Jane Hardy

Name: Jane Hardy
Age: Nineteen

Loyalist

Physical Appearance: For her age, Jane is a buxom young woman. With dark brown locks styled in accordance with the latest fashion, and expressive brown eyes that seem to hold many secrets, she is certainly a beholder of beauty. Standing at near enough 5'4" she is neither monstrously tall, nor too short. She has inherited most of her looks from her mother, but has her father's nose - one feature she wishes she hadn't inherited. She has a sweet and appealing smile, which matches well with her features.


Strengths: Jane is a quiet and composed young woman, for the most part. She has a good judge of character, which she tends to use to her advantage to get to know people. She is a competent dancer, (though generally she finds it an embarrassing ordeal to stand up at large gatherings which could be considered as a weakness). Her best subjects are writing and reading, and she is a storyteller behind closed doors. Not many people are aware of this talent of hers. 

Weaknesses: On the other hand, Jane is at a disadvantage with many things. She cannot draw or paint with much success, and mathematical problems are an entire loss to her - despite her father's guidance to learn from a young age. Her education was not elaborate, with many subjects briefly skimmed over. She also has a short temper for wastrels and petty people. If she can help it, she goes to great lengths to avoid such people; but if paths cannot be taken to avoid them - she generally suffers a great deal in their presence.

Background: Jane was born into a well to-do merchant family in Great Yarmouth in December 1756 - the town was heavily built on fishing and industry. She grew up in a grand, rambling, three storey merchant's house on the South Quay, which was right at the forefront of activity in the town, with ships coming and going every day. For the most part, Jane was a lonesome child, with only one elder sister out of all her siblings. The rest were all rapidly growing boys. 

Most of the time her father would be busy conducting some business or other, and her mother socializing with tiresome ladies on all manner of subjects. For the most part, this is where her short temper for petty people arose from. Hour upon hour, day after day she would sit alongside her mother and sister, forcing herself to be civil in their company.

As she grew older, she unfortunately discovered the tedium of society - with even more tiresome women to converse and be civil with. Women she had to consider as her friends. This did not reflect on her very well and for a few years, she longed for some sort of escape. And then the war came about and topics changed, and sides were immediately taken. It was something she could talk about with great enthusiasm and fervour. And there were new friends to be made. 

And a side to be chosen.