Updated: Mar 28, 2020
Player Name: Rel
Player E-Mail: Luckyirishster@gmail.com
Name: Josephine Blackfoot
Actual Age: 27
Date of Birth: April 14th
Place of Birth: Colorado Territory
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: None, spiritual
Chronic Diseases: None
Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black, almond in shape
Hair Color/Style: Josephine wears her hair down as often as she can, eschewing the popular styles that many of the women in town like to sport. Though she brushes it, a luxury she very much enjoys like that of a cat, she allows the wind to freely whip through it. On occasion, she can be persuaded to wear it up, though hates the tightness that she experiences in her scalp.
Other: Jo is casual in dress, wearing shorter skirts that end about mid calf around the homestead. They are serviceable and can take a beating. Being shorter and looser, it allows her to more easily mount a horse if necessary. Like her brother, she prefers to be barefoot, but will wear them when necessary. When traveling into town, Josephine has a plain long skirted dress that belts around her waist, as is propper.
Play-By Used: Julia Jones
Josephine is oftentimes at war with herself. She is guarded in the way that she does not trust
easily, and yet curious in that she wants to explore the world outside of the small circle she’s lived her life. This is seen time and time again, when she insists on taking the long trek into Denver, against all of her brother’s protests, to experience the life there, only to be shunned, ignored, looked down upon, and almost skittish in interactions. She relies heavily on her instincts and extra senses to guide her steps, but is not yet fully jaded against society like her brother is.
Though shifters can change into almost all sentient creatures, they do have their normal go-to forms. For Jo, she wavers between two: a paint mustang and a barn owl.
Strengths: Loyal, Determined, Scholarly (enjoys the pursuit of new knowledge), Driven, Curious
Weaknesses: Guarded, quick to rise to bait
Thomas and Josephine were born to an Arapahoe woman and a white traveler named Drake, who stayed with their mother’s tribe for a month or so, trading what he had for food and shelter. However, it wasn’t exactly a relationship, in fact, not at all. Mixed pairings existed, but no one encouraged Drake to take any of the tribal women, nor did anyone think he’d have his eye on the pretty, lithe girl with shining black hair. She was only fifteen.
But once he caught her attention, there was something about him that she couldn't resist. He was different, older, and tried to woo her. He started by teaching her English words, because she didn’t speak it at all unlike some of the older tribe members. She taught him herbal remedies, as that was her interest. They were never really alone together, mostly in the vicinity of others. He would sneak a touch here and there--her hand, her shoulder, her cheek. She would blush, gasp, and lean away, but she liked it.
One day, she took him away from the camp to collect some herbs. She’d gained confidence to be around him alone. It was what he’d wanted, but she also couldn’t deny the feelings he stirred in her. But they didn’t collect the herbs. She was showing him what Feverfew was. It was used in the treatment of fevers and headaches. He hadn’t really cared about it, as it turned out. He’d feigned his interest. His real intent was in being alone with her. When he pushed her to the ground, she realized his true motive. He was taller than her by a foot, and much, much stronger. She couldn’t overpower him as he pinned her. She’d been a virgin, and he had suspected it.
She didn’t tell anyone because she worried that she’d be scolded for wanting to show him the herbs. A few days later, he packed up and left--without so much as a goodbye. A weight lifted off her shoulders, but she wouldn’t easily forget him. A few months later, she started showing, and she couldn’t hide her belly from her elders. She told her grandmother, who took sympathy, and only wished she’d come to her earlier.
Her grandmother predicted that she’d have twins, and indeed, her belly grew larger than normal. And...it was a difficult pregnancy. She wasn’t shunned by her tribe, but the other members did whisper about her, associated with her less. Really, only her grandmother stood beside her in alliance.
Not only did she predict twins, but she sensed that they would be special. They would have a rare gift, one that wasn’t always passed on through generations. It was a gift that their tribe was wary of but respected. This gift saved the twins from being shunned, for their mother died in childbirth. This had been something that her grandmother did not want to accept when she’d looked into the future, nor had she wanted to scare her granddaughter. Left to raise the twins, their great-grandmother revealed to the rest of the tribe what exactly they were. In her arms was a wrapped bundle of linen. It...moved not like infants moved. It...whimpered, barked. A little tail stuck out. She had two tiny pups in her arms, one a dark brown, and the other a lighter color. The tribe was left stunned. Of course, the babies had turned back into humans shortly later. This was the gift that they’d possessed.
The tribe hadn’t had shifters born in three generations. Whether the gift came from their mother, or the white man--it didn’t matter. Although some in the tribe were jealous, or weren’t fond of them anyway, the twins were accepted. They were taught the ways of shifters through their great-grandmother and the other elders, through stories and what had been passed down. The most important life lesson was to keep to secrecy, as the white man, and other humans in general, did not see shifters the way the tribe had.
Colorado war… Grandma tells twins to run, they were around 10. She dies. While most of the tribes are pushed out of the territory, the twins survive and remain. When it’s all over, they seek shelter with remaining natives, who warily take them in. They don’t know about their gifts. Instead they judge them for being half white. Thus, the twins are always isolated for the most part. Thus, this continues to present day. They rely on each other.
Jo continues to try and bring her and Tom more into society, even against her own guarded instincts.
Address: Homestead about 2 hours outside the city
Lived There Since: Birth
Lives With: Thomas Blackfoot
An old mare named Hollyhock “Holly”