I may be working on something but no promises yet.
“It's all fun and games until someone summons a servant of Satan in his cellar.”
Danielle Moralés was born on February 2nd, 1843, only a few years before the onset of the Spanish-American War. She's over twenty years old, though some might say she's as high strung as someone under that threshold.
Danielle Moralés is the daughter of a famous smuggler, outlaw, and privateer, a pedigree that has defined her life for over two decades.
Danielle Moralés is a woman who has lived a ragged, tough life. The years she spent underneath her father's shadow are long past, but the echoes of that darkness still lingers behind her. Her eyes are a grayed blue and her hair a deep brown so much that it appears black against the glare of the hanging sun. Due to her mixed heritage she can blend in to several colonial crowds (she's descended of Spanish, American, and French colonists) with a height that is only a little taller than the average female drifter. Her hair runs long, lagging past her shoulders, though she has most often drawn it into a ponytail to keep it from being in the way and used against her; she's even on occasion cut it short to blend in with more masculine crowds when trying to evade certain lawgivers throughout the continental United States.
In terms of clothing, she knows when to don something more traditionally feminine, though more often than not she looks like the usual plains or coastal drifter, including longcoat and wide-brimmed hat. A holster hangs from her belt, though she has a spare tucked in her boot when her six shooter is not an option; sometimes a holdout pistol is more useful than a dueling pistol.