returns and departures, there were never ceremonies, which Sadie didn't understand at first, but after a few years it seemed normal enough.
Marc Curtis worked at a huge auction yard for livestock, tack, and farm equipment. Sadie could be found there, too, on the weekends and after school. She gravitated toward the horses, offering to groom them for the owners. Frequently, she fell in love and more than once, Marc would be announcing bids rapidfire and suddenly stop. He'd shake his head and sternly say, "no," to his daughter in the back who was trying to bid on an animal that they couldn't afford to keep. She might pout for a few seconds, but then would quickly focus her energy on trying to convince someone else in the crowd to bid -- anything to keep the meatman from winning. Sadie didn't get into much trouble in her youth, but when it came to Joel Harvey -- a meat buyer who stood in the left panel at just about every single auction for as long as anyone could remember -- she was far from a saint. One time, she went as far as slashing his tires. She would have done it again if not for all the grief that her dad had to put up with over it, as Harvey threatened to press charges if he wasn't reimbursed for the damage.
Sadie knew all of the haulers for the auction house and rode shotgun with them on the weekends, delivering horses to their new homes unless no horses had been sold (which was a rarity) in which case she would go on whatever run she felt like. Mr. Harvey usually drove his own rig, but once when it was in the shop, he commissioned the house to bring over his new inventory and Sadie ventured to go along. The experience made her hate the man and the practice even more. After that, her dad disallowed her to go back to the factory again, though it was too late for him to stop her from day dreaming about starting a horse rescue.
Through the auction, she built her own personal network of contacts in the horse world. She charmingly solicited riding lessons from private stable owners in exchange for work and cultivated a good enough rapport with many of them that they trusted her to farm sit when they went away. There were also vendors in the morning who sold their goods from 8am until the live sales started at 10am. Those two hours were always a busy hustle, but after, Sadie would get a chance to talk to them and sometimes help them pack up or take inventory. If they had the time to spare, a few might teach her a little about their trades, such as leather working, blanket repairs, and homeopathic ointments and supplements, to name a few. She even learned how to crochet ear nets with decorative fringes, an event that resulted in one Christmas where almost every horse she knew got either a Santa Claus or Elf themed bonnet. Another Christmas she made oodles of organic horse treats for all her equestrian friends.
After high school, she attended community college and received an agricultural science degree, going on after that to train as an Agricultural Inspector, a job that would keep her in touch with most of the people she met over the years.
At twenty-five, she received a phone call informing her that her father had suffered a debilitating stroke. Since her mother was off and away again, she looked after her dad, moving him into her little apartment. During this time, her mother briefly returned before the pressure of having a dependent husband ran her off again. A year almost to the day after the first, a second stroke claimed Marc Curtis' life. Unable to live anywhere that memories of her father haunted, she packed up her apartment, sold the trailer home to the tenants that had been in it for the past year, and moved to the heart of Choteau.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
