Weston, Janet
Mar 30, 2014 14:08:59 GMT -8
Post by Janet Weston on Mar 30, 2014 14:08:59 GMT -8
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Age: 27
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Character Name: Janet Mary Weston, nee Donaldson.
Age: 65
History
Janet Weston has lived in Penchurch for as long as she can remember. Her father was the vicar of St. Perrin's, and she grew up in the vicarage. She knows the area like the back of her hand. Her mother, London-born, found Penchurch maddeningly slow and out-of-the-way, and insisted her children be given a chance to see something of the world. Janet had no objection, and read history at university, and spent time seeing the sights of London, Edinburgh, and even Paris.
Despite her mother's best intentions, Janet's love for her village drew her back in good time, and Janet happily put her roots back down where they'd always truly been. Her childhood sweetheart, Albert 'Bertie' Weston was overjoyed at Janet's return, and as the friends renewed the attachment which had sustained itself with letters and visits home in years past, it blossomed into deep affection, and no one was much surprised when they announced their engagement.
Nearly forty years of a happy marriage followed, though Janet and Bertie were dismayed to find they were unable to have children, after several years of attempts and crumbled hopes. Still, they were naturally cheerful people, and their home never lacked visitors. They took many globe-trotting holidays when they could, and saw a great deal of the world in this way.
After Bertie's retirement, the Westons considered their considerable nest-egg, and decided a holiday home in the Canary Islands was not quite to their tastes--they could never love anywhere as dearly as they loved Penchurch. So, upon finding the local pub coming up for sale, they took the plunge and soon breathed new life into the place.
Happy as they were, it couldn't always be so. Bertie was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer three years ago, and his end came swiftly. Janet puts on a brave face, and is determined to only recall the great and happy life she had with him, but his loss still pains her, and she sometimes privately wonders how she can go on managing without the man who had supported her in everything, for so long.
Still, her job as the landlady and owner of The Station keeps her busy enough, as does the gossip of Penchurch. While Janet herself doesn't ferret out confidences people aren't willing to give her, there's something in her manner than encourages people to pour out their problems to her, and her advice is generally well-regarded and sought after by those who know her and rely upon her discretion.
Appearance
Janet is a woman of average height, at 5'4", and of the slightly heavier build that can accompany middle-age, but she remains spry and active, aging in that graceful and natural way that has given her many laugh-lines about her lips, and crowsfeet around her soft blue eyes. She has silvery-white hair, trimmed short, and generally dresses casually and neatly. She is fond of scarves.
Personality
Janet acts as something of a surrogate grandmother to the village, perhaps because she never had any children, herself--she is therefore removed enough to be disinterested when it comes to particular family feuds, though she has her opinions on right and wrong as much as anybody.
She does not suffer fools, though she is kind to underdogs. Janet is a moderate sports-fan, but dislikes the hooliganism that can accompany large games. She maintains a sense of eternal dignity, and does her best to allow that dignity to others--a challenge, at times, when one is a publican and landlady.
Janet is quick to win the trust of others, and not without reason. Once earned, her loyalty is steadfast and unwavering. Her tongue can be sharp, but she curbs it when she can, and rarely lashes out at anyone who has not deserved a dose of it.
She has seen a great deal of the world, and still prefers Penchurch to all places. As much as she fervently wishes things in the village might never change, she has seen too much change in it already to suppose it is prudent to cling to old ways, which can only bring bitterness. So, she has learnt to embrace change...cautiously.
Janet listens rather more than she talks, much of the time, and hears more than she is meant to, a great deal. Still, she is no common gossip who enjoys spreading tales for their own sakes, or to cause trouble. She weighs very carefully the consequences of things before speaking about anything that is not her own secret to tell.
Doesn't mean she doesn't love a juicy story, though. She has rather a weakness for the occasional bit of well-intentioned eavesdropping, and knowing something that others don't can put a broad smile on her face for days at a time, provided it isn't anything disastrous or dire.
Some might see Janet as being a little too meddlesome, or perhaps smug and condescending--particularly with regards to her having travelled so much. If she is patronising, she is patronising out of a sense of duty and doing good for others, rather than self-aggrandisement...not that that takes away the sting of being talked down to, for others.
Age: 27
Contact Info: PM me.
Character Name: Janet Mary Weston, nee Donaldson.
Age: 65
History
Janet Weston has lived in Penchurch for as long as she can remember. Her father was the vicar of St. Perrin's, and she grew up in the vicarage. She knows the area like the back of her hand. Her mother, London-born, found Penchurch maddeningly slow and out-of-the-way, and insisted her children be given a chance to see something of the world. Janet had no objection, and read history at university, and spent time seeing the sights of London, Edinburgh, and even Paris.
Despite her mother's best intentions, Janet's love for her village drew her back in good time, and Janet happily put her roots back down where they'd always truly been. Her childhood sweetheart, Albert 'Bertie' Weston was overjoyed at Janet's return, and as the friends renewed the attachment which had sustained itself with letters and visits home in years past, it blossomed into deep affection, and no one was much surprised when they announced their engagement.
Nearly forty years of a happy marriage followed, though Janet and Bertie were dismayed to find they were unable to have children, after several years of attempts and crumbled hopes. Still, they were naturally cheerful people, and their home never lacked visitors. They took many globe-trotting holidays when they could, and saw a great deal of the world in this way.
After Bertie's retirement, the Westons considered their considerable nest-egg, and decided a holiday home in the Canary Islands was not quite to their tastes--they could never love anywhere as dearly as they loved Penchurch. So, upon finding the local pub coming up for sale, they took the plunge and soon breathed new life into the place.
Happy as they were, it couldn't always be so. Bertie was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer three years ago, and his end came swiftly. Janet puts on a brave face, and is determined to only recall the great and happy life she had with him, but his loss still pains her, and she sometimes privately wonders how she can go on managing without the man who had supported her in everything, for so long.
Still, her job as the landlady and owner of The Station keeps her busy enough, as does the gossip of Penchurch. While Janet herself doesn't ferret out confidences people aren't willing to give her, there's something in her manner than encourages people to pour out their problems to her, and her advice is generally well-regarded and sought after by those who know her and rely upon her discretion.
Appearance
Janet is a woman of average height, at 5'4", and of the slightly heavier build that can accompany middle-age, but she remains spry and active, aging in that graceful and natural way that has given her many laugh-lines about her lips, and crowsfeet around her soft blue eyes. She has silvery-white hair, trimmed short, and generally dresses casually and neatly. She is fond of scarves.
Personality
Janet acts as something of a surrogate grandmother to the village, perhaps because she never had any children, herself--she is therefore removed enough to be disinterested when it comes to particular family feuds, though she has her opinions on right and wrong as much as anybody.
She does not suffer fools, though she is kind to underdogs. Janet is a moderate sports-fan, but dislikes the hooliganism that can accompany large games. She maintains a sense of eternal dignity, and does her best to allow that dignity to others--a challenge, at times, when one is a publican and landlady.
Janet is quick to win the trust of others, and not without reason. Once earned, her loyalty is steadfast and unwavering. Her tongue can be sharp, but she curbs it when she can, and rarely lashes out at anyone who has not deserved a dose of it.
She has seen a great deal of the world, and still prefers Penchurch to all places. As much as she fervently wishes things in the village might never change, she has seen too much change in it already to suppose it is prudent to cling to old ways, which can only bring bitterness. So, she has learnt to embrace change...cautiously.
Janet listens rather more than she talks, much of the time, and hears more than she is meant to, a great deal. Still, she is no common gossip who enjoys spreading tales for their own sakes, or to cause trouble. She weighs very carefully the consequences of things before speaking about anything that is not her own secret to tell.
Doesn't mean she doesn't love a juicy story, though. She has rather a weakness for the occasional bit of well-intentioned eavesdropping, and knowing something that others don't can put a broad smile on her face for days at a time, provided it isn't anything disastrous or dire.
Some might see Janet as being a little too meddlesome, or perhaps smug and condescending--particularly with regards to her having travelled so much. If she is patronising, she is patronising out of a sense of duty and doing good for others, rather than self-aggrandisement...not that that takes away the sting of being talked down to, for others.
