Martha L. Jones. The personification of Washington DC. The tomboy with long brown hair and some of the brightest and liveliest blue secret theater and science nerd. The bubbly, happy-go-lucky girl.

Martha L. Jones. The hunter feared by the same beasts she pretends she fears in the faces of others. The girl who covers her wounds in the makeup she claims to hate and constantly says "I just tripped."

A girl who promised to keep her lives separate, keep both sides safe no matter the personal damage. Who knew she couldn't be normal, but try her best to pretend she was. For the sake of the others. Only two people knew. Her older brother Alfred, of course, and her 2p, because she once followed her while she was on a hunt. A pure accident, and they weren't rivals in any way. Just well hidden friends. She thought she could hide the charade. She tried to keep up the charade, until someone got possessed. /span/p