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♠ Betsy Greenrose is 30 years old and is often confused with Gillian Jacobs. She is Open.

“I don’t know… I only moved here recently. It’s horrible… that’s all I can say.”

→ Background

Betsy was born and raised on a farm in Gloucestershire. She was an all-round farmer’s daughter, up at five every morning to milk the cows and collect the eggs, and she was home schooled by her father who took great pride in teaching her everything he knew. Betsy looked up to her father very much and loved her life. She didn’t have a great many friends considering she never went to school and spent a lot of time helping out around the farm but it didn’t ever truly bother her. She preferred the animals on the farm to people anyway and it wasn’t like anybody thought she was strange or anything. She was just… the farmer’s daughter. She went to the village every day to buy the paper for her grandfather and her life was incredibly normal. Until her mother came sniffing around. Her father and her mother had split up shortly after Betsy was born (before her father moved her from Baberton to the family farm) after her father had found out about her mother’s pill addiction and sent her to rehab. She wasn’t over it at all but she fought for custody and, after an emotional court battle, the judge granted her sole custody of her daughter and Betsy was torn away from the only two people she’d ever known and loved. She was heartbroken and that was the beginning of the downward spiral that was to become her life.

Her mother took her away to her Blackpool home and the whole place was everything that Betsy wasn’t used to. She liked it at first, it was like a holiday, but she soon grew to hate the lights and the music. She missed her grandfather and father terribly and would constantly ask when she could go home and see the animals again, which only annoyed her mother (not that Betsy ever saw the woman as her mother) and the woman eventually ignored the question and went back to popping her pills. Betsy was sent to public school, where the kids were cruel and the teachers really didn’t care enough and Betsy became more and more upset, slipping into a depression that she didn’t know how to climb out of. She hated not feeling happy and she longed for green fields and forests. When the news of her grandfather’s death reached her, at the age of nineteen, Betsy decided that enough was enough and she left Blackpool on a train and never looked back. Her mother overdosed that same night but she didn’t hear about it for many years after. She went back to Gloucestershire for her grandfather’s funeral and her father was overjoyed to see her again. Betsy was happy too… somewhat. The overwhelming sense of depression at being picked on by her peers and mistreated by her mother wasn’t something that could be lifted simply by coming back to the familiar peacefulness of the farm. She didn’t say a word about it though, knowing her father was saddened by the death of his own dad and she didn’t want to make the reunion feel worse. Betsy struggled in silence, as she would do for the rest of her life.

The day her father himself died, in an accident on the farm, was the day Betsy lost all hope. She was in the process of graduating from university after studying to become a veterinarian and he had been so proud of her… then, just like that, he was gone. The only person she had left in the world. Betsy didn’t know how to cope. She locked herself away inside the farmhouse, wrapped up in her father’s old jumper, staring at the walls. Nobody could shake her out of it, not even her beloved dog Bruno. The farmhands were all terribly worried but, if it weren’t for them, the farm would have collapsed altogether.

→ Back to Baberton

Betsy, to this day, is still an incredibly sad person. She just doesn’t know how to… stop feeling so hopeless. She hasn’t ever truly dealt with any of the things from her past and she has definitely never dealt with the death of her father. She just… suddenly snapped out of her zombie-like state one day and packed up all her things and began looking for somewhere else to live. She settled on Baberton, where her father is originally from and she has some distant family in the Ford family. It was far enough away to try and forget her grief. It was a little bigger than her old village but it wasn’t anything like Blackpool. Baberton was pretty and had a close-knit feel despite its size. Betsy liked it right away and she took to exploring the place as soon as she could, introducing herself to the Ford’s, who seem quite happy to have discovered this distant cousin or something so suddenly… though she clams up whenever somebody asks about her past. Questions like where she grew up are ones to be avoided.

She works in the local veterinarians and loves her job more than anything. She has a habit of throwing herself into her work to try and avoid her sadness but that’s never wise. Avoiding problems doesn’t make them go away, after all, and Betsy’s worried that she’s going to crack. She just doesn’t think that her problems are big or important enough to be taken seriously and prefers to keep them to herself. Other people are going through much worse, after all. Especially with this town having been dubbed murderville by a lot of newspaper outlets.

→ What’s Her Secret?

While she lived in Blackpool, her mother used to allow men to come into the house and sexually abuse her in return for pills because her mother didn’t have the money to fund her habit. This is probably the only reason she wanted custody of her daughter in the first place and Betsy became increasingly disgusted with herself, feeling that she was in the wrong for allowing it. In truth, she was just an innocent child being taken advantage of by the person who was supposed to protect her. The day she got on the train for Gloucestershire, she crushed some pills up in her mother’s alcohol bottle. Too much, obviously, and this is the reason her mother overdosed. Honestly, she’d only meant to knock her out cold so she wouldn’t try and look for her until she was long gone but Betsy hasn’t ever really felt guilty even though she knows now that she’s the reason the woman is dead. After all… why should she feel guilty for getting rid of a monster?

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♠ Betsy Greenrose is 30 years old and is often confused with Gillian Jacobs. She is Open.

“I don’t know… I only moved here recently. It’s horrible… that’s all I can say.”

→ Background

Betsy was born and raised on a farm in Gloucestershire. She was an all-round farmer’s daughter, up at five every morning to milk the cows and collect the eggs, and she was home schooled by her father who took great pride in teaching her everything he knew. Betsy looked up to her father very much and loved her life. She didn’t have a great many friends considering she never went to school and spent a lot of time helping out around the farm but it didn’t ever truly bother her. She preferred the animals on the farm to people anyway and it wasn’t like anybody thought she was strange or anything. She was just… the farmer’s daughter. She went to the village every day to buy the paper for her grandfather and her life was incredibly normal. Until her mother came sniffing around. Her father and her mother had split up shortly after Betsy was born (before her father moved her from Baberton to the family farm) after her father had found out about her mother’s pill addiction and sent her to rehab. She wasn’t over it at all but she fought for custody and, after an emotional court battle, the judge granted her sole custody of her daughter and Betsy was torn away from the only two people she’d ever known and loved. She was heartbroken and that was the beginning of the downward spiral that was to become her life.

Her mother took her away to her Blackpool home and the whole place was everything that Betsy wasn’t used to. She liked it at first, it was like a holiday, but she soon grew to hate the lights and the music. She missed her grandfather and father terribly and would constantly ask when she could go home and see the animals again, which only annoyed her mother (not that Betsy ever saw the woman as her mother) and the woman eventually ignored the question and went back to popping her pills. Betsy was sent to public school, where the kids were cruel and the teachers really didn’t care enough and Betsy became more and more upset, slipping into a depression that she didn’t know how to climb out of. She hated not feeling happy and she longed for green fields and forests. When the news of her grandfather’s death reached her, at the age of nineteen, Betsy decided that enough was enough and she left Blackpool on a train and never looked back. Her mother overdosed that same night but she didn’t hear about it for many years after. She went back to Gloucestershire for her grandfather’s funeral and her father was overjoyed to see her again. Betsy was happy too… somewhat. The overwhelming sense of depression at being picked on by her peers and mistreated by her mother wasn’t something that could be lifted simply by coming back to the familiar peacefulness of the farm. She didn’t say a word about it though, knowing her father was saddened by the death of his own dad and she didn’t want to make the reunion feel worse. Betsy struggled in silence, as she would do for the rest of her life.

The day her father himself died, in an accident on the farm, was the day Betsy lost all hope. She was in the process of graduating from university after studying to become a veterinarian and he had been so proud of her… then, just like that, he was gone. The only person she had left in the world. Betsy didn’t know how to cope. She locked herself away inside the farmhouse, wrapped up in her father’s old jumper, staring at the walls. Nobody could shake her out of it, not even her beloved dog Bruno. The farmhands were all terribly worried but, if it weren’t for them, the farm would have collapsed altogether.

→ Back to Baberton

Betsy, to this day, is still an incredibly sad person. She just doesn’t know how to… stop feeling so hopeless. She hasn’t ever truly dealt with any of the things from her past and she has definitely never dealt with the death of her father. She just… suddenly snapped out of her zombie-like state one day and packed up all her things and began looking for somewhere else to live. She settled on Baberton, where her father is originally from and she has some distant family in the Ford family. It was far enough away to try and forget her grief. It was a little bigger than her old village but it wasn’t anything like Blackpool. Baberton was pretty and had a close-knit feel despite its size. Betsy liked it right away and she took to exploring the place as soon as she could, introducing herself to the Ford’s, who seem quite happy to have discovered this distant cousin or something so suddenly… though she clams up whenever somebody asks about her past. Questions like where she grew up are ones to be avoided.

She works in the local veterinarians and loves her job more than anything. She has a habit of throwing herself into her work to try and avoid her sadness but that’s never wise. Avoiding problems doesn’t make them go away, after all, and Betsy’s worried that she’s going to crack. She just doesn’t think that her problems are big or important enough to be taken seriously and prefers to keep them to herself. Other people are going through much worse, after all. Especially with this town having been dubbed murderville by a lot of newspaper outlets.

→ What’s Her Secret?

While she lived in Blackpool, her mother used to allow men to come into the house and sexually abuse her in return for pills because her mother didn’t have the money to fund her habit. This is probably the only reason she wanted custody of her daughter in the first place and Betsy became increasingly disgusted with herself, feeling that she was in the wrong for allowing it. In truth, she was just an innocent child being taken advantage of by the person who was supposed to protect her. The day she got on the train for Gloucestershire, she crushed some pills up in her mother’s alcohol bottle. Too much, obviously, and this is the reason her mother overdosed. Honestly, she’d only meant to knock her out cold so she wouldn’t try and look for her until she was long gone but Betsy hasn’t ever really felt guilty even though she knows now that she’s the reason the woman is dead. After all… why should she feel guilty for getting rid of a monster?

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♠ Betsy Greenrose is 30 years old and is often confused with Gillian Jacobs. She is Open.

“I don’t know… I only moved here recently. It’s horrible… that’s all I can say.”

→ Background

Betsy was born and raised on a farm in Gloucestershire. She was an all-round farmer’s daughter, up at five every morning to milk the cows and collect the eggs, and she was home schooled by her father who took great pride in teaching her everything he knew. Betsy looked up to her father very much and loved her life. She didn’t have a great many friends considering she never went to school and spent a lot of time helping out around the farm but it didn’t ever truly bother her. She preferred the animals on the farm to people anyway and it wasn’t like anybody thought she was strange or anything. She was just… the farmer’s daughter. She went to the village every day to buy the paper for her grandfather and her life was incredibly normal. Until her mother came sniffing around. Her father and her mother had split up shortly after Betsy was born (before her father moved her from Baberton to the family farm) after her father had found out about her mother’s pill addiction and sent her to rehab. She wasn’t over it at all but she fought for custody and, after an emotional court battle, the judge granted her sole custody of her daughter and Betsy was torn away from the only two people she’d ever known and loved. She was heartbroken and that was the beginning of the downward spiral that was to become her life.

Her mother took her away to her Blackpool home and the whole place was everything that Betsy wasn’t used to. She liked it at first, it was like a holiday, but she soon grew to hate the lights and the music. She missed her grandfather and father terribly and would constantly ask when she could go home and see the animals again, which only annoyed her mother (not that Betsy ever saw the woman as her mother) and the woman eventually ignored the question and went back to popping her pills. Betsy was sent to public school, where the kids were cruel and the teachers really didn’t care enough and Betsy became more and more upset, slipping into a depression that she didn’t know how to climb out of. She hated not feeling happy and she longed for green fields and forests. When the news of her grandfather’s death reached her, at the age of nineteen, Betsy decided that enough was enough and she left Blackpool on a train and never looked back. Her mother overdosed that same night but she didn’t hear about it for many years after. She went back to Gloucestershire for her grandfather’s funeral and her father was overjoyed to see her again. Betsy was happy too… somewhat. The overwhelming sense of depression at being picked on by her peers and mistreated by her mother wasn’t something that could be lifted simply by coming back to the familiar peacefulness of the farm. She didn’t say a word about it though, knowing her father was saddened by the death of his own dad and she didn’t want to make the reunion feel worse. Betsy struggled in silence, as she would do for the rest of her life.

The day her father himself died, in an accident on the farm, was the day Betsy lost all hope. She was in the process of graduating from university after studying to become a veterinarian and he had been so proud of her… then, just like that, he was gone. The only person she had left in the world. Betsy didn’t know how to cope. She locked herself away inside the farmhouse, wrapped up in her father’s old jumper, staring at the walls. Nobody could shake her out of it, not even her beloved dog Bruno. The farmhands were all terribly worried but, if it weren’t for them, the farm would have collapsed altogether.

→ Back to Baberton

Betsy, to this day, is still an incredibly sad person. She just doesn’t know how to… stop feeling so hopeless. She hasn’t ever truly dealt with any of the things from her past and she has definitely never dealt with the death of her father. She just… suddenly snapped out of her zombie-like state one day and packed up all her things and began looking for somewhere else to live. She settled on Baberton, where her father is originally from and she has some distant family in the Ford family. It was far enough away to try and forget her grief. It was a little bigger than her old village but it wasn’t anything like Blackpool. Baberton was pretty and had a close-knit feel despite its size. Betsy liked it right away and she took to exploring the place as soon as she could, introducing herself to the Ford’s, who seem quite happy to have discovered this distant cousin or something so suddenly… though she clams up whenever somebody asks about her past. Questions like where she grew up are ones to be avoided.

She works in the local veterinarians and loves her job more than anything. She has a habit of throwing herself into her work to try and avoid her sadness but that’s never wise. Avoiding problems doesn’t make them go away, after all, and Betsy’s worried that she’s going to crack. She just doesn’t think that her problems are big or important enough to be taken seriously and prefers to keep them to herself. Other people are going through much worse, after all. Especially with this town having been dubbed murderville by a lot of newspaper outlets.

→ What’s Her Secret?

While she lived in Blackpool, her mother used to allow men to come into the house and sexually abuse her in return for pills because her mother didn’t have the money to fund her habit. This is probably the only reason she wanted custody of her daughter in the first place and Betsy became increasingly disgusted with herself, feeling that she was in the wrong for allowing it. In truth, she was just an innocent child being taken advantage of by the person who was supposed to protect her. The day she got on the train for Gloucestershire, she crushed some pills up in her mother’s alcohol bottle. Too much, obviously, and this is the reason her mother overdosed. Honestly, she’d only meant to knock her out cold so she wouldn’t try and look for her until she was long gone but Betsy hasn’t ever really felt guilty even though she knows now that she’s the reason the woman is dead. After all… why should she feel guilty for getting rid of a monster?

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