CAMILLE EONICH
Camille Eonich was born in Tennessee, she knows not what year. The War of Northern Aggression left her an orphan. The family who found her, hiding on the property of her burned out home, didn’t have a boy child so as they moved west, she took on the duties that the missing son would have. She learned to ride and drive the wagon. She learned to shoot and to hunt. When the family settled in the Arizona territories and took up ranching she learned to tend the herd and to defend the herd from rustlers. Camille Eonich handled her guns well and could outshoot most men. She liked being out on the open range with the cattle and the cowboys and had long ago earned the respect and admiration from the cowboys for her no nonsense ways and her straight forwardness. The fact that if they messed with her she could shoot their pants off didn’t hurt any either. When it was necessary to go into town, Camille Eonich walked with her head high and with a firm step. (Some even say she stomps!) She ignored the townspeople’s stares and comments about a woman wearing men’s clothes and doing a man’s work.
Camille Eonich tries to avoid trouble but due to her nature it tends to find her, mostly in the form of men who don’t know her challenging her or trying to “take advantage” of her. She deals with those kinds swiftly and without mercy, figuring that she’s making it that much easier for the lawmen to do their jobs and for other decent people to live in peace.
Camille Eonich figures that one day she’ll find a cowboy who will accept her for what she is. One who will ride next to her on the range and enjoy the smell of the cigars that she smokes. Heck, that feller Stump Water seems like he just may be the type. Who knows, maybe when that happens she may even buy herself a fancy dress and attend one of them high-falootin’ socials that the town folks seem to be so fond of.
How I choose this alias: I wanted a character that could change and develop as I went along. I like many different types of old clothes including the mountain man look with fringes and leather, the cowboy look with cowboy hats and chaps etc, and I wanted to be able to be “girly” too and wear the saloon girl dresses and ball gowns. I didn’t want to tie myself down into a certain persona with my alias, so my alias is a play on words. Chameleons change their color to suit their environment so I decided that what I wanted to do with my alias was somewhat like a chameleon. I wanted to be Chameleonic. I changed a few letters around and I had Camille Eonich.
I shoot a brace of Ruger birdsheads in .45 Colt, a model ’73 deluxe border rifle also in .45 Colt, and a model ’97 shotgun. My gun leather was custom made by Bob Mernickle.