Jane Harriet Williamson

Jane Harriet Williamson, a character for a 19th century mystery role play called: Heredity

"At the beginning of the year, after getting kicked out of the University of London for crossdressing as a male inside their Medical Program, Jane Harriet Williamson proceeded to continue her medical studies in private, however not having enough funding to continue, she found herself ousted from her father's high class house and searching for a flatmate. While her father dutifully ran off for his country, leaving her only a monthly rent to be given buy her father's equally dutiful attorney, whom had an extreme dislike of her character.

The campaign to find a new home brought forward many horrors and demotions, realizing that misfortune and disaster had now been smeared upon her name. While wandering the streets of London trying to find some job that didn't resort to prostitution, Jane was struck on the shoulder by a traveling drunk's Colt, which shattered her bone and grazed her subclavian artery. She should have fallen into the hands of death had it not been brought to the attention of Norman Shaw, head of the Metropolitan Police, whom dragged her body to the local hospital at godspeed.

After weeks filled with pain, weak from the prolonged hardships from wandering about, Jane was eventually removed. She was taken in by Norman Shaw to be a guest, where she would walk about the halls and bask a little upon the veranda. With Mister Shaw being her rather only kin, and not wanting to smear his name with her rather unmarried state, she soon left when she was sure she had found herself free with some flatmate who didn't mind her measly income of eleven shillings and a sixpence a day. So, she grabbed the paper and sat a local tea shop to take quarters.

On the very day that she had come to this conclusion, Jane found someone tapping her on the shoulder, and turning round she recognized young Blythe, who had been a doctor under her care at the hospital. After much discussion over a cup of tea and a cup of afternoon tea, she soon found herself at a hospital, signing up to be in the company of the eccentric detective Mister Arthur Rowan.

And now, there she stood in an icy mausoleum of the dead, her arms folded as breath was visible dancing in the frosted air. Which brought a possible quandary since it was still a rather warm beginning of September. Rubbing her bare arms in frustration, she watched as the mask professionalism was swiped from his face by the quandary. Taking a careful step forward, she went on further inspection of the corpse, also trying to take a crack at the maid in question. Noting the woman's state, Jane turned to the now ghostly figure of Arthur, her own blue eyes questioning his physical state."