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New Versailles

City Of Souls

Basin City

Josephina

A little

She is murderous, rich, sophisticated black market dealer. Don't fuck her over.

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Sire ✥ Seeking
Nᴀᴍᴇ ✥ Josephina Moreau
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s) ✥ Josie
Aɢᴇ ✥ Old enough, cher.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ✥ Female
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ✥ 5'7" (5'11" in heels.)
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ✥ A woman never reveals
Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ ✥ French
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✥ Sky blue
Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✥ Natural dark brown with hints of gold
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ✥ January 21st
Bɪʀᴛʜ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ✥ Le Mans, France
Lᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ✥ English and French
Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ ✥ Ectomorph.
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ✥ Straight

A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off

❴Indepth Information❵
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ✥ Vampire
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ✥ Antique dealer*
Pᴏsᴛᴜʀᴇ ✥ Proper
Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ✥ Classy and Elegant
Hᴀɪʀ Sᴛʏʟᴇ ✥ Depending on clothing
Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ(s) ✥ None at the moment
Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ✥
Fɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ✥ Well off
Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ✥ Switch

Sᴄᴇɴᴛ ✥ Beauty by Giorgio Armani
Sᴛᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ✥ Very Stable
Aʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs ✥ Garlic, chocolate
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✥ Marion Cotillard
Tᴏɴᴇ ✥ A subtle french accent
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ ✥ Soft, gentle sounding, with slight cocky understones.
Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ ✥ A Positive
Dɪsᴛɪɴɢɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ✥ Her eyes and pouty lips.
Dᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ ✥ Calm, Confident, flirtatious

❴𝕻ᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ❵
Cultured ✦ Fearless ✦ Intelligent ✦ Attractive ✦ Confident ✦ Curious ✦ Elegant ✦ Loyal ✦ Passionate ✦ Persuasive ✦ Sexy ✦ Sophisticated ✦ Impersonal-able ✦ Arrogant ✦ Crude ✦ Independent ✦ Narcissistic ✦ OCD

❴𝕷ɪᴋᴇs❵
Blood ✦ Men in suits ✦ Confidence ✦ Lace ✦ Dominance ✦ Flowers ✦ Diamonds ✦ Staying healthy ✦ Shopping ✦Make-up ✦ Wine ✦ Parties ✦ Flirting ✦ Eye contact ✦ Corsets ✦ Strong men (mentally and physically)

❴𝕯ɪsʟɪᴋᴇs❵
The smell of decay ✦ Bad Odor ✦ Spiders ✦ Clowns ✦ Overly happy people ✦ Lack of confidence ✦ Pants ✦ Unpolished ✦ Sloppiness ✦ Overly silly people ✦ Being the brunt of a joke ✦ Being ignored ✦ Sunlight ✦ Garlic ✦ Rudeness ✦ Werewolves ✦ Simple-minded men ✦ Weak men (mentally and physically) ✦ To get messy or making a mess

❴ℌᴀʙɪᴛs❵
Calls everyone cher ✦ Likes to use her hand when expressing ✦ Twirls hair ✦ Bites lip when seeing something she likes ✦ Strum's nails while in thought ✦ Always crosses her legs ✦ Twirls her drink before tasting ✦

❴ℌᴏʙʙɪᴇs❵
Sex ✦ Reading ✦ Playing the Cello and piano ✦ Taking bubble baths ✦ Dancing ✦ Modeling ✦ Draining victims ✦ Observing

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History
Some would say this was the beginning of Josie's life; while she clearly believed it was the beginning of her end. It started like all great stories started; with a passionate whirlwind of love, that leads to heartbreak. Typical, but it's the truth...

World War II is where this story begins, a young woman in her prime, in the middle of the city of love, was indeed herself in love. It was a feeling she never thought she'd experience, and the truth is told, she believed this solider was the one. The one she was willing to spend the rest of her life with - yes, she was that in love. Unfortunately, things never go as they planned - especially when it came to two hearts being together. Duty called, and no matter how much she pleaded, begged for him to run away with her, he couldn't... and without a proper goodbye, he was gone into the night with a simple note. Devastating, yes, but what angered her more than losing whom she thought was the love of her life, was what he did to her before leaving her alone. For you see, he wasn't just some normal soldier - no - he was something far more mysterious, far more dangerous. He was a vampire, and naturally, she had her reservations, but what how did that saying go? 'Love Conquers all?' He promised her, he'd be with her, to show her how to control that blood lust that soon filled every inch of her, but alas... he was gone, like a leaf in the wind.

With each passing year, it became easier to control, but with this control came a trail of dead bodies along the way. Surely she had hunters on her trail numerous times, but as if fate had been on her side, she had seemed to manage to outsmart or run the hunters. Wanting to fill the part of her that blood could not, she had taken on many lovers during her many years roaming, only to move on before any suspicion can befall onto her. She was smart, witty and confident - an undying beauty.

It wasn't until recently, she felt it. She felt him of all people - the one man who she truly loved, the man who left her without any sort of explanation all those years ago. Many letters, wishing to meet would fall into her hands, only to be crumpled up and tossed away. She couldn't, wouldn't see him. It would bring too many memories that she had desperately tried to forget, but she knew the moment she saw him, knowing he wouldn't have changed, that wall she had built would start to crumble and it was something she was not willing to risk.

No matter what a woman looks like if she's confident; she is sexy.