Ainsley Rose Trenham Robinson
Portrayed By Kate Beckinsale
Gender Female
Date of Birth April 3, 1862
Age 22
Aliases ley
Place of Birth Breckland, County Norfolk, England
Occupation Writer
Known Relatives Mary Simmons (Mother), Launcelot Trenham (Father)
Husband Oliver Charles Robinson
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Ainsley Rose Trenham is an English rose of the purest kind. Born to Launcelot and Mary Trenham some 22 years ago in the town of Breckland in the county of Norfolk on the Eastern coast of England. The family was comfortable, though not wealthy, Launcelot a professor at University, mother was a librarian and instilled in their delightful daughter a craving for knowledge and a love of the English language, the beauty of both the spoken and written word.

As a young child, Ainsley could be found in their garden, beneath the tent of beanpoles writing poetry, stories of imaginings. She lived in the dreams from her mind, giving her an other-worldly and at times ethereal appeal. Large brown eyes, dark hair and beauteous skin of finest cream. Her childhood was unremarkable, though filled with love. She was a renaissance young woman in the modern setting of the 1800s. Her head was constantly filled with stories of knights and damsels in distress, of queens and kings. Ainsley was well-educated and was never seen without a proper escort, a hair out of place of a moue of displeasure to cloud her sunny disposition.

Her parents tried to hold out hope for a betrothal for their dear Ainsley, though none was forthcoming, for she was a bookworm and had built a secure wealth of dreams around her to cushion herself from life's disappointments, from broken hearts and tears to failed dreams. Her parents comfort and support were seemingly unending until just two years ago when an accident took them both from her in a single moment, leaving her orphaned and alone, for the first time so rudderless that even her stories could not save her from the sore grief which threatened to overwhelm her. For months she poured her soul into remembrances of times spent with her beloved family and it was her father's sister Elisabeth who reached out to bring her cherished niece if not to reality at least once more into the tender insulation of one who loved her unconditionally.

Once reading her stories, Elisabeth contacted a friend in the publishing business who, upon receipt of the young woman's manuscript, was so enamored of her prose that he sought publication immediately and Ainsley soon found herself a rather minor cause célèbre, the limelight unsought. Her series of children's stories, centered on the tales of a small mouse named Brigite and her daring exploits soon captured the hearts of those reading of the provocative deeds. And if one read closely, they could see Ainsley's desire to become more than she felt she was, in each page. Where Brigite was courageous, the author was not, beautiful, Ainsley felt mousy; bold to the young woman's timidity.

Upon reaching her 21st birthday, Aunt Elisabeth gifted her with a trip to the Americas under the guise of a research junket, when in reality it was prayed she would meet the man of her dreams. Thus far, Ainsley has visited the hallowed halls of the Capital, the fields which ran with blood during the War Between the States, New York City, Chicago and as she proceeds towards San Francisco, the train has stopped in the small town of Cimmaron, New Mexico, where Brigite's creator's head is filled to overflowing with possible adventures for the traveling souris of yore.


  • “Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”
  • To sketch the events of her day and place them in book that is later bound. She now possesses some 80 books.
  • To imagine the adventures of her little mouse heroine, Brigite'.
  • Solitude and quiet (so she thinks)


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