Jenny has impish features, punctuated by a dark mole well above her lip and an inch away from the right side of her nose.  Her dark hair is quite long and softly curled.  She is quite pale skinned.  Her body is small, fit and well curved at 120 pounds.

At home, she is often found in a maid's uniform, right down to the little cap.  This is all just part of a ruse though, as she only pretends to be a servant to keep herself out of jail for her unusual choice of Wife.  In her free time, she's more likely to be found in wistful drawing room clothes.  Her favorite, though, her absolute favorite is the outfit her wife bought her to go adventuring in.  It is sleek, black, and strong.  Silk and leather.  It most shockingly has no skirt to it, leaving her legs free to run and her arms to fight.  She can often be found with a sword strapped to her hip.

Last but not least, she can occasionally be caught in a lady's riding costume, the reasons for which shall be left to the imagination of the reader.

Jenny is a wolf in sheep's clothing.  A wild spirit with big doe eyes.  Happiness is her default state, what with her Wife being such a catch.  Jenny loves deeply and is very devoted.  She does just love to shock people, given the opportunity, flaunting her unconventional ways at the right moments to get a reaction without being sent to jail.  She is quite confident in all of her choices. The choice to love. The choice to kill. 

Although she has no real fear that her wife will leave her, she enjoys the opportunity to be sharp with Vastra when the Lizard's eye goes wondering after some pretty girl.

Jenny Flint was ostracized early from her family for her unseemly behavior.  As far away from her parents she's gotten, she can't get away from her thick cockney accent.  All her years she has strove against what society has expected from her, instead doing exactly what she wanted to do.  Perhaps a maid by day because she must, but at night she has always been prone to sticking her pert little nose where it doesn't belong.

Then she cane across Vastra.  Vastra, in fact, ready to go in for a kill.  Worried both for the one about to be dead, and that Vastra might wind up in prison, she promised to tell story after story to her night after night as long as the Lizard Woman wouldn't kill.

"Very nice," Vastra would say at the end of the night "But I'll probably eat you tomorrow."  Needless to say, Jenny was not eaten, and in fact had found herself a wife.

Since then she's learned to fight well, both with her bare hands and with a sword.  Not just enough to protect herself, but well enough to protect others.  Somewhere along the way she met a Time Lord and his family, and got them out of a very messy situation.  The Doctor, as the Time Lord is known, gets into even more trouble than her wife.

And there is nothing like fighting by her side.

Jenny loved slipping through the night this way.  Sword on her hip, sleek clothing made for fighting in, and her wife toying with the shadows ahead.  It seemed almost silly for the outfit Jenny wore to be black.  As if people wouldn't see her grinning ear to ear in the starlight, much less her pale face showing bright as you please.  She kept her hand on her pommel to keep it from making any noise as she walked, and looked forward to the day that she could manage a back-slung harness like her wife's.

They were quite near the post office before they had to slow down, on the look out for Billys.  There was one who came through every ten minutes or so.  It seemed, not now.  With a glance over at Vastra, she hurried up to the door and pulled out her lock pick set.  Down on one knee, she went to work.  Not to fast, Jenny, and not too slow, she said to herself.  Rushing never helped, and Vastra would let her know if the guard was coming back this way.  She felt the click and snick in her fingers, and got the tumbler turned.

Jenny stood and wiggled her eyebrows at her wife. pushing the door open with a couple of fingers.