Sarah Jane

Sarah Jane is the enforcer for the Loyal League. She keeps a series of pacts with the girls in the brothel so that she’s never short of covers, even if she has to go loud.

If someone or something draws Mother Damnable’s attention sufficiently, Sarah Jane is the one to eliminate the problem.

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Background


Sarah Jane’s lost count of the number of people she’s been. Once upon a time she wasn’t anybody at all, just a force of sheer destruction in battle, designed and implemented to clear away entire companies of men when need be. Some witnesses called her a Valkyrie, but she never harvested the souls she took. She left them where she found them. Death was all she was created to give. That was all she needed, until the day when her orders had her destroy a company of men that was meant to be spared. The resultant conflict in her orders caused her to be confused, and in that confusion she Fell.

Sarah Jane didn’t start out in 1889. Directionless, she drifted from place to place and eventually from time to time, finding solace in Covers of young women who were rarely expected to fight and always underestimated when they did.

She resides now in Mother Damnable’s hotel. She is never less than 15 years of age and never more than 25, in the company of the brothel girls but never one of them, switching from girl to girl as the years pass and the need arises: all of them as Sarah Jane. She likes it here. It’s a chance to be free of the God-Machine, and she is more than willing to do some dirty work on occasion to keep things the way they are.

Description


Sarah Jane is a young woman, commonly pretty, with vacant eyes and a breathy voice. Her dark hair is mussed, and she has dark circles under her eyes. Her body is thin, as though she eats too little and smokes opium too much. She wears camisoles and bloomers and petticoats and silk robes, as though she can’t be bothered to fully dress — and never a corset. She says it just gets in the way.

In demonic form, Sarah Jane’s waif-like frame is replaced with a winged avenger composed of metal and light. The oscillating glow that surrounds her makes her difficult to see, but observers can make out a roughly humanoid form with long harpy-like talons on all four limbs, ready to rend and tear in any direction.

She doesn’t have a sense of mercy or better qualities to appeal to; she does her job and then goes back to ignoring everything else until called on again.

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