[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]she isn’t able to remember a time where she’s felt a motherly instinct. she hasn’t had anything to mother and never felt the need to seek out things to mother. joey has always been the one that everyone else watched after and took care of. and now, officially, shes being shoved into the role of a new mom. if being pregnant wasn’t traumatic enough for her self image and worth, setting aside the whole murder and blackmail situation, giving birth has been the worst thing to happen to her to date. as well, she felt so alone in it. her family were excited for a little niece or nephew, the father is uninterested, along with joey but it didn’t help, and outsiders seemed to also be excited for even more little fucking grubs.
joey can’t remember how long it took her to stop crying. she didn’t even want to hold it, when it was placed in her arms, joey cried even harder until someone else took it from her. apparently it’s a girl. she was asked about names, but she couldn’t even think, she didn’t want to name it; that felt like it was officially officially over, her life as she knows it, surrendering to being washed up single mother by accident. she begged to leave the little room, just wanting to forget and bury the events of the past few hours, deny it happened. finally, someone came to her bedside and offered her help to get up and head to her and max’s room. after getting out of the bed, joey pushed off her helper, wanting to be left alone and to do it herself. she started heading back to her room wordlessly, just tear stained cheeks. much to her dismay, her siblings do end up following behind with the little spawn.
the sound of cooing wakes her, causing a distressed and hitched breath leave her chest, face scrunched on the edge of crying. her siblings fawn over the little bundle in an old cot a few feet from her bed. the door’s open and the lights are dim, but still enough to have her squinting. she assumes they’ve invited people to meet her, but that sounds like the literal last thing she wants right now. a few tears spill out of her eyes and she turns her head away from the growing crowd in her room. “ can you guys do that somewhere else? “ she groans, covering her face with her hands. she receives some grief from her siblings which only pisses her off. she wipes her eyes and makes herself sit up, an intense scowl on her face with her jaw tight.
“ [color=#990000]welcome to my own personal hell! “ she mutters as a couple people file in, her green eyes rolling so far back into her head.
[spoiler=tags, updated 08/24/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ | joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. reaper of flintlock lodge .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat . assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&. five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&. [ 8/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy, demetri
↳ one english setter puppy, robin
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, unknown .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun .
&. mother to rosalie willa van doren, newborn . [/spoiler]
joey can’t remember how long it took her to stop crying. she didn’t even want to hold it, when it was placed in her arms, joey cried even harder until someone else took it from her. apparently it’s a girl. she was asked about names, but she couldn’t even think, she didn’t want to name it; that felt like it was officially officially over, her life as she knows it, surrendering to being washed up single mother by accident. she begged to leave the little room, just wanting to forget and bury the events of the past few hours, deny it happened. finally, someone came to her bedside and offered her help to get up and head to her and max’s room. after getting out of the bed, joey pushed off her helper, wanting to be left alone and to do it herself. she started heading back to her room wordlessly, just tear stained cheeks. much to her dismay, her siblings do end up following behind with the little spawn.
the sound of cooing wakes her, causing a distressed and hitched breath leave her chest, face scrunched on the edge of crying. her siblings fawn over the little bundle in an old cot a few feet from her bed. the door’s open and the lights are dim, but still enough to have her squinting. she assumes they’ve invited people to meet her, but that sounds like the literal last thing she wants right now. a few tears spill out of her eyes and she turns her head away from the growing crowd in her room. “ can you guys do that somewhere else? “ she groans, covering her face with her hands. she receives some grief from her siblings which only pisses her off. she wipes her eyes and makes herself sit up, an intense scowl on her face with her jaw tight.
“ [color=#990000]welcome to my own personal hell! “ she mutters as a couple people file in, her green eyes rolling so far back into her head.
[spoiler=tags, updated 08/24/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ | joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. reaper of flintlock lodge .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat . assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&. five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&. [ 8/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy, demetri
↳ one english setter puppy, robin
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, unknown .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun .
&. mother to rosalie willa van doren, newborn . [/spoiler]