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Janet Wilson Profile
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Janet Wilson Status:
Commoner Strong willed, Janet views all those younger than 45 to be a child. Granted, they
may be rather grown up children, but they still need her “guidance”. This is her personal view on the subject.
She has a quick temper, and major mood swings. She absolutely adores small children; they remind her on her own relatives. She is crotchety at times, especially in the mornings and when her bones ace. She’ll
flirt with just about any man to cross her path, but only in jest. She is a bit of a gossip, but she won’t tell something
if you have told her not to. She doesn’t know all the time when she might have interrupted something, or if she’s
said anything she shouldn’t have. If she does realize, she normally does not care. Janet loves raccoons, or at least she loves
hers. She has a pet raccoon, Stripes, whom she has had with her for five years, or so, take or add a few months. If she is
somewhere, than he will be most likely be there too. Janet enjoys singing as one of her favorite past times. While she works, she loves
to hum old ditties that only she remembers from the “good old days”. When she was seventeen she married her sweetheart, Chris
Wills, and within the next ten years they had five children. By the next fifteen years they were expecting their first grandchild. The years rolled by and Janet worked happily alongside
her husband. She had her diversion as the village gossip and her many relatives. Sadly, five years ago Chris died from a wave of fever
that went though the village and took six others, including the oldest and youngest of her own brothers. For the next three
years life was very bleak looking for Janet. The oldest of her children had taken his wife and three children to live in Corus,
and not to mention her husband was dead. Soon after Chris’s death, Janet took to leaving
the scraps from her meals out on the front steps so that she could watch the animals come and eat it. She watched the first
few nights, but when nothing happened, she stopped. She still left out the food on the slim hope that it might be gone in
the morning, but she didn’t watch. Eventually something began to eat the food. Janet became curious. On a hunch, she
put out the food and then made a trail to her bedroom where she figured she would be woken if it came in. When the ploy worked, Janet found to her astonishment
that a raccoon was the one eating her food. Acting on a whim, Janet set about training the raccoon to let her near him, to
pet him, to feed him, to hold him, and finally to follow her everywhere even when she did not feed him. She named him Stripes
on account of his striped tail. It took a few years for her to train him, and he is still
not so trained he merely follows her everywhere and lets her touch him every so often. The rest of her family felt a bit neglected,
and the other village women wanted their gossiper back, but they all could see something was making Janet happy again, so
they stayed away. Finally Stripes became consistent with staying around
Janet and to obey (rarely). Deciding she needed a change of scenery, Janet sent a message to her son telling him that she
was coming to live with him and if he didn’t like it, too bad. It took her a few days all told to get to Corus,
and a week to settle in to her son’s spare room (which had hastily been converted from a store room into a spare room).
She has now been in Corus for almost a year now and roams everywhere, Stripes tagging along for the most part.
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