Araminta's character

Name: Araminta
Nickname: Minta
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Looks: Gold hair, blue/violet eyes, pale skin, a little on the plump side
Education: governess and then finishing school
Vocation: running an estate
Status/money: raised upper middle class, inherited estate and title
relationship: ??? Married to older man in name only, romantic interest: husband’s nephew from the side that should have inherited Marowmeyn.
family/ethnicity: Father is a solicitor, good English stock
Places: Large English city (probably London), Marowmeyn, Cornish countryside
Possessions: Typical Victorian woman’s possessions, nothing of importance besides Marowmeyn
Recreation/hobbies: exploring places (castle, countryside, etc.), riding horses, doing good deeds where she can, redecorating, fashion
Obsessions: organization, having everything “right”
Beliefs: Christian – Protestant, revolutionary ideas for the time in regards to the treatment of servants, everyone is equal more or less
Politics: If she were living in America today she would probably be a conservative Republican with perhaps some socialist leanings
Sexual history: virgin (marriage was in name only) and intends to stay so until she is married for real. Conservative in this area.
Ambitions: To make everything “right” and equalize the classes more (although not entirely)
Religion: Christian - Protestant
Superstitions: tries to be practical but can get spooky feelings
Fears: nothing unusual, if anything probably being repressed somehow
Attitudes: more liberal in her views on the class system than contemporaries, but still believes it should be in place.
Character flaws: sees herself on a pedestal (high opinion of herself), her class system and servant ideas she seems to pick and chose from, although since she has nothing else to compare them to her efforts are commendable.
Character strengths: compassionate, a fighter, assertive
Pets: horses, nothing terribly significant as far as animals. She considers her servants as sort of her pets.
Taste in books/music: beauty. She doesn’t believe herself to be a romantic, yet she is.
Journal entries: to the point.
Handwriting: nothing unusual
Astrological sign: n/a – I do not believe in them to begin with and find no use for them in a story
Talents: organization, fixing things, not a procrastinator
Friends: family, husband, servants (especially Lamorna, Tressa, and Mrs. Hampton – for a while), friends where she grew up and school
Relatives: parents, brother
Enemies: Mr. Winters, Mrs. Hampton, husband’s family
As seen by others: Amusing with her revolutionary ideas and works, although this becomes annoying after a while to her peers. Most servants adore her.
As seen by self: Very good and admirable person, perhaps a martyr at times, revolutionary
Scars: none
Tattoos, piercings: She is a Victorian lady! If anything earrings, although she could use clip ons
Salary: rent from tenants of her late husband, interest
Correspondence: ??? Letters and telegrams?


I was seated in my sitting room as tea was being served for Mrs. Hampton and myself. She did not understand my ideas for reforming the household.

“A half a day off a week is certainly enough, plus Sunday mornings at church,” she explained.

“Yes, but did Our Lord not say to rest one day out of seven? I am sure that included servants. As for church on Sunday mornings, there is not enough room for the servants to ride in carriages and most of them have to walk a great distance. That seems more like labor than rest.”

“But Madam, that is the way it is done. Anything else would be lax.”

“Would it be lax? Would not our servants be more efficient in their work if they were given more refreshment?”

Lamorna was in the room serving the tea and I turned to her and asked, “Lamorna, how long to you usually sleep at night?”

Lamorna seemed to jump at my question and blushed as servants used to living this way were prone to do when asked a question straight on. “It depends on when my duties are finished, Madam.”

“On average, how many hours would you say you sleep?”

“Perhaps five or six, Madam, but that is plenty for me.”

Mrs. Hampton nodded her head. “See? Servants don’t need as much sleep as you do.”

“Perhaps she was lying to spare my feelings. Servants are trained not to talk back in any way to their masters.” I turned back to Lamorna. “Were you being entirely truthful, Lamorna? Is that adequate sleep for you? Would you like any more?”

I do not believe she had stopped blushing the entire time and turned a shade redder. “Yes, Madam, it is perfectly fine.” She dipped a curtsey and slipped out of the room as though a dog were nipping at her heels.