Josephine Mayweather

The Working Girl

• Basic Info

  • Name: Josephine Ada Mayweather
  • Nickname: Josie
  • Species: Human
  • Race: Caucasian, From Texas (Or elsewhere in the southern states.)
  • Age: 18
  • Birthdate: June 4th
  • Gender: Female
  • Alignment: Neutral/ Good
  • Class: Prostitute - The newest edition to the staff at Madam Marples Tavern, Inn and Brothel.
  • Height: 5'2
  • Weight: 115 Lbs
  • Body: Petite but curved in all the right places.
  • Hair: Firey red.
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Complexion: Fair and freckled
  • Scars: She has a deep scar on her palm from an accident with a knife, and a small burn mark rom a cigar on her collar bone from a customer who got too rough with her on her first night.
  • Birthmarks: None
  • Scent: Rose Oil and Peppermint candies.
  • Handedness: Right Handed
  • Family: Her Family is dead of Tuberculosis. When it became evident that they had contracted it, and she had not, they sent her away to live in a home for wards.
  • Relationships: Nothing Long Term. Her work doesn't lend well to that sort of thing.
  • Orientation: She has a strong male preference, but she'll happily occupy her time with anyone who's willing to pay.
  • Personality: Josie has a soft and sweet demeanor, a little bit naive, fun loving, gentle and kind. She isn't well experienced at her job and hasn't been jaded and soured by life yet. She is quite charming, and though not overly book smart, has an intelligence and perpective in her own right.
  • Mannerisms: She fiddles with her hair when she's thinking or nervous, and almost always wears a genuine seeming smile
  • Likes: Sweet things ( Like fruit, candy or sugery liquoirs. Fire, Piano Music, good company.
  • Dislikes: When customers leave scars on her, She's not overly fond of heights, or dogs.
  • Hobbies: She's teaching herself to play piano when the tavern is empty, and she's been known to draw with charcoal.
  • Setting/Genre: Historical - Wild West

• Biography

  Life hasn't been easy to young Josie, but she tries not to let it get her down. However bad it's gotten, she's always been aware of how much worse it could be. She had her health, she had her beauty and her youth. She had a little bit of talent too, all things considered she could have been a great deal worse off. It's this thought that keeps the smile on her face and the spring in her step through the good times and the bad.
  
  Her life started off normal if not slightly impoverished. Her Father was a stable hand, her mother a housewife nd mother of six. They had a simple childhood that was for the most part happy despite the struggle at times to keep food on the table, and for the first nine years of her life she knew love and family and support.
  
  Her comparatively idyllic life was not her fate though, and when a sickness passed through town, a bad humor of the lungs, her family became ill. As if by divine intervention or some other miracle, Young Josie was spared the illness, and ripped from the only home she'd ever known to live miles across the dessert away, in a home for young wards.
  
  It was a hard and thankless life, the children were made to work like slaves, and denied even simple education. When she came of age her options seemed slim. She was hardly marriageable as destitute and without influence as she was and she was a terrible seamstress. Oddly enough, she found her salvation in the Brothels. It wasn't goodly work, it wasn't pure, but it was honest. It would keep her fed and with a roof over her head, and that was better than nothing. Like she had always done, she buckled down and reminded herself she could always do worse.

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