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Probity

The heart attack Joanne would have if Papa Frank' touched her, oh Lord.

Probity

Miss. Joanne M. Hanson, 23.

_{Now Adam told to Eve, "Listen here to me, don't you let me catch you messin' round that apple tree."
Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man.}

Dedicated Nurse

_{Joanne was a overachieving student ever since she graced her peers in their elementary years. She was a bright eyed daughter of the Lord, praising her gifts to the man upstairs as she was taught. She continued to grow into a smart young woman and then furthered her journey by pursuing a nursing degree. Between school and the internship job at Probity Elementary School as a nurse her schedule is quite penciled in. When the weekends roll around you can find Joanne cleaning, sewing, or getting her hair prim and proper. Joanne considers herself to be fairly manicured: enjoying her clothes to be pressed, hemmed, and fitting just right. Every time you leave your home you should present yourself with your best face forward. Present yourself to everyone as if they are our Lord and Savior Himself. Sloppy presentation is a definite turn off. She has a keen sense of smell and an eye for small detail.}

Impulsive Child Abuser

_{Filthy vile creatures. Why are children so dirty with their grubby little fingers? The fingers that dig in the dirt and get shoved into every burrow of their body they can get their horrid stubs into? Joanne has had an increasingly hard time adjusting to real life nursing situations versus the textbook presentations she was used to at university. Sometimes a child comes in to her office and oh how she can't help but have a sense of entitlement to cleanse this child from the top of his head to his toes. A bloody nose on the playground turns into an entire sponge bath with hydrogen peroxide. Scraping at layers of skins until it beats red. They need to be clean. They need to be pure. These impulses are becoming frequent while the office visits are becoming less.}

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Francis Mae Hanson - Mother

_{Francis is Joanne's mother and closest family member. Franny is a mother of two young adult children. She loves to bake, garden, and clip coupons. The two ladies have always been close but have especially gotten close after Joanne got a job as a nurse at the elementary school that Francis teaches third grade at. The two often share their lunch hours and gossip about things going on at the school and other parts of town. Her mother also likes to harp about her living and marital status, both in which are lacking as far as the Hanson family is concerned.}

Joseph Charles Hanson - Older Brother

_{Joseph, or as Joanne lovingly calls him; Joe. Has been her hero of sorts as the two grew up. Joanne has gone to him with all her troubles and worries in the past. He taught her how to drive, and how to be a strong willed woman that she has became today. They are five years apart. Joe is tall, dark, and handsome with incredible strength and a great taste for American crafted beer and turkey sandwiches. Joe works along side his father as a garage door sales and repairman. While he isn't working he is courting a young woman by the name of Sandra Carlson.}

Charles Oscar Hanson - Father

_{Charles and Joanne do not spend much time together nor do they have a lot of similar hobbies or interests. Charles is a prideful hard worker and pays the bills in an on time and orderly fashion. He hates that both his wife Francis and daughter Joanne have jobs but, he would rather have them working a wholesome job than staying at home being brainless whores. He wants his pride and joy and only son Joseph- to take over the family business and to some day and for him to give it to his son as well. He expects nothing but the best from everyone.}

Probity

I hope she's okay c:

Joanne M. Hanson

Miss. Joanne M. Hanson, 23.

_{Now Adam told to Eve, "Listen here to me, don't you let me catch you messin' round that apple tree."
Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man.}

Dedicated Nurse

_{Joanne was a overachieving student ever since she graced her peers in their elementary years. She was a bright eyed daughter of the Lord, praising her gifts to the man upstairs as she was taught. She continued to grow into a smart young woman and then furthered her journey by pursuing a nursing degree. Between school and the internship job at Probity Elementary School as a nurse her schedule is quite penciled in. When the weekends roll around you can find Joanne cleaning, sewing, or getting her hair prim and proper. Joanne considers herself to be fairly manicured: enjoying her clothes to be pressed, hemmed, and fitting just right. Every time you leave your home you should present yourself with your best face forward. Present yourself to everyone as if they are our Lord and Savior Himself. Sloppy presentation is a definite turn off. She has a keen sense of smell and an eye for small detail.}

Impulsive Child Abuser

_{Filthy vile creatures. Why are children so dirty with their grubby little fingers? The fingers that dig in the dirt and get shoved into every burrow of their body they can get their horrid stubs into? Joanne has had an increasingly hard time adjusting to real life nursing situations versus the textbook presentations she was used to at university. Sometimes a child comes in to her office and oh how she can't help but have a sense of entitlement to cleanse this child from the top of his head to his toes. A bloody nose on the playground turns into an entire sponge bath with hydrogen peroxide. Scraping at layers of skins until it beats red. They need to be clean. They need to be pure. These impulses are becoming frequent while the office visits are becoming less.}

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Francis Mae Hanson - Mother

_{Francis is Joanne's mother and closest family member. Franny is a mother of two young adult children. She loves to bake, garden, and clip coupons. The two ladies have always been close but have especially gotten close after Joanne got a job as a nurse at the elementary school that Francis teaches third grade at. The two often share their lunch hours and gossip about things going on at the school and other parts of town. Her mother also likes to harp about her living and marital status, both in which are lacking as far as the Hanson family is concerned.}

Joseph Charles Hanson - Older Brother

_{Joseph, or as Joanne lovingly calls him; Joe. Has been her hero of sorts as the two grew up. Joanne has gone to him with all her troubles and worries in the past. He taught her how to drive, and how to be a strong willed woman that she has became today. They are five years apart. Joe is tall, dark, and handsome with incredible strength and a great taste for American crafted beer and turkey sandwiches. Joe works along side his father as a garage door sales and repairman. While he isn't working he is courting a young woman by the name of Sandra Carlson.}

Charles Oscar Hanson - Father

_{Charles and Joanne do not spend much time together nor do they have a lot of similar hobbies or interests. Charles is a prideful hard worker and pays the bills in an on time and orderly fashion. He hates that both his wife Francis and daughter Joanne have jobs but, he would rather have them working a wholesome job than staying at home being brainless whores. He wants his pride and joy and only son Joseph- to take over the family business and to some day and for him to give it to his son as well. He expects nothing but the best from everyone.}

Born in Brimstone

@Rockin Strings

As long as you can handle it- the more the merrier :)

Tales of Roaming Wanderers

“Hey your kinda cute.”

Nhia had finished off her pastry awhile ago as she people watched. The comment caught her off guard as she watched the large man stumble away. Looking up to the sign, she slowly read that it was an INN. Some place where she could lay her head tonight. Thinking quickly she thought she would take the opportunity to introduce herself to the man, but also get a free place to sleep tonight. "Excuse me!" she said as she hopped off the side of the fountain and followed him inside. She wrapped her arm around the arm of the stumbling man, as she looked up to the innkeeper. "My husband and I need a room for the night. You know who this is don't you? The champion fighter from across borders! He needs your finest room and now!" Nhia demanded as the innkeeper scrambled to find their door keys.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name-" the innkeeper started and Nhia waved her hand, "How dare you! I should contact the guards right now for such inappropriate questioning." she declared, as the innkeeper made haste to show them into a room, "No, no that won't be necessary at all!" he brought them to a room. Nhia released his arm, "You're welcome." she cooed, as she proceeded to take off her boots and sit down in one of the wooden chairs that were in the room. "I'm Nhia. When they ask for the room payment just tell them the officials of the festival are to pay, and we'll go from there. You can have the bed, I'm used to the floor. I just didn't want to sleep outside again." she mentioned, bringing her foot up to her hand to rub it soothingly.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

I unfortunately will be taking my leave from this roleplay.
I can't seem to find any interest in my own character anymore. But thank you for having me, and feel free to use her as you seem fit. :)

Born in Brimstone

We're such free spirit girls

Born in Brimstone

The plopping sound in one of the chair's next to her caused Molly to jump and turn her head quickly. She wouldn't admit to being a little freaked out since the incident yesterday but she remained calm, cool, and collected. Molly watched Lilith take a drag of her cigarette, "Where were you last night, bitch?" Molly wondered, but didn't speak it. The added word of bitch was in a loving form. It was when other girls called each other honey and sweetheart that you needed to be worried of a fight breaking out. She reached out and took the cigarette from her friend's lips and took her own drag before returning it softly. The two laid their in the sun, enjoying the silence and heat before Abigail arrived much later than the planned time.

Molly sat up in her chair as she watched Abigail poke and prod Lilith with the same question that she had thought about earlier. "Yeah, where were you?" Molly piped in, her throat a little raspy from not speaking for most of the day. Molly nodded along with Abigail's comments of last night, adding in the random comments of "yeah" and "lame" here and there. Abigail then began to strip and Molly giggled, but her eyes couldn't help but trace over the scars and the huge bruise that covered most of the girl's pale body. "Fuck Abigail that looks bad." she said to herself, hoping Lilith wouldn't question it. Please God, don't question it.

Abigail proceeded to hop in and come up, bubbles coming from the depths the young girl emerged and Molly smirked, "You're like a national geographic piece Abigail." she laughed before looking around. It was true this place was mostly filled with corpses. Old people that could barely wipe their own ass let alone know that they were slowly decomposing. Molly stood up off the chair and proceeded to take her own bathing suit off, "Why the fuck not!" she laughed. Molly's skin was just as pale as Abigail's but instead of littered with scars it was littered with terrible home made tattoos. She walked off the edge letting her body standing up right go straight into the water. She didn't care about her hair and makeup anymore, she was just going to have a nice summer day with her two best friends.

Born in Brimstone

@Rockin Strings

Hi there! I'm just the co-gm so I don't have much say.
But I guess if you're interested we have a group of kids, a group of teens, and some adults that need friends!

Born in Brimstone

@Stitches

Will shove post so you don't have to double post