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[attr="class","header1"]JoJo
[attr="class","header2"]OVERVIEW
» NAME: Josephine Dobson
» AGE: 20
» BIRTHDATE: 11/12
» SIGN: Scorpio
» GENDER: Female — She/They
» SEXUALITY: big gay
» AFFILIATION: Student, Hero Department
» ALIAS : JoJo
» OCCUPATION: Mechanic
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JoJo's a fun-loving, trusting adventurer who likes to live day by day moment to moment. You aren't living a good life unless you're helping people, taking care of those you love, and getting in a good laugh every ten minutes or so. She tries not to hold grudges even if she is initially fuming and prone to violence but it's a matter of time and steaks. An easy way to her heart is a good heart steak.
If JoJo were a sunny flower bed, then JoJo’s second face, Samson — god help you, if you’re privileged enough to learn his name — would be a haunted cavern. There’s no mistake that these two are different people. He’s not a genius by any means, but his social awareness eclipses JoJo. While she is gullible and easy to trick, Samson can tell when people are pulling the wool over their eyes.
Though it rarely happens, one would be surprised to find that Samson has a peculiar sense of humor. It’s rather morbid and dark, and sometimes the thoughts slip out of JoJo’s mouth instead. When that happens, you might hear him laugh.
Samson is the reason for the ‘three-strike system’. He’s cunning, determined, and dissatisfied with the world. The world took their mother away from them and was why he had to grow up to take care of JoJo. Where were the cops? Where were the heroes? He loves his little sister and will take care of her until the end, but the world has to change if she’s to truly be safe.
[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY
» POSITIVE TRAITS:✔ Cheerful | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:✘ Reckless |
»LIKES:✔ Video Games | »DISLIKES:✘ Cleaning her room |
JoJo's a fun-loving, trusting adventurer who likes to live day by day moment to moment. You aren't living a good life unless you're helping people, taking care of those you love, and getting in a good laugh every ten minutes or so. She tries not to hold grudges even if she is initially fuming and prone to violence but it's a matter of time and steaks. An easy way to her heart is a good heart steak.
If JoJo were a sunny flower bed, then JoJo’s second face, Samson — god help you, if you’re privileged enough to learn his name — would be a haunted cavern. There’s no mistake that these two are different people. He’s not a genius by any means, but his social awareness eclipses JoJo. While she is gullible and easy to trick, Samson can tell when people are pulling the wool over their eyes.
Though it rarely happens, one would be surprised to find that Samson has a peculiar sense of humor. It’s rather morbid and dark, and sometimes the thoughts slip out of JoJo’s mouth instead. When that happens, you might hear him laugh.
Samson is the reason for the ‘three-strike system’. He’s cunning, determined, and dissatisfied with the world. The world took their mother away from them and was why he had to grow up to take care of JoJo. Where were the cops? Where were the heroes? He loves his little sister and will take care of her until the end, but the world has to change if she’s to truly be safe.
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» HEIGHT: 5'
» WEIGHT: 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR: Violet
» HAIR COLOR: Brown
» SKIN COLOR: Brown
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Miyuki Ayukawa
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: Basquash!
JoJo's small but packs a punch. If you get a good look at her arms and legs and tummy and back you're gonna see that she's surprisingly toned. There are a few other features people are surprised about when they see her like her award-winning smile or bright, glowing eyes. She's a beacon of positivity and easily distracts you from the fact that yes her hair totally just moved on its own there. But it's her quirk don't worry about it. Ignore the whispering you hear, too. It's just the sound of the engines humming in the room over there. They can sound like people when it's hot in here you should grab us a drink we've got a few brewskis in the fridge there ya.
There are two final things we know you've been waiting for... her energy and ambition! They resonate so deeply across her body you can see it in the way she moves. She walks with a purpose, talks with a purpose, and is eager to get where she's going! She's always bouncin' 'round from here to there to there and there.
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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE
» HEIGHT: 5'
» WEIGHT: 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR: Violet
» HAIR COLOR: Brown
» SKIN COLOR: Brown
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Miyuki Ayukawa
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: Basquash!
JoJo's small but packs a punch. If you get a good look at her arms and legs and tummy and back you're gonna see that she's surprisingly toned. There are a few other features people are surprised about when they see her like her award-winning smile or bright, glowing eyes. She's a beacon of positivity and easily distracts you from the fact that yes her hair totally just moved on its own there. But it's her quirk don't worry about it. Ignore the whispering you hear, too. It's just the sound of the engines humming in the room over there. They can sound like people when it's hot in here you should grab us a drink we've got a few brewskis in the fridge there ya.
There are two final things we know you've been waiting for... her energy and ambition! They resonate so deeply across her body you can see it in the way she moves. She walks with a purpose, talks with a purpose, and is eager to get where she's going! She's always bouncin' 'round from here to there to there and there.
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Sara Dobson was an ambitious nurse born and raised in America, but through a joint company promotion, she found herself transferred to a hospital in Tokyo. She had always been a free spirit, weighed down by the obligation of financial security, so when the company offered a position in Tokyo, a city in one of the top three countries she wanted to visit, how could she refuse?
Moving into a relatively nice apartment complex, she hit it off with one of her neighbors. After a couple of dates and a reckless night, JoJo was conceived. Originally, there were twins, but the second vanished. It was a rare condition, where one of the fetuses died and got reabsorbed by the other. It was a difficult truth to swallow, they persevered.
Eventually, the spark between her and the father didn’t last long, as the romance mutually ended between their incompatible lifestyles. They decided they wanted to keep the child despite this, and Sara tried her best to keep him involved, hoping the relationship between him and her daughter was stronger than hers and her father.
One gambling addiction and tens of thousands of dollars in debt later, JoJo’s father was in trouble. He had gotten on the bad side of the Yakuza, who now held his life in the palm of their hand. He started selling drugs, the hard stuff, on the side to help pay off his debt but was eventually caught up in gang violence. He was four when he lost his life and JoJo never understood why he stopped showing up. Her mom said he was busy with work, but so was she, and she tucked her in every night.
With his passing, the Yakuza went to Sara for payment. Koga, the guy in charge of this debt, didn’t leave her many options. She was forced to sell herself on the street for the Yakuza, to pay off the money the father had owed them. At the end of it, if she paid it off, she’d be given her life. She did her best to manage two jobs while spending time with JoJo. She’d live a happy life going to the park, watching old comedies, and help beat video games for JoJo when the levels were too hard.
But she had to deal with ‘Uncle’ John constantly hovering over them. He was sent to keep an eye out on her and make sure they got the money she owed. He eventually became part of JoJos life and even though he was distant, he was nice to her. Uncle John came around to help because dad was so busy with work, or that’s what she was told.
From here on out, life is pretty smooth. Sara gets a promotion or two over the next half-decade, JoJo starts going to school and making friends, and they start teaching JoJo how to use her hair quirk. She has this weird bald spot in the back of her head, but that’s probably just a quirk mutation. You can hardly see it when she wears her hair down. Or a hat!
JoJo’s 11 when Sara finally pays off the debt, but before Uncle John leaves he tries to force himself onto her one last time. Now that she owes them nothing, she resists and is killed for it. Uncle John takes the purse and the money and goes back to his apartment, having his brother pick up the body to dump it.
When JoJo comes back from school, she sees this mysterious man in the house and asks where her Mom was. He’s resistant at first, but she makes quick work of him with her tendrils, getting him to squeal about who he was and why he was here and, most importantly, who he worked for. She forced him to write down the address of the location and her boss, Koga. He also doodled a landmark or two to help her recognize the location. It was time to rescue her Mom!
Next, she had to find Koga, which was anything but easy. Over the course of six years she traveled to England, the United States, and Mexico (and various countries in between), before finding him. He had given her the slip for too long, but a couple of weeks after her 18th birthday, she found him.
She had grown far stronger since she first left Japan, making a reputation for herself in various parts of the world. She even had her own fan club. Koga didn’t realize it but giving her the slip helped her become strong enough to take him down. And to think it would end where it all started, the same hotel where she found Uncle John. His hubris would be the death of him.
But as she stood there, with Samson ready to eat him alive, she realized how far she had come. She knew he’d escape, but she needed to give him an honest chance at reform. First Uncle John, now him? If she didn’t stop killing now what would stop her from becoming the kind of person who killed her mother?
Giving the man two strikes, she lopped off a hand of his and dropped him off at the cops. This injury was a memento to remember her by. Every time he had the urge to return to his old life, he could look at his wrist and remember who would come after him, if she ever got a whiff.
After traveling the world and finishing her main quest, she found herself in New York for a year trying her hand at being a mechanic. It was going great! She only explodededed THREE whole cars. It was through her stories that a friend offered her a different career path. Being a hero! Come to Japan, they said. We can be roomies, they said. You can go to UA, they said. Maybe, prolly, if you're lucky?
And with a world of experience behind her and her entire life ahead of her... why not not give heroism a chance? It couldn't be that bad, right? Off to UA!
[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY
Sara Dobson was an ambitious nurse born and raised in America, but through a joint company promotion, she found herself transferred to a hospital in Tokyo. She had always been a free spirit, weighed down by the obligation of financial security, so when the company offered a position in Tokyo, a city in one of the top three countries she wanted to visit, how could she refuse?
Moving into a relatively nice apartment complex, she hit it off with one of her neighbors. After a couple of dates and a reckless night, JoJo was conceived. Originally, there were twins, but the second vanished. It was a rare condition, where one of the fetuses died and got reabsorbed by the other. It was a difficult truth to swallow, they persevered.
Eventually, the spark between her and the father didn’t last long, as the romance mutually ended between their incompatible lifestyles. They decided they wanted to keep the child despite this, and Sara tried her best to keep him involved, hoping the relationship between him and her daughter was stronger than hers and her father.
One gambling addiction and tens of thousands of dollars in debt later, JoJo’s father was in trouble. He had gotten on the bad side of the Yakuza, who now held his life in the palm of their hand. He started selling drugs, the hard stuff, on the side to help pay off his debt but was eventually caught up in gang violence. He was four when he lost his life and JoJo never understood why he stopped showing up. Her mom said he was busy with work, but so was she, and she tucked her in every night.
With his passing, the Yakuza went to Sara for payment. Koga, the guy in charge of this debt, didn’t leave her many options. She was forced to sell herself on the street for the Yakuza, to pay off the money the father had owed them. At the end of it, if she paid it off, she’d be given her life. She did her best to manage two jobs while spending time with JoJo. She’d live a happy life going to the park, watching old comedies, and help beat video games for JoJo when the levels were too hard.
But she had to deal with ‘Uncle’ John constantly hovering over them. He was sent to keep an eye out on her and make sure they got the money she owed. He eventually became part of JoJos life and even though he was distant, he was nice to her. Uncle John came around to help because dad was so busy with work, or that’s what she was told.
From here on out, life is pretty smooth. Sara gets a promotion or two over the next half-decade, JoJo starts going to school and making friends, and they start teaching JoJo how to use her hair quirk. She has this weird bald spot in the back of her head, but that’s probably just a quirk mutation. You can hardly see it when she wears her hair down. Or a hat!
JoJo’s 11 when Sara finally pays off the debt, but before Uncle John leaves he tries to force himself onto her one last time. Now that she owes them nothing, she resists and is killed for it. Uncle John takes the purse and the money and goes back to his apartment, having his brother pick up the body to dump it.
When JoJo comes back from school, she sees this mysterious man in the house and asks where her Mom was. He’s resistant at first, but she makes quick work of him with her tendrils, getting him to squeal about who he was and why he was here and, most importantly, who he worked for. She forced him to write down the address of the location and her boss, Koga. He also doodled a landmark or two to help her recognize the location. It was time to rescue her Mom!
Looking down the dark, lonely road, Josephine let out a sigh of relief. The street lights weren’t bright, but her path was lit by the neon signs on the side of the plaza. She stuffed the paper into her small backpack, continuing her journey with a skip in her step. The night was scary, but with her favorite white dress and her blue, baseball cap of courage, nothing could stop her!
Not too far ahead, she came across a woman in her late twenties. She leaned against an overfilled trash can dragging a cigarette. Perfect! An NPC ready to aid her in her quest! Without a second thought, she ran over. The smoke was a bit stronger than she thought it’d be, but between coughs, she was able to blurt out her question.
“Good evening, Lady of the Night,” She began, with a small curtsy. “Would you perhaps be able to direct me to the Interstate Motel Goth...Goo?” She paused for only a moment. “Anyway, do you know which one of these buildings it is?” She asked, gesturing broadly to the plaza they were at.
The woman turned to the brat, narrowing her eyes. She had half a mind to tell the pipsqueak to screw off, but who could say no to that big ol’ smile and her doe eyes? She had a soft spot. So, what?
“It’s the building behind me, kid. But you better hurry up and get in ya parent's room, it ain’t safe out here. There are freaks everywhere.”
“I’ll have you know,” JoJo proudly exclaimed. “I’m not scared of freaks… because I AM a freak!”
She spun around on her toes, cupped her hands around her mouth, and let out a ferocious ROAR. Asserting her dominance, she pranced up the stairs. Back to her quest!
Pulling out the red, stained paper, she read it aloud in a focused voice. “Let’s see…looking for….2-0-0-2.” She spoke each number individually, following the numbers on the doors until she finally found the room. She was smart enough to find it quickly on the second floor because the number started with a 2! But there was no time for praise — it was game time. She was at the lair of her first big bad and she needed to be quiet. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard sounds of laughter, like those in her mom’s shows. Do you know what this means? He was watching good TV.
Her bright blue flare began to stretch, coming together underneath her baseball cap were tendrils, four on each side of her head. They had formed from her silk-like hair.
“Three…two…” She counted quietly, preparing herself, as a tendril slowly twisted the doorknob. When she finally mustered the courage, she whispered. “One!”
The lock SNAPPED as the door swung open. The city’s night lights filled the darkroom, which had only been lit by the TV, who finally had some friends. They worked together, revealing a figure on the bed. Her tendrils shot like a cannon towards him, as she jumped into the room. He screamed as they constricted his arms, a fifth tendril wrapping around his mouth, muffling his grievances.
“Aha! Found you! …Uncle John?”
The sentence left her mouth with confusion. The man she interrogated back home, who had been working with the supposed bad guy, said this was where the man who killed her mother would be. So, why was he here? She was going to ask him, until she noticed her mother’s coat, hanging on the rack near the bed. It was her favorite.
Pressing him further into the wall, she approached the coat and dug inside its pockets. She found all of her mom’s precious jewelry and a purse stuffed with money. She turned back to him, as he attempted to wiggle free.
“I’m sorry, Uncle John, but I’m going to have to take you to the police.” She spoke with a hint of sadness. She didn’t have any other choice. “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime!”
Before she could walk away, he was able to free his mouth, gasping for air. He spoke, sounding akin to a confused priest. “Josephine! Thank goodness! It turns out, your mom was working with the bad guy all along. I had to stop her to save you! I’m so glad you’re safe, that money you found was a reward from the quest. I was looking for you. It's yours!”
Her eyes shifted between the purse and Uncle John. “I would totally believe you… if it wasn’t for this!” She pulled off her backpack and from it, drew a crooked, cursed object. A streak of red splattered onto the red and dotted the wall. John’s eyes widened and bile rose in his throat, as he spat it onto the carpet. She proudly held the hand in the air, the hand of the man who had ratted Uncle John out.
“Jesus Christ!” Gone was the pretense of calm and playing along with this child’s games. “Josephine, you ripped my brother’s hand off? Where the fuck is he? What did you do to him?!” He roared at the child and she was taken aback, frightened by the rage. The tendrils tightened around him.
“Say all you want Uncle John! But after asking nicely, he wrote down where’d you be. He even told me the lie you were gonna use to trick me. But it doesn’t matter now, I’m going to take you both to jail. Then once I get my reward, I’ll use the potion to bring my mom back to life!” She waved the hand wildly above her head, droplets painting her dress.
Her uncle stared in disbelief, his face glowing red, as his hatred for the girl swelled within him.
“You stupid fucking . I’m not your uncle, your mother was my bitch. She isn’t coming back to life! My brother, who you left to die in that shit hole of an apartment, isn’t coming back to life! Life isn’t a fucking game, there are no do-overs. Once you die, it’s over! That’s it! They’re corp—”
His tirade came to a screeching halt when the tendrils that bound him smashed him against the wall. His head was rattled and his body had broken the drywall behind him. Barely conscious, looked down at Josephine, who was shaken.
“So you’re saying momma is never coming back..? ” Her words were coarse, tears welling in her eyes. She shook his body like a rag doll, slamming him against the wall again, as her world started to crack. “You took her from me!”
“Josephine, darling!” He begged. “Please, it’ll work out! If you let me go…we can leave this place…everything will—“
Interrupted. Again.
She turned her back to him, her hat falling off. She sported a tonsure style of hair, there was a ring of hair around her head. As he stared into her bald spot, it was horrifying. The skin started to crack and fall and pure white gleamed as if he was staring into the girl’s skull. The metamorphosis continued, as a continued line etched, complemented with fangs and molars. A tongue stretched out of the new mouth as eyeballs popped into existence on the white canvas. Splotches of red surrounded the eyes and more bore itself on the face as the rest cracked into place.
John blinked, speechless, unable to comprehend what was happening. He thought her quirk was just her hair? What the hell was going on?
The tendrils dragged him over. He was broken, bloodied, and beaten. He starred in a trance and despite every atom in his body too, he couldn’t look away. “Who… are you?” He finally asked.
“Justice.”
The lone word was the last he ever heard. He was slammed into the bed and the newcomer pounced. The tendrils wrapped around his mouth again, silencing him. Josephine’s second mouth tore into the stomach and started biting, ripping through the fabric of his clothes. His screams were muffled and desperate. He could taste his own blood in his mouth. He struggled and clawed but to no avail. Before Josephine knew it, he had gone limp. He wasn’t dead, yet. He just wasn’t resisting.
Lifting herself off, entrails hung from the second mouth. She spat it out as chunks of meat decorated her hair. As he took one last look at himself, he could see the inside of his stomach, his insides leaking out. The blood overtook the bed and he laid his head back and closed his eyes, letting out one last word. “JoJo…”
Josephine’s second face picked up the baseball cap of courage, her first would need this.
As she blinked twice, everything was different? The lights were on and the room was… empty. The walls and bed were broken, but her stained dress was spotless. On top of the TV screen was a taped note. She opened it and read to herself.
“JoJo you’re right. You got tired and fell asleep, but I went to turn myself into the cops. You’re a hero.”
As she looked around she picked up her mom’s purse and checked it, ensuring there wasn’t a single drop of blood on iit. “Whew! Close one.” She spoke with a sigh of relief, walking away from the broken apartment. As she walked outside, the Sun lit up the busy plaza. Passing through the crowd, she didn’t have a chance to notice the overstuffed trash can that was leaking a red, crimson fluid.
“Another flawless victory for JoJo!”
A new hero was born.
Not too far ahead, she came across a woman in her late twenties. She leaned against an overfilled trash can dragging a cigarette. Perfect! An NPC ready to aid her in her quest! Without a second thought, she ran over. The smoke was a bit stronger than she thought it’d be, but between coughs, she was able to blurt out her question.
“Good evening, Lady of the Night,” She began, with a small curtsy. “Would you perhaps be able to direct me to the Interstate Motel Goth...Goo?” She paused for only a moment. “Anyway, do you know which one of these buildings it is?” She asked, gesturing broadly to the plaza they were at.
The woman turned to the brat, narrowing her eyes. She had half a mind to tell the pipsqueak to screw off, but who could say no to that big ol’ smile and her doe eyes? She had a soft spot. So, what?
“It’s the building behind me, kid. But you better hurry up and get in ya parent's room, it ain’t safe out here. There are freaks everywhere.”
“I’ll have you know,” JoJo proudly exclaimed. “I’m not scared of freaks… because I AM a freak!”
She spun around on her toes, cupped her hands around her mouth, and let out a ferocious ROAR. Asserting her dominance, she pranced up the stairs. Back to her quest!
Pulling out the red, stained paper, she read it aloud in a focused voice. “Let’s see…looking for….2-0-0-2.” She spoke each number individually, following the numbers on the doors until she finally found the room. She was smart enough to find it quickly on the second floor because the number started with a 2! But there was no time for praise — it was game time. She was at the lair of her first big bad and she needed to be quiet. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard sounds of laughter, like those in her mom’s shows. Do you know what this means? He was watching good TV.
Her bright blue flare began to stretch, coming together underneath her baseball cap were tendrils, four on each side of her head. They had formed from her silk-like hair.
“Three…two…” She counted quietly, preparing herself, as a tendril slowly twisted the doorknob. When she finally mustered the courage, she whispered. “One!”
The lock SNAPPED as the door swung open. The city’s night lights filled the darkroom, which had only been lit by the TV, who finally had some friends. They worked together, revealing a figure on the bed. Her tendrils shot like a cannon towards him, as she jumped into the room. He screamed as they constricted his arms, a fifth tendril wrapping around his mouth, muffling his grievances.
“Aha! Found you! …Uncle John?”
The sentence left her mouth with confusion. The man she interrogated back home, who had been working with the supposed bad guy, said this was where the man who killed her mother would be. So, why was he here? She was going to ask him, until she noticed her mother’s coat, hanging on the rack near the bed. It was her favorite.
Pressing him further into the wall, she approached the coat and dug inside its pockets. She found all of her mom’s precious jewelry and a purse stuffed with money. She turned back to him, as he attempted to wiggle free.
“I’m sorry, Uncle John, but I’m going to have to take you to the police.” She spoke with a hint of sadness. She didn’t have any other choice. “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime!”
Before she could walk away, he was able to free his mouth, gasping for air. He spoke, sounding akin to a confused priest. “Josephine! Thank goodness! It turns out, your mom was working with the bad guy all along. I had to stop her to save you! I’m so glad you’re safe, that money you found was a reward from the quest. I was looking for you. It's yours!”
Her eyes shifted between the purse and Uncle John. “I would totally believe you… if it wasn’t for this!” She pulled off her backpack and from it, drew a crooked, cursed object. A streak of red splattered onto the red and dotted the wall. John’s eyes widened and bile rose in his throat, as he spat it onto the carpet. She proudly held the hand in the air, the hand of the man who had ratted Uncle John out.
“Jesus Christ!” Gone was the pretense of calm and playing along with this child’s games. “Josephine, you ripped my brother’s hand off? Where the fuck is he? What did you do to him?!” He roared at the child and she was taken aback, frightened by the rage. The tendrils tightened around him.
“Say all you want Uncle John! But after asking nicely, he wrote down where’d you be. He even told me the lie you were gonna use to trick me. But it doesn’t matter now, I’m going to take you both to jail. Then once I get my reward, I’ll use the potion to bring my mom back to life!” She waved the hand wildly above her head, droplets painting her dress.
Her uncle stared in disbelief, his face glowing red, as his hatred for the girl swelled within him.
“You stupid fucking . I’m not your uncle, your mother was my bitch. She isn’t coming back to life! My brother, who you left to die in that shit hole of an apartment, isn’t coming back to life! Life isn’t a fucking game, there are no do-overs. Once you die, it’s over! That’s it! They’re corp—”
His tirade came to a screeching halt when the tendrils that bound him smashed him against the wall. His head was rattled and his body had broken the drywall behind him. Barely conscious, looked down at Josephine, who was shaken.
“So you’re saying momma is never coming back..? ” Her words were coarse, tears welling in her eyes. She shook his body like a rag doll, slamming him against the wall again, as her world started to crack. “You took her from me!”
“Josephine, darling!” He begged. “Please, it’ll work out! If you let me go…we can leave this place…everything will—“
Interrupted. Again.
She turned her back to him, her hat falling off. She sported a tonsure style of hair, there was a ring of hair around her head. As he stared into her bald spot, it was horrifying. The skin started to crack and fall and pure white gleamed as if he was staring into the girl’s skull. The metamorphosis continued, as a continued line etched, complemented with fangs and molars. A tongue stretched out of the new mouth as eyeballs popped into existence on the white canvas. Splotches of red surrounded the eyes and more bore itself on the face as the rest cracked into place.
John blinked, speechless, unable to comprehend what was happening. He thought her quirk was just her hair? What the hell was going on?
The tendrils dragged him over. He was broken, bloodied, and beaten. He starred in a trance and despite every atom in his body too, he couldn’t look away. “Who… are you?” He finally asked.
“Justice.”
The lone word was the last he ever heard. He was slammed into the bed and the newcomer pounced. The tendrils wrapped around his mouth again, silencing him. Josephine’s second mouth tore into the stomach and started biting, ripping through the fabric of his clothes. His screams were muffled and desperate. He could taste his own blood in his mouth. He struggled and clawed but to no avail. Before Josephine knew it, he had gone limp. He wasn’t dead, yet. He just wasn’t resisting.
Lifting herself off, entrails hung from the second mouth. She spat it out as chunks of meat decorated her hair. As he took one last look at himself, he could see the inside of his stomach, his insides leaking out. The blood overtook the bed and he laid his head back and closed his eyes, letting out one last word. “JoJo…”
Josephine’s second face picked up the baseball cap of courage, her first would need this.
As she blinked twice, everything was different? The lights were on and the room was… empty. The walls and bed were broken, but her stained dress was spotless. On top of the TV screen was a taped note. She opened it and read to herself.
“JoJo you’re right. You got tired and fell asleep, but I went to turn myself into the cops. You’re a hero.”
As she looked around she picked up her mom’s purse and checked it, ensuring there wasn’t a single drop of blood on iit. “Whew! Close one.” She spoke with a sigh of relief, walking away from the broken apartment. As she walked outside, the Sun lit up the busy plaza. Passing through the crowd, she didn’t have a chance to notice the overstuffed trash can that was leaking a red, crimson fluid.
“Another flawless victory for JoJo!”
A new hero was born.
Next, she had to find Koga, which was anything but easy. Over the course of six years she traveled to England, the United States, and Mexico (and various countries in between), before finding him. He had given her the slip for too long, but a couple of weeks after her 18th birthday, she found him.
She had grown far stronger since she first left Japan, making a reputation for herself in various parts of the world. She even had her own fan club. Koga didn’t realize it but giving her the slip helped her become strong enough to take him down. And to think it would end where it all started, the same hotel where she found Uncle John. His hubris would be the death of him.
But as she stood there, with Samson ready to eat him alive, she realized how far she had come. She knew he’d escape, but she needed to give him an honest chance at reform. First Uncle John, now him? If she didn’t stop killing now what would stop her from becoming the kind of person who killed her mother?
Giving the man two strikes, she lopped off a hand of his and dropped him off at the cops. This injury was a memento to remember her by. Every time he had the urge to return to his old life, he could look at his wrist and remember who would come after him, if she ever got a whiff.
After traveling the world and finishing her main quest, she found herself in New York for a year trying her hand at being a mechanic. It was going great! She only explodededed THREE whole cars. It was through her stories that a friend offered her a different career path. Being a hero! Come to Japan, they said. We can be roomies, they said. You can go to UA, they said. Maybe, prolly, if you're lucky?
And with a world of experience behind her and her entire life ahead of her... why not not give heroism a chance? It couldn't be that bad, right? Off to UA!
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- Bluetooth
- Mask
- White Fin Hat (kept at home)
- Personal phone(generally not kept on person)
- 1 gallon water bottle
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- Bluetooth
- Mask
- White Fin Hat (kept at home)
- Personal phone(generally not kept on person)
- 1 gallon water bottle
PLAYED BY VEARA
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