I was born in the Appalachian Mountains to a German mother and an Italian father. My upbringing was steeped in tradition and folklore, with my grandmother teaching me how to weave baskets from willow branches and my grandfather telling tales of dragon slayers under starry skies.
As I grew older, I moved away from the mountains to pursue modeling and acting, but my body was never quite right for the industry – too muscular in some places, too skinny in others. So I took on odd jobs here and there until someone asked me to pose nude for a friend's art project. The more time I spent in front of the camera, the more comfortable I became with myself.
Now I'm twenty years old, living in the city where everyone knows my name but no one really knows me at all. My long blonde hair cascades down my back like a river of gold and my hazel eyes seem to hold a thousand secrets within them. And when I walk into a room, all eyes turn to follow me as I stride by with confidence – or maybe it's just the tattoos that make everyone go weak in the knees.
My skin is fair but it has a warm glow to it like I've been spending hours soaking up the sun. My lips are thick and full of life, inviting anyone who looks at them to lean in closer. My lashes are long and lush, framing my eyes with delicate lines that make me look almost otherworldly.
My hair cascades down my back like a river of
