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BASICS:

Name: Josephine Wright Age: Twenty-two Gender: Cisfemale Major: Earth & Planetary Science Minor: Anthropology Society: Ragsdill Extra-curriculars: Women’s soccer, photography, swimming & diving Traits: Observant, Intelligent, Curious, Firm, Stubborn, Reticent, Flexible Runs either towards conflict at full speed, or away from conflict at full speed, Reckless, Sarcastic Family: Upper-class witches Born: Hawaii. Kama’aina, not Hawaiian.

AESTHETICS:

running barefoot under the moon. careful stares. harmless lies. glazed eyes, loud laughter at night. hair whipping in the wind. cars speeding down highways. the clink of glass bottles. dancing by bonfires. jumping from a cliff into the water below. knowing too much about what will come. curiosity killed the cat. the ache in your thighs as you run. bottles in the ocean. the deep sea. waves crashing. squeezing someone’s hand. grazed knees. leather jackets. the burn of alcohol. cramped hands.

LIFE:

She is an only daughter, but she has many cousins, and most of them are the model child. They will take over the coven, or the family businesses, become lawyers and doctors and actors and either prolific careers. She? She wants to know more about the oceans, and the deep darkness of the seas(... and the secrets of civilizations long ruined.)

Her parents were strict. Her family is wealthy, and she grew up surrounded by opulence and straight backs, perfect pearls on knotted strings and rooms filled with incense. She grew up in homes with libraries filled with ancient tomes of both light and dark magic, and her curiosity knew no bounds. She did not align with her family on many fronts, except when it came to magic. She went to ever private class, listened to every lesson. Magic was the one time where her family could smile at each other, genuine happiness in their beings. 

Each touch of an object told her where it would go, and oftentimes she saw futures filled with dust and dullness, of hushed conversations and sneers that turn to smiles at the sound of an opening door. Her psychometry is strong, and she learns to control it early, and to hide every secret she comes across like a dragon with its hoards of gold. 

She is a model student and a model athlete, but that does not stop the raging arguments between her parents, nor does it turn favorable eyes towards her. She is not perfect enough, but she learns to be okay with that. Everything teaches her how to read a room, read a person, read objects and see what everything was like and what everything will do. It teaches her how to have a presence, how to hold herself, but also how to disappear in a room full of people, and how to pull her emotions in until she can safely unpack them.

In high school she was wild. Private high schools are often wild, and you either join in or miss out on everything. She was still a model student and a model athlete, but she was also partying and running around the island, sneaking out every night to go out on some escapade.

She keeps in touch with her cousins. They keep her close, and she gets along with most of them anyways. She understands the power of secrets, and the power of knowing the right people. It’s why she joined Ragsdill... and she also didn’t have the time or energy for a feud. This wasn’t Romeo and Juliet.