Jane Cross
ALIAS
Jane or Miss Cross, Pet by Arthur
AGE
Twenty five
ORIGIN
English
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
CLASS
First Class
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APPEARANCE
Jane is about as ordinary as her name. While she's not conventionally good looking, she not ugly either. She has fairly forgettable face, one that could get lost in the crowd easily. Her eyes are her most notable feature, they're the color of cornflower and hold a bright intelligence about them; framed by dark lashes and thick eyebrows. He nose is slightly upturned, with full lips and a narrow jaw.
Jane has thick, dark hair that, when not pinned up, falls just below her shoulder blades in tight curls. He loves when she lets it loose. She tends to dress very modestly, in muted colors and plain dresses. Jane isn't one for buying expensive clothing, even if she has the money to do so. She feels like a liar when she wears extravagant clothes, like she doesn't quite belong in them or like everyone can see right though her facade. She's never been a first class woman, and she probably never will be.
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LIKES
Reading She enjoys getting lost in a good book
Intelligent Conversations and People Watching Jane loves to be in the company of others, conversing, observing and learning about new people
Sunlight Something about being outside, in the fresh air, helps to relax her
Music There's nothing quite like an old familiar tune being drawn from a violin, though Jane enjoys music in any form
Hot Tea Comforting and tasty, she'll never pass up a chance to sit and sip
DISLIKES
Arthur McLoughlin The man that was her salvation and her downfall
Whiskey It reminds her too much of her former life and her father
Winter Months The heavy grey clouds of winter tend to bring her down
Money Lately, it seems to be the root of all her problems
Submissive People Those that don't stand up for themselves tend to annoy Jane, though she's fears that that is exactly what she is becoming
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PERSONALITY
Kind, plainspoken, intelligent, loyal, stubborn
Jane is continually mindful of others. She's the type of person that gets joy from others succeeding. She is trusting, dependable and honest. She makes for an excellent friend and companion, but tends to distance herself from any type of serious relationship; mostly out of fear of being hurt or hurting others. She's curious about the world and loves to learn new things, especially about other people. She tries to constantly better herself, as though she's trying to make up for all the terrible things she's done to people in the past.
She doesn't think much of herself. She knows she lives a lie and she finds it despicable, she knows that she could never truly fit in with the upper class. Still, she does what she has to to survive. She can be very determined at times, and if anyone were to call her, or Arthur, out on their choice of lifestyle, she would be quick to defend. Jane speaks her mind as much as possible, something that tends to land her in hot water. Arthur spent much time teaching her how to hold her tongue, and still she says things before thinking. She wants to help others as much as she can, but she doesn't want others to come to her aid; she wants, and believes, that she can do everything herself. She's cautious, clever and caring. Her rudimentary upbringing in the countryside has given her an appreciation for the simple things in life, and a somewhat bold demeanor.
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HISTORY
Jane spent her childhood being the adult of the family. Her father was a terrible alcoholic that spent the families income on whiskey and her mother was too much of a coward to leave him. If Jane found a way to earn some extra money, her father would somehow manage to nick if off her to go buy his favorite drink. On the rare occasion that he wasn't piss poor drunk, her father was mopey and in black mood. It was like walking on eggshells around the sobered man, a wrong word or strange tone would set him off on his drinking. He rarely hit his children or wife, though it wasn't unheard of, but he did raise his voice and throw things when he was intoxicated, and to young Jane it was terrifying seeing him that way. She resented her mother for never doing anything about her father. She felt like her mother had a responsibility to protect Jane and her siblings, but she never stood up to her husband.
Jane never spent much time in that grim house of hers. Whenever she could, she was out in the countryside rolling through the fields or climbing the birch trees. Her one solace was her childhood friend who seemed to be the only one that could take her mind off her home life. Of all the people she left behind when she followed Arthur, his face was the one she missed the most.
When Jane was sixteen, she met Arthur. He had picked her out of a crowd in the middle of town. She doesn't remember much about their first meeting, only that he was charming and she liked the sound of what he had to say. He told her about a life away from her father, to which she readily agreed. And just like that she was whisked away from her home and thrown into an alien world of deception and conning. Arthur taught her everything; how to flirt and smooth talker her way into someones life, how to choose her words carefully and play safe, how to gracefully exit without leaving a trail or a scrap of paper money behind. She had the perfect face, said Arthur, pretty enough to grab someones attention but simple enough to easily forget. He taught her about money and politics, how to act like a first class member of society, he taught her about literature and art and history. For years the duo traveled from place to place finding new victims to play their games. Anytime Arthur was caught, she posted his bail and the two were off again.
At first she found it all exhilarating—the prospect of being caught, the money and glamorous people, the new life she had created for herself—but soon the illusion, and all it's splendor, wore off. By the time she was twenty she was tired of the whole charade. She was sick of lying, to herself and to others. She wasn't a first class lady, she was a farm girl without a penny to her name. She was never as talented as Arthur, he believed his lies but she could barley contain her guilt. Unfortunately for Jane, once she chose her occupation there was no getting out of it; she can't fabricate her past and she can't escape her present.
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TECHNICAL
Face Claim Jessica Brown Findlay
Color #8829b
Writer penelope lemon