[Nobody] Josephine

Appearance

Basically the hover, though more often probably found sitting down crying somewhere like a little useless child.

Personality

The first two most major things you could describe looking straight at her is "Spineless Wimp" and "Clingy", one she had actually picked up watching a whole town freak out she was some sort of zombie. Practically became the first and only real Somebody emotion she had come to mimic, and kinda understand. The other was actually developed by being around her Heartless self, who practically banged into her skull they needed to be together. It probably didn't help that due to her wimpiness, her survival rate was much lower than most talented nobodies.

She is probably the most shy insecure over emotional nobody anybody could meet, all relating back to her first experience with Somebodies. If she ever gets any sort of job done, she would easily let somebody take the credit, probably even start believing she doesn't even deserve the credit. Should she have an idea, she will suggest it in a slight whisper, but quickly try and cover it up. Granted, she has a slight more confidence around her heartless self, she still tries her best not to steal any spotlight. Absolutely... none of that shiny pretty spotlight, it doesn't deserve her useless self. Hear that! none of it!

Traveling around Somebody bandits, has taught her the most basic of bandits code of conduct. Never mistreat children or women, as they deserve a better lifestyle, always take what you need should you need to take it, oh and make sure everything is spotless when you're done with your chores. Due to this code of conduct she will often question what her heartless self is doing, but she would easily be pushed down due to her strong insecurities... Even in her most confident outspoken moments, she'll take everything back.. probably cry a few times... A lot of times...

If ever in battle, she only know the absolute basics of swordfighting.. Duck underneath the sword, clinch your eyes, and try not to cry as they cut you down. She will totally be a survivor in this world. No in all seriousness, she is the absolute worst fighter.. more like a little child in need of mommy more than anything, it would absolutely make any strong fighter sick to their stomach. If you try to convince her to stand up, she will feel absolutely no guilt in this what-so-ever, and will not.. As it is branded in her head that all should act this way if they are scared, it was what most in that town did...

Should she ever get mad, ever.. get mad.. She will attempt to yell, with only a puff of air escaping, a cough, then crying. Lots of crying. she might.. maybe.. hit you.. maybe... Nope, not really, probably just sit there and cry, absolutely unmoving. Simply, don't make her mad, you're wasting your efforts... Same with making fun of her, should she even catch on what you are saying... She will just sit there and cry, till you might maybe take it back.

History

Before her birth she was a just a regular man jester, named Alastor, who worked for a great powerful Lord. Why some would have been jealous her believing her human male self was living it large, it was not completely true. Doing his bidding day n and day out, watching as he practically rubbed his great wealth in her original form's face. Why her original form would have certainly loved to bed his wife, take it all from him, then rub it in his face! Oh such need for power and luxuries had caused Alastor to stab the man so mortally many times, practically making a high end joke of it. The thrill of power, soon fell to the darkness to save his own hide form the guards.

Once her original self separated from her body, she was left there to rot like useless trash she truly was. However, there was more, had to be more to life. Something began to pull a conscience back into the old rotting body, slowly the husks eyes opened to see a dark coffin cover. It hadn't really scared her, why she felt just empty with no feelings or understanding of feelings. Gently she pushed the coffin open to see a grave digger staring widely at her in fear, soon after he ran away leaving her sitting up in a casket. She didn't quite understand the feelings he had shown, why she kept analyzing the situation, it was but all she had to think of.

Eventually leaving the casket, she began wondering into the town, all pointing at her shouting something incomprehensible. All held that same look the man held, was that how she was suppose to look? Was that how she was suppose to act? Nothing made quite sense, but she began practicing the facial expressions in a puddle of water, just as the priest began claims of exorcism.

 Eventually guards had came, began to attack her, all she could do was let her muscle memory of dancing and joking around taking control to dodge the more dangerous attacks. from there she fled the village, unsure where else to go... With no memories or even understandings of the world around her, all she could do was practice the expression of fear.

Suddenly sometime in the night, she grew hungry, like really hungry. Her body had not been fed in such a long time, desired food of all kinds. Scent of food cooking over a campfire filled her nose, sneaking in the night she came across what looked to be an empty camp. Should there have been any internal instincts to tell her to stay away, they were certainly drowned away.

Greedily she approached the fire, attempted to grab the food straight from the fire only the burn herself, first real time she had felt real pain since rebirth. Standing there shaking her hand, she was painfully unaware of the stranger coming up behind her, pulling out a knife ever so slowly and silently. The stranger immediately grabbed her from the back slamming the blade across her neck, she thinking of only human emotional action coward to him.

Mocking filled her ears, as she was a defenseless starving woman with no way to escape. luckily for her these little bandits weren't the terrible kind, nothing too bad happened. They fed her, offered her a place in their little traveling stealing group... If and only if, she cleaned up after them. Why all men love having a cowardly woman around to clean up after them.

Traveling with the group, she quickly began to learn more about the world. She still didn't caught on that she was a nobody, that these were somebodies, and those emotions they felt she would never truly feel. She did develop some quite unusual quirks, like crying a lot... about a lot of things.. probably would have been killed had not been the bandit leader growing to like his little whiny wimpy maid pet. Sometimes taught her a bit of bandit basics: like self defense and spotting important objects to steal. That all she wasn't too good, but she was good for being a woman. He would have taught how to threaten people, stand up for herself, but the bandit leader found it pointless. The woman was just too stuck being a spineless coward, and was just better fit staying back cleaning and guarding herself.

Growing quite comfortable in the bandit group, it was finally arrested locked away...Assuming she was some sort of sex slave, by how wimpy she acted and womanly she looked.. She was easily released for good behavior, left once again to wonder cold and hungry.

 All alone, wondering a forest, was when she had found him. She really didn't quite understand what was going on, but as a nobody she really just didn't deep down care. What was important was what he had to offer: safety, warmth, and food. He had easily charmed his was into her heart with the sweet smooth talk, that of those charisma pores of his. Or maybe there was just something about him, that felt nostalgic?

 At first it was hard, with random painful memories and flashbacks, but every time he had comfort her. reminding her she was safe around him, should she just follow him without question. They were one, they were meant to be together, this was only how it should be. It was fun, sure, minus those random painful useless flashbacks.

Though, as she to the point of growing completely comfortable, almost needy to be around him. He began to push her around, commanding her to do things. The sudden change threw her off, but the spineless wimp she was, soon she fell into a more controlling state. As years passed together with him, she did practically everything he commanded, granted were times she questions him. She was however always easily shot down, and ended up with just accepting just how things were.

OOC Name: Ginger

ROLE: ORIGINAL