Father || Elroy Wolfe || Deceased
Mother || May Audley-Wolfe || Deceased

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Jane tends to shy away from talking about her history, though, she doesn’t deny everything that had happened; people died, people left, she made mistakes.

Jane was born in the city of Portland, Maine. Her father Elroy was a native French man who found a career in the medical field as a neurosurgeon and throughout the years, he gained much prestige. He was based in Portland’s General Hospital, however he often travelled around America to preform more intense surgeries in places lacking the necessary knowledge in which he possessed. Her mother May had a little bit more of a calm life. She was a stay at home mother who spent most of her days in her makeshift paint studio. She never sold any of her paintings, only storing them away or giving them out to anyone who may have wanted one. It wasn’t for lack talent however, May almost had an endless supply of it in her art. She was simply a firm believer that if anyone were to enjoy her work, they shouldn’t have to pay to do so.

Jane grew up in her family home that resided just a little outside the city on a large acreage. Despite her mother having no income, her father more than made up for it with the amount of money he made due to the taxing job. Jane had as much of a comfortable and happy life as she could with the circumstance of her powers. Up until Jane began to talk when she was two years old, her parents never noticed anything peculiar about her, but that changed when Elroy and May found it hard to ignore little Jane giggling and replying back to thoughts they never spoke aloud. Jane never really knew how to control her power in her toddler and early childhood years. She had no idea how to set up a mental block, so with any person she passed, her mind would automatically link to theirs and thoughts would come flooding into her head. The strangest thing about this was the connection worked both ways. It opened up a channel to her own head that transmitted her thoughts back to the person in question. That quickly changed though, as the first thing she learned was how to block her mind from trickling into others, but that never stopped the incessant voices and painful things she happened to come across. It got even more terrifying when she came to the realization that some of the dreams she’d been having hadn’t been her own, but her mothers or fathers after she’d slipped into them accidently.

Her parents were reluctant on how to deal with it. At first, they ignored it, pushing it off as some weird child intuition or cleverness she may have had, but as soon as she reached the age of five and it began time for her to start school, they couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her mother decided to homeschool her, afraid of what might happen if Jane were to expose what she was. Her father being talented and knowledgeable in the way of the brain also began running tests on her to see what may have been wrong with her. They were not harsh or invasive by any means at first, but as she got older, the tests became less frequent but more… uncomfortable. That’s the one thing Jane refuses to comment on about her history—the exact ways her father attempted to find out the source and reasons for powers.

Most days Jane would spend learning with her mother and sitting in her art studio and painting. She was intelligent only because one of the side effects of her powers included her having photogenic memory. Jane didn’t really learn what this was until late in her teen years when she was finally placed in public school and was told remembering every single detail about some of her memories, books she’s read, movies she’s watched, etc., was not entirely the norm. Her parents where fearful in bringing her around places with them, even as she got older and gained more control in blocking people out. She was secluded and protected in her family’s little bubble, except for one little exception. Her parents had no family between them, but where close friends with another family. She always looked forward to their visits as they were the only people other then her family who knew of her power, and who actually had power’s of their own. The single father had twin sons Owen and Oliver who were a year and a bit older than her in age, and she took comfort knowing she wasn’t as strange as she had grown up thinking she was.

When Jane was ten years old, things changed in her life, but not as big as the change that came to the lives of her friends Owen and Oliver. Their mother had already passed on years before, however their dad followed after his battle with cancer ended. Her parents readily took the twin boys in with welcome arms. Only three years later, things changed for the worse once more. Oliver had been clearly struggling for quite sometime, and despite Jane trying to help him as much as she was able to emotionally and Owen trying to help him in his own way, he was murdered by one of the enemies he’d picked up on his destructive path. Both Jane and her parents were distraught, but Jane tried her hardest to be strong for Owen and be there for him whenever he needed. She needed him to know that he wouldn’t have to alone during all this.

At age fifteen, Jane gained first hand experience as to what sort of pain Owen might have gone through when his parents died. It was her birthday and her parent’s decided to take Jane into the city, a very rare occurrence, in order to take her to dinner. On their way back home, Jane had been so tired she’d fallen asleep in the back seat, and nightmares greeted her as they so often did. A flaw in Jane’s power, as she learned that night, is that in sleep she can’t hold her mental barriers up. She was so distraught in her rest that her mind connected to both her parents, and she dragged them into her dream, rendering them unconscious at the wheel. She awoke only a few short seconds after when the car quickly veered off the road. The car flipped in a ditch, and she so clearly remembers hearing shattering and crunching noises and seeing her parents mangled bodied hanging upside down, blood dripping onto the ceiling of the car. She remembers searching so hard for the connection to their minds, trying to get a sense if they were alive, as she herself began fading in and out of consciousness, but she simply couldn’t get a hold of anything.

Jane had broken her collarbone, her arm in two different places, and one of her legs. She also got a nasty piece of the shredded door wedge into her right shoulder blade. She was rushed to the hospital and there she stayed for many painful months. She was too weak to be able to even attend her parent’s funeral.

The months she spent in the hospital were terrible. She had no family – not even Owen was there as she was told they’d be separated into the foster system. She was too weak to be able to hold her mind barriers up for too long. She’d heard terrible awful thoughts from anyone who might have past by; nurses who pitied her, patients who knew they were dying, family members who’d lost their loved ones. The dreams were the worst. Jane can’t begin to describe dreams of people so hopped on morphine and other medicines while they were dying.

One morning, she remembered waking up screaming. A woman in the room beside hers had died in her sleep and Jane just remembered being yanked out of her head so forcefully and painfully. She herself felt death coming. The nurses had no idea why Jane was so much in a fit, they tried sedating her but Jane simply thrashed and yelled. She remembered feeling so helpless and it was like all the emotions she’d truly been supressing her entire life came out of her, terrifyingly explosive. She remembers vividly connecting the the mind of the nurse whom finally stuck her with the sedative. For some reason she just channeled something to him and he began screaming out in pain, clutching his head before dropping to the floor. She passed out pretty quick after the drug kicked in.

She truly felt like a monster after that. Whatever small part of her that had accepted her power before was completely gone; because of her power, she’d killed her parents; because of her power, she could barley go out in society. Being able to transmit pain to someone head so fiercely just added to the gruesome self hatred she felt.

After she was released from the hospital, she was immediately sent into a group home while they tried to get a foster family prepared for her. The group home was a mess of a time. There were too many people around for her to wall up her power from everyone, and having to share a bedroom with three girls didn’t help her dream problem. Thankfully, she was only there for two weeks before she was shipped off to her first foster family. They, however, were not her last. In the span of a little over a year, Jane switched to five homes. In one case, it was because the fifty-year-old lady found out about her power and started calling her the devils spawn, throwing holy water on her whenever she walked into the room. Twice it was because of abusive situations; she had a particularly nasty foster father who was not only verbally abusive but physically too. The other time was an abusive foster father/foster brother duo. One other time it was simply because they could no longer support the girl who secluded herself from any attachments, constantly getting in trouble at school for things the other students did to her. They just couldn’t handle “someone who doesn’t even seem like they’re trying.” The final home wasn’t so bad, but she left them for a much happier, and unexpected, situation.

One day she had left the house to go for a walk, and found herself wandering in a park as she often did. Usually it was a quiet place, however one person’s mind just kept tugging and tugging at her. It happened a lot when people’s emotions were high – she had trouble blocking them out. Even when her own emotions where high, she has no control over her power. Jane approached a boy sat on a bench. He clearly wasn’t in the brightest of moods, and she swore she saw him crying. On impulse, she did what she’d always did and approached him, not even sparing a thought to boundaries. She asked if he was alright, but when he turned around after swiping away the tears, Jane audibly gasped at the sight of Owen. She thought he’d cracked her ribs with the hug he’d gave her, but she couldn’t give a damn, she returned the hug with as much force.

He’d offered for her to stay at his place but considering she wasn’t quite out of the system like him, she had to deny the offer. However, that didn’t stop her from spending as much time as she could there. Of course there came the time when her foster family asked her where she disappeared off to for days on end. It was an awkward conversation to say the least but they did end up letting him be more involved in her life. In the end, he actually gained custody of her in a sort of way. It was clear Jane didn’t want to stay in the system, and the social workers took into consideration both her and Owen’s history together and how he had a partly stable life.

One day, they’d thrown around the idea of a more permanent home in which people like them could take refuge. Jane was more then thrilled with it, it was all she’d ever felt she wanted to do, to be able to help others understand their powers and grow to accept them. She wanted to help. So, with the money she gained from her parent’s estate, both her and Owen found an abandoned house on the outskirts of Boothbay Harbour, Maine, fixed it up, and created The Safe Haven.