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Name: Jolina 'Jo' L. Persinette
Gender: Female, mentally and physically.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Biography: Jo was born to a cocaine-high mother and an actually decent father. He was in the Navy and constantly gone, day in and day out, which meant her mother was lonely and pathetic. She raised Jo on corn dogs and only fed her decent meals when her father returned home. School was a constant struggle due to her vapid home life and she got into too many fights out of boredom. She managed to pass elementary a school with low 'N's' and she got into middle school with the same demeanor. Snore through classes, bullshit the work, and defend herself from the bitches that pranced around with money and Smuckers Starburst Chapstick on their lips.
Eventually, her mother was busted for dealing and makingheroine slash marijuana. She was given jail time and a Drug-Use rehabilitation course. Her father came home and divorced her mother, taking little Jo to Kansas where her Grandparents lived. A tutor was hired and Jo somewhat got better in her school work, even going as far as joing an art club after school. In highschool, she was a straight 'A' and 'B' student despite it all, making her father the proudest man when she walked across the stage in a special gold one to get her diploma.
She moved a few towns over after that. Getting a job, buying a car, and finding a small condo to stay in for the time being. Jo was a dreamer and she really wanted to travel the world like any other girl. She was a free-lance artist and she sold some of her work for extra money, which she saved up to get a ticket to Italy.
Jo is tough, but peaceful, not getting into conflicts anymore because she is in tune with her Chakras and enjoys helping others instead of hurting. When you tick her off though she can be your worst nightmare. Revenge is practically her middle name, whether its serious or just a simple prank. She is now incredibly lazy since graduating from highschool and has been fired seven different times in two years. Her recent employer has threatened to fire her for a few months now, but it's her Grandpa, he can't just fire her. In all, Jo is impulsive, cunning, cocky, lazy, selfish, and all around full of knowledge that nobody gives a shit about.
Sample: It was Monday, the day when Jo's favorite magic shop got their deliveries. Just last week she had ordered yetanother deck of Tarot Cards as well as a new Ouiji board since the last had been tossed out her window. This story will be saved for another time, but she would be lying if she said her anger had dissipated.
She pressed her fingers against the glass door, sending a shrill "BRIIIIINNNNNNG" throughout the cluttered shop. There were stacks and stacks of books piled in every corner, packs of whoopie cushions hanging on their own wall, and even little marionettes hanging beside the cash register. The air smelt of years worth of dust and the mahogany floor did not look mahogany anymore. "Al?" Jo called out, cupping her hand around her mouth and looking around some shelves. Al was the shop owner and he was the only one that worked her, which meant he had her packages as well as the local gossip. He may not get many customers, but he did reside near the two elder woman that owned the cupcake store across the way and they did have a lot to say.
"Yes? Jolina is that you-hoo-hoo?" The man's voice was scratchy yet warm, bouncing off the walls as he hopped out behind the counter from the back room and gave Jo a bone crushing hug. "Yeah, it's uh me!" Jo squeaked at the old man's strength and then took a deep breathe as he backed away.
"Your package is here! Your package is here! Fresh out the truck darling..." Al hobbled behind the counter again and fished out a semi-large box from the cluttered space. He dropped it on the counter and twiddled his fingers happily, a grin so wide across his wrinkled face that Jo thought he may have froze like that. She grabbed the box and thanked him kindly, asking about anything new that he may have heard from Marge and Linda. Sadly, he shook his head no and offered her a free whoopie cushion instead.
This was like her tenth one this month, but that's okay. She was thinking of starting a collection actually. Jo grasped her box beneath her arm, rather disappointed, and said her goodbyes, pulling open the shop door and heading out into the Kansas sun.
Gender: Female, mentally and physically.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Description: Jo is tall and tough. The typical country girl you could say if you took a long, hard look at her tan skin, dirty boots, and fiery attitude. Her face is long and angular with dark blonde hair falling to her breasts. Her lips are always pulled taunt as if she's thinking hard or possibly planning something. She comes from an Irish family, but her mother married a European man and had her, despite her Grandfather's furrowed brows. She bites her lips whenever she's nervous and there is a strange four-claw claw swipe scar going down the left side of her neck. It's completely white and sort of upraised from her natural skin, it is constantly a turnoff to others. There is also a matching bite mark on her right thigh towards the side. Jo typically wears comfortable and ratty shirts covered in paint as well as ripped jeans or shorts and her trusty brown boots or sneakers if she feels up to finding socks. All her bracelets and rings means something or belong to someone else.
- Height: She is 5'7" and that may be as tall as she gets.
- Weight: About 145lbs, she used to do boxing.
- Hair Color: A dark and light blonde mixture.
- Eye Color: Honey brown.
Biography: Jo was born to a cocaine-high mother and an actually decent father. He was in the Navy and constantly gone, day in and day out, which meant her mother was lonely and pathetic. She raised Jo on corn dogs and only fed her decent meals when her father returned home. School was a constant struggle due to her vapid home life and she got into too many fights out of boredom. She managed to pass elementary a school with low 'N's' and she got into middle school with the same demeanor. Snore through classes, bullshit the work, and defend herself from the bitches that pranced around with money and Smuckers Starburst Chapstick on their lips.
Eventually, her mother was busted for dealing and makingheroine slash marijuana. She was given jail time and a Drug-Use rehabilitation course. Her father came home and divorced her mother, taking little Jo to Kansas where her Grandparents lived. A tutor was hired and Jo somewhat got better in her school work, even going as far as joing an art club after school. In highschool, she was a straight 'A' and 'B' student despite it all, making her father the proudest man when she walked across the stage in a special gold one to get her diploma.
She moved a few towns over after that. Getting a job, buying a car, and finding a small condo to stay in for the time being. Jo was a dreamer and she really wanted to travel the world like any other girl. She was a free-lance artist and she sold some of her work for extra money, which she saved up to get a ticket to Italy.
Jo is tough, but peaceful, not getting into conflicts anymore because she is in tune with her Chakras and enjoys helping others instead of hurting. When you tick her off though she can be your worst nightmare. Revenge is practically her middle name, whether its serious or just a simple prank. She is now incredibly lazy since graduating from highschool and has been fired seven different times in two years. Her recent employer has threatened to fire her for a few months now, but it's her Grandpa, he can't just fire her. In all, Jo is impulsive, cunning, cocky, lazy, selfish, and all around full of knowledge that nobody gives a shit about.
Sample: It was Monday, the day when Jo's favorite magic shop got their deliveries. Just last week she had ordered yetanother deck of Tarot Cards as well as a new Ouiji board since the last had been tossed out her window. This story will be saved for another time, but she would be lying if she said her anger had dissipated.
She pressed her fingers against the glass door, sending a shrill "BRIIIIINNNNNNG" throughout the cluttered shop. There were stacks and stacks of books piled in every corner, packs of whoopie cushions hanging on their own wall, and even little marionettes hanging beside the cash register. The air smelt of years worth of dust and the mahogany floor did not look mahogany anymore. "Al?" Jo called out, cupping her hand around her mouth and looking around some shelves. Al was the shop owner and he was the only one that worked her, which meant he had her packages as well as the local gossip. He may not get many customers, but he did reside near the two elder woman that owned the cupcake store across the way and they did have a lot to say.
"Yes? Jolina is that you-hoo-hoo?" The man's voice was scratchy yet warm, bouncing off the walls as he hopped out behind the counter from the back room and gave Jo a bone crushing hug. "Yeah, it's uh me!" Jo squeaked at the old man's strength and then took a deep breathe as he backed away.
"Your package is here! Your package is here! Fresh out the truck darling..." Al hobbled behind the counter again and fished out a semi-large box from the cluttered space. He dropped it on the counter and twiddled his fingers happily, a grin so wide across his wrinkled face that Jo thought he may have froze like that. She grabbed the box and thanked him kindly, asking about anything new that he may have heard from Marge and Linda. Sadly, he shook his head no and offered her a free whoopie cushion instead.
This was like her tenth one this month, but that's okay. She was thinking of starting a collection actually. Jo grasped her box beneath her arm, rather disappointed, and said her goodbyes, pulling open the shop door and heading out into the Kansas sun.
