WINTERS, JANE ROSE

[JANE WINTERS]

Player's Name: Kel (username is Kelsification on the cbox)
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Random Fact: Uhm..I'm incredibly accident prone.

Name: Jane Rose Winters
Alias: N/A
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: December 12th, 1825
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Social Class: Poor
Job/Position: Currently unemployed, previously a housemaid/seamstress.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Hair: Jane's hair is dark, a chestnut brown color, and is a little longer than shoulder length. Usually it is kept down, with or without a braid, but occasionally she will tie it up. It hasn't been trimmed in quite a while, however, so it can be a little messy.
Eyes: In the dark, Jane's eyes appear to be more of a dark brown color - almost matching her hair. However, in the light they change to a green-ish hazel color.
Height: 4'10''
Weight: Approximately 89lbs.

Jane has managed to somehow keep her innocence even after living a long seven years on the cold, cruel streets of London as well as a previous ten years in a whorehouse. Although aware of how disgusting life can be, she doesn't bother for the details of certain sickening acts or lifestyles of those around her. She is aware of how the homeless around her live, of course, and is very aware of some of the things certain people will do to keep themselves fed or clothed but pretends such things don't exist.

Her generally shy nature helps her avoid other street urchins, which has aided in her keeping her child-like attitude and odd optimism as well as other things. Being a relatively quiet girl, as well as relatively small, she doesn't get noticed much and it's always easier to keep out of trouble when no one notices you. Although Jane isn't exactly the social butterfly, she isn't rude or unfriendly. She cares for others, and, unfortunately, can get attached rather easily - which, to be honest, is another reason for her attempt at keeping away from people. It's very easy, she knows, to get attached to the wrong type of person on the streets of London.

For one so young, she is incredibly passionate and ambitious. If she wants something, she will do whatever it is she needs to do to get it. If she loves something, she will do absolutely anything to make sure it is taken care of. She is most definitely not a fighter, but when it comes to something that means so much to her, she will fight until her death to keep that something as safe as possible.

Jane is also a very curious young woman, who has always had the tendency to ask way too many questions. She can't count how many times she was scolded when she was younger for being nosy or asking too many questions. Of course, because it was punishable where she grew up, she has learned to keep most of her questions to herself and figure out the answers her own way - by investigating. Some call it snooping, but Jane thinks that sounds more like something a criminal would do.

She LOATHES wearing shoes, and loves taking baths, and is slightly gifted at singing - something she was taught while living with her mother. She is spooked easily, and can be a tad bit ( VERY ) over emotional about most things; she cries a lot.

To put it simply, Miss Winters is a tiny, curious kitten lost in a world of big, dangerous tigers and lions and the occasional bear.

Jane Rose Winters was born on a cold December night to a young prostitute, who, at first, completely fell in love with the new born child. For the first years of her life Jane was constantly with her mother, unless her mother was with a client, then she was put in care of one of the women that worked at the brothel alongside her mother. She grew up around women who happily called themselves whores, learning life lessons from women who slept with men for fun and money. It wasn't exactly the best way to grow up - nor was being tossed in a large closet with a make-shift bed (which was really a flimsy mattress and a few blankets) when her mother began to tire of her. It seemed, Jane noted, that as she grew older her mother spent less and less time with her. She feared, as any child would, that her mother was getting bored with her and, in an attempt to regain her mother's love, she started acting out. Not necessarily in a bad way, only trying new things to get her mother's attention. Putting on her mother's make up, for example, or trying to - but that only led to a rather harsh punishment and a day in her 'room'. She tried lots of other things as well - talking to her mother more, following her around, saying the things the men said to her. But, none of it worked, and all of it just led to a serious scolding and even longer days in her closet.

This went on for a relatively long time, but Jane just wasn't understanding. She knew she was doing something wrong, or her mother wouldn't treat her so differently now. Well, she thought that until she met Bennett. Bennett was the son of a very wealthy, very large (round) man who visited the brothel regularly. It wasn't until the last month or so what Bennett began to tag along, however. He was sixteen, and Jane, for some reason, took a liking to him almost immediately. It seemed the young man wasn't as interested with the whores as he was in the then nine year old Jane. Jane's mother didn't mind - as long as it kept the child out of her hair. And, of course, Bennett's father was happy as long as his son was taking a fancy to a young FEMALE. Bennett began to explain to Jane what was happening, how her mother simply didn't love her anymore. Not because there was something wrong with Jane, but because her mother was bad. As in, a villain from a fairytale, was how he explained it. And Jane understood, Bennett was the Prince and the Hero.

Or, so she thought.

About two months after meeting Bennett, rather close to her tenth birthday, something strange happened. Her mother and the other women and some of their customers were dealing pretty heavily with a thing they called 'opium'. Jane didn't know what it was, but it sounded weird, and it made everyone act oddly and she didn't like it. She was sure Bennett would stay away from it, as he had promised, but he was different when he came to her that night. She could recognize the alcohol, but the other smoky smell was something new. He fought against her that night, became the monster of the fairytale instead of the Prince, and Jane fought right back - afraid she was going to lose until she managed to knock over a vase and slice Bennett's face. She was sure he was going to kill her then, but with all of the screaming, one of the men who owned the brothel stepped in and lugged the drunken, bloodied man away. And as that happened, Jane crawled out of a window and into the streets. She was gone.

Living on the streets was different, and hard. She would find friendly beggars to help her occasionally - due to her small size and the fear in her eyes. But,they were few and far in between. She managed to get work occasionally, cleaning or stocking, but nothing was stable. Until she met Mrs. Wright, an old woman who lived in-between upper and lower London. Mrs. Wright was the nicest, kindest, most caring person Jane had ever met and the two of them became very close over the years Jane spent living with her. Of course, Jane worked. Mrs. Wright taught her how to sew and cook and clean, and Jane did all of that for the old woman - who, unbeknownst to Jane, was slowly dying. She was there for a little over five years, before Mrs. Wright finally succumbed. Jane noticed, however, that nothing was left her to - absolutely nothing. And there had been an awful lot of blood for someone who simply died of old age. She wondered temporarily if someone from her own past set something up, but told herself eventually that it was absurd.

Two years later and she is still living on the streets, back to occasionally getting small jobs here and there - but still unable to find a stable job. She looks every day, asks around every day, for anyone who is in need of a housemaid or a cook or a seamstress - anything that could get her a home.

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Signed: Kel