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Josephine Margaret Gwin
◬ A G E ◬
19
◬ S E X U A L I T Y◬
Heterosexual
◬ L I K E S◬
Smashing things repeatedly
◬ D I S L I K E S◬
Pretty much every person she's ever met. And dogs.
◬ P E R S O N A L I T Y◬
Cute? Perhaps. But the moment you see past those sapphire eyes, you meet a maleficent glance from nothing more than a hot-tempered little girl. Honestly, she is a good person at heart. Perhaps in the heat of things, she loses her way and runs hand-in-hand with her indignant personality. Past the psychotic dwelling anger of a young adult with a critical past, you'll find a spirited child at heart. She adores fashion, and is often faced with an inclining obsession with bunnies and the likes. However, piss her off and you'll never hear the end of it. And she's got more to say than you can imagine.


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Fresh from adulthood, she bears the body of a 16 year old. Though if you dare to tell her that to her face, expect a broken jaw, or in the very least, some unpleasant bruises. Rivers of long pearl hair frame her brittle physique, flowing in locks of straight silk that stop at her hips. She wears nothing but dresses, as she hates the restrictive binding of pants. Remarkable blue eyes blink under a lengthy wall of thick lashes, and the innocence displayed on her winsome face could draw in even the most heartless buffoons.
Guild Brand location: Just above her outer right ankle.
Her weapon of choice is a simple blunt mace, with intricate custom carvings on the handle. Though she can't deal damage with a magical spell, she refuses to sit back and watch the battles go by. Josephine is keen in combat, and focuses the majority of her rage and disparity through her mace. Her ability to bring down a target is noteworthy, especially coming from such a feeble body.

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Josephine has the ability to heal and restore one's physical health, by focusing her power on the source of the injury. This can include the ability to adjust and mend bones, muscle and tissue.
Healing takes it's toll. She is only capable of healing a person's health to the extent of her own. Using her power too often, or for too long could save a person, but would ultimately kill her. Her powers have no affect on scars or terminal illnesses, and if a person has far too many injuries, she may not be able to focus her power on them all.


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✗ Josephine was born a mage, and discovered her powers at 8 years old. Her despair began one evening during a family trip back from a relative's house. As was expected on a snowy day, the ice was slick and unprepared for the frozen terrain, the car collided into a semi-truck traveling the opposite direction. Josephine's younger brother, Ethan passed away immediately. The snow was dampened with splotches of red, like a pen broken over clean paper. It was a sight that would linger in her mind forever. Josephine's father was unresponsive, and was taken away in critical condition. She and her mother were the only ones capable of walking away from the accident. Heart broken by the loss of her only son, Josephines mother turned to alcohol to sooth the unbearable pain. Josephine was left alone to care for her mother after drunken outings, or when she became sick and passed out in the kitchen, as she did most nights.
Afraid and desperate, Josephine left the house empty one day and traveled a great distance to the hospital that her father stayed at. He remained in a vegetative state during a great majority of her visits. Often, Jo would hold his hand - something she wasn't used to, coming up in such a dispassionate family. However, one day in particular, her mothers lashing had left her with a brutal emotional scar. She prayed for her father to wake up, and with his hand held tightly in hers, she felt a physical serge leave her body and envelope him in energy. When she opened her eyes, he was awake, alive and staring at her with a groggy and confused expression.
She told her mother about the experience, and after many attempts to persuade her, she managed to instill the idea into her mind by bringing back an entire jaw of lady bugs that had been suffocated minutes before. How ever, the reaction she had gotten was not the one she was looking for. Her mother lashed out at her, demanding an explanation as to why she couldn't save her own brother's life. "You kill Ethan!" She'd scream at the top of her lungs, tossing empty wine bottles at the frightened young girl. Her mother was leaning on the verge of insanity, and after only a month out of the hospital, her father took his belongings and left his daughter behind. She was referred to as the "devil child" and locked in the family cellar with no food our water for 3 days. It wasn't long before she was found, her mother strung out dead along their family's pricey Victorian sofa.
For years, Josephine managed to live off of wages collected from working in fast food. From there, she was offered a job as a commercial actress. And as quickly as her young career had escalated, it soon plummeted too, leaving her homeless and broke. She was directed to a local guild - one that took shelter in an abandoned warehouse. They told her she'd have food and warmth, which was all she could ask for. In return, she'd get to vent her anger in training and guild battles. Soon, all of the pain that she had collected during her struggle would be unleashed, and all in fair sport. She was awarded a mace, created specifically for her body type. It was heavy, but it fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. She trained for hours upon hours, building her physical endurance. Though she was expected to step into the cowardly shoes of her support role, she refused to practice her healing capability and continued her physical training. However, regardless of her efforts, she was never able to overpower her peers in a friendly duel - something that etched a sorrowful inscription on her already-wounded pride.