Harriet Ann Richardson

[Harriet Ann Richardson]

HARRIET ANN RICHARDSON

Name: Harriet Ann Richardson
Age: Nineteen
Title: Hoity-Toity, Brooklyn Resident
Family Members:

• Olivia Elizabeth Richardson, mother
  
• James Thomas Richardson, father
  
• Jordan "Runner" Richardson, brother/newsie

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Harriet is a stern girl. She's strict as hell, and prefers herself to be that way. Being raised in her lifestyle, that was what was expected of young woman. But, with her strict and stern nature, there came rebellion. She was opposed to woman being powerless, and always tried to silently fight against it. She's the one to abide by the rules, but will secretly break a few.

Curiosity runs through her veins, and its something she has to try and suppress. Harriet loves learning; anything appeals to her. Math, science, art, literature, reading, writing, politics, anything. She was quite the scholar when she was a student. Another thing that added to her being advanced in school was her ambition. One thing you can recognize instantly with Harriet is her ambition. Once she has a goal set, nothing can hold her back.

Witty is another word one could use to describe Harriet. Clever, witty and wise. Its an odd combination, but it thoroughly describes her. One other thing about Harriet is what she values; respect. Being raised as a hoity-toity, she prefers for people to ask "Now what?" as opposed to "So what?" That also addresses one of her biggest flaws; at times, Harriet can be rather uptight. She isn't fussy about her looks in any way, but she is uptight. Uptight and stubborn as hell.

H I S T O R Y

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Originally from Queens, Harriet was born into a life of prestige. Her family was wealthy. Extrodinarily wealthy. Anything she wanted was there; all she had to do was ask for it. However, this was never her forte. Sure, she was grateful for what she had, but she wanted the satisfaction of being rewarded for doing something right. Not being given everything for no reason. Her mother was a strict woman- and not all that intelligent. She loved her daughter, but wasn't a big fan of her son, James.

James was a troublemaker. Even from a young age, he always got his head buried into things he shouldn't have. Tired of being told what to do, he ran off to Brooklyn, becoming a newsie. However, he kept in secret contact with Harriet; his little sister, who was six at the time when he ran away at age 15. They'd meet up in Brooklyn at least once a month, and he'd send her letters.

Harriet began to wonder even more and more about the Newsies. Her brother had told her all he could- about Trash, this tiny group of people called rats, and of lady; but it wasn't enough to satisfy her thirst about them. The Queens Newsies were a tiny group; she'd see them daily, but never purchased a paper from them. Rather, she just watched silently.

One day when, the letters stopped coming. She went to Brooklyn- the lodging house herself. It wasn't a welcoming crowd, especially to a hoity-toity. The bottom line was that her brother was gone. Not dead, he just packed up and left.

Years passed by without any sign from him; so, when she was old enough, Harriet packed up and moved to a rather nice place in Brooklyn. No spouse for her; she rejected the idea of an arranged marriage, much to her mother's dismay.

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