Name: Jo Gwendolyn Baxter


Age: 22


Gender:Female


Looks: Jo stands at five foot one, with her frame thin and spindly, though retaining some more womanly features. Her limbs are long for her size, her skin paler than the pages of the books she is often nose-deep in. Her black hair is cut short in a geometrical a-line bob, edges straight and not a hair out of place. Her icy blue eyes are almost always aloof, large in her head and turned to the ground when she isn’t reading. Her attire keeps up with the times, and as a result of that, are either fitted, angular, or both. Occasionally she wears makeup, but more often than not, she forgets to make time for it.


Bio: Jo lives in a 1960’s vision of the future, on a city on a platform high above the clouds. All her school life, she was the quiet one, getting picked on for that (and other things) until she made herself an emotionless shell. Once she became an adult, things eased up. She inherited a small house from her grandmother, got a gob, and the bullying stopped. To support herself, she works in a small shop on the main street of the main platform, selling music, holographic players, and even the odd book (though, she often buys them herself). She doesn't like being outside much, as sometimes, a draft comes from the lower platforms and makes her feel sick.
Though she's well off, she still is pretty isolated from most everyone. She has several friends who aren't really the best of friends, and the only person she's really close with is her dad, the local police chief.


Extras: Plays the violin, has never seen a bird in real life, has an extreme fondness for old things and old people, is deathly afraid of thunder/lightining, and also attempts to write books every now and again