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Josie Hawthorne | Age 20
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Jam session with Josie and her older sister, Lily.
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Fireside moments to reflect on the day.
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Shit is about to get real.
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Unfortunate Circumstances
There wasn’t a whole lot to love about Valentine for Josie. It was an unfortunate circumstance that both her parents frequented the place and she was known by more than a few faces. This particular day, her sister had some business in the Saloon so she took advantage of getting a room and a hot bath. After soaking her saddle sore arse in the steaming water until her hands were webbed, she decided to retire to a room and sneak in a nap in a bed, another luxury of not being at camp for a day.
She combed out her bronze locks and tied them back in a braid, changed into the new chemise she had purchased, and snuggled under the blankets. Feeling her body sink into the worn mattress, a soft sigh of relief escaped her.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her eyes popped open and she blinked wondering if someone was knocking at the door. She sat up on one elbow and listened.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She realized then the sound was not coming from the door, but the other side of the wall, directly behind her head. The sudden shrill moan made her teeth grit. All she wanted was a few hours peace while she slept in a real bed.
“Son of a bitch..” She cussed, yanking the pillow over her head, figuring it would be over in a few minutes. Men never lasted longer than that.
The pillow seemed to make the reverberation amplify and bring her blood to a boil. She shot up in the bed and her fist pounded on the wall with four loud raps to match her complaint.
SHUT - THE - FUCK – UP!
Silence followed. She scowled at the wall daring the couple to continue. The next warning would be bullets.
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A drink after a hard day of moonshining.
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Morning Sunshine
A shaft of sunlight sliced through the shadow of Josie’s A-frame. It crept toward her and bathed her face in warmth. Her eyes opened to blinding yellow pain. She rolled over with a groan, yanking her worn wool blanket over her face.
“It’s nearly noon,” a voice called from somewhere outside the tent.
Next thing she smelled was wet dog and she peeked from her blanket sanctuary to see her retriever, Teddy, standing over her, his pink tongue lolling in excited panting. Before she could dodge, his tongue caught her cheek, washing it with hot slobber.
“Ugh, Teddy!” she complained, “Pushing his head away from her. “Get!”
“You going to wake up today?”
She recognized the voice now. It was Frankie. He was always the first one up, brewing the days coffee, breakfast and tending horses. Josie was always the last one to wake, though she was usually the last one to fall asleep.
She threw the blankets off and sat up, yanking her chemise down that gathered high. “I’m up.” She admitted, in a gruff tone. She wished she was a morning person. She never saw the sunrise unless it was because she had not slept at all.
She pulled a pair of worn pants from the beaten chest next to her bed and smelled them. She picked up hints of grass and horse. ‘At least it wasn’t shit’ she thought before sliding them on her legs. She shoved her feet into her dirty black boots and pulled on her gun-belt before making her way to the stew pot where Frankie was currently breaking herbs and tossing them into the cauldron.
“Sleep well?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
She reached for the pot of coffee and found it empty. She set it down hard and squinted at Frankie, partially because she wasn’t awake and because the coffee was gone.
“Your sister and Cullen finished it off and went off to do business in Lemoyne.” he explained as he tossed the last of the herbs into the pot and brushed his hands on his pants.
She sighed and rose, moving to the table to grab her next fix. A pack of opened cigarettes and book of matches lay next to her sisters empty coffee cup and a few breakfast plates. She took one and lit it, drawing the days first smoke into her lungs. Frankie joined her and took a cigarette for himself. They remained silent for a time, puffing and thinking private thoughts.
“Got any trouble planned for today?” he asked, watching the stew pot.
“Not yet, but it’s early,” she said, drawing the last hit from her cigarette before stomping it out under the heel of her boot.
“You want some company?”
“Like you need to ask,” she answered, giving him a wry smile. He smiled back and it caught her off guard, making her blush some.
“I’ll ready the horses then,” he answered before heading off without another word.
She watched him go, exhaling and cursing silently. Crushes were stupid.
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Taking in Donner Falls with Stella.
Horse: Amber Champagne MFT
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New endeavors in Moonshine.
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Adventures in the Ambarino mountains.
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Josie Hawthorne Profile
General Character Name: Josephina Hawthorne
Nicknames: Josie, Jo-jo
Race: White
Gender: Female
Apparent age: Late teens
Actual age: 21
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Height: 5’4”
Build: Average
Skin tone/markings: Pale with pink hues, some freckling from exposure to the outdoors
Garments: Simple button down shirts, corsets, pants, and boots.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Bolt-Action Shotgun Profession-Specific: Bounty hunter, trader Social Personality: Outgoing, playful, risk-taker
Tone of voice: Excitable
Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral
Strengths/talents: Stubborn, risk-taker, loyal
Impairments: quick to anger, judgmental
Situational Your character-
• Finds an injured person on the road with no nearby attacker
o Ask them if they need help
• Finds an injured person on the road with their attacker nearby
o Observe and wait for an opportunity to assist
• Finds a rare item while on a journey or mission
o Sell it
• Has a splendid meal
o Have a smoke, a drink and then a nap
• Is asked a moderately involved favour of someone they are not very familiar with or close to
o What does it pay?
• Is confronted with a nigh-unbeatable foe
o Curse at them and shoot, flee as a second plan
• Is desperately low on money
o Borrow someone else’s money and maybe pay them back History
Parentage: Dehlia and Rudy Hawthorne
Early History: Josie’s parents met in Keane’s Saloon in Valentine. He was down on his luck and she was looking to get lucky. After a sordid affair, Delia ended up pregnant and Rudy’s wife found out and left him. He married Dehlia and the two settled down in a two-room shack in New Hanover, and attempted to build a life together. All Josie added was one more mouth to feed and she was raised by her older siblings while both parents gambled and drank away most of their earnings. Josie’s siblings left the home as soon as they were able, leaving her to her own devices. She began smoking and drinking at ten and fighting at twelve. She robbed to keep her stomach full and clothes on her back. By fourteen she was running with a gang of teens who had similar interests from Annesburg. They made money as runners, informants, horse thieves and moonshine smugglers.
Recent/current: She was on a downward spiral when her elder sister came to find her and pulled her from her own demise. She now rides with her and her posse, doing bounties for coin and generally making mischief where she finds it.
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Hard work and no play.
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Meet the Posse of Gents.
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