Please call me Winnie, Winnifred was my Grand-mama.
Winnifred is bright, warm, and somewhat sly with her humour, often testing the people she comes across with quips intended to try their wit and humour. Those who cannot detect them are generally to be humoured and treated gently. She has managed to remain impeccable of character with no stains to her name and only an endearing kind of oddity that youth allows for. Winnie is quick to smile, just as quick to frown slightly, and while her annoyance is easy to spark, her anger is shallow and swiftly done with. As a nobleman's daughter she has been raised to be graceful and agreeable company and has little trouble making small talk and making aquaintances, although the title of 'friend' is much harder won. Blessed with patience when it comes to things that cannot be helped, Winnie has managed to last under Society quite well for a girl who is already 19 and without serious suitors.
Winnifred was really born to be some intrepid gentleman explorer's wife, sweeping through lands unknown in a travelling suit, keeping household and children under control regardless of the location or the obstacles, a woman who would hold tea in the midst of an Eastern monsoon or keep the household calm during major earthquakes and uprisings.
Instead she is the daughter of a middling lord who raises horses as his fame and his lady who breeds exotic plants. Their title may not be grand but they are QUITE rich, especially as her mother's family was in trade and she was an only child. She is the only daughter and has three older brothers, two married and one still looking for an eligible wife, who would have to be at least as formidable as his mother and sister.
From the time she could walk, Winnie was put on a horse, a tired old pony that had been her elder brother's before he'd been gifted his own horse. Winnie delighted in the beast and was nearly inconsolable when it died quietly one November morning. Winnie has also been thoroughly educated by her mother in the appropriate accomplishments for a lady, and some very unladylike ones by her father. As a result, Winnie is actually capable of minor mechanical repairs, identifying most constellations and their related myths, riding the hunt, mathematics and a few other things she likes to keep up her sleeve.
Unfortunately Winnie had to be sat down by Papa, Mama and Lucy the governess and informed that sadly, although she had the run of the house and her own mind in the Country, behaviour that was appropriate on the hunt was not so in dressage, and she would have to be careful when in town for the social season on her coming out. Although Winnie did listen and tries very hard not to perform or show up others, particularly men, her intelligence has a bad habit of shining through. The worst times are when somebody presumes to know better for her when they really don't, or assume her to be a complete bauble with absolutely no substance.