JOSEPHINE JANE ROCHESTER

the basics

full name ♦ Josephine Jane Rochester
nicknames ♦ JJ, Joey,
age ♦ twenty-nine
birthday ♦ April 10th, 1990
occupation ♦ investor, owns stakes in Live Oak Properties, LLC
school ♦ Primrose Alum
species ♦ shapeshifter
ability/power ♦ red fox
how the ability works ♦ As a red fox, Joey is of average size, if a little slim. Despite her busy schedule, Joey finds the time to shift often, and as such, the consequences of doing so have diffused throughout her life, for better or worse. She becomes a bit more basal in instinct when she shifts often and for longer, which anyone hardly notices considering her natural personality. When she doesn’t keep up a steady shifting schedule, she can go through a sort of withdrawal. She gets snippier and feels rather closed-in, and the urge to change will get stronger and stronger until she does, whether it’s a good time or not. For this reason, she’s more likely to be in her fox form on any given empty Sunday afternoon.
gender ♦ cis female, she/her
sexuality ♦ pansexual

the appearance

face claim ♦ Krysten Ritter
height and weight ♦ 5’9” and 126 lbs
identifying features ♦ none
overall appearance ♦ Tall and svelte, Joey is lean and sharp. Large features give her face some softness, but she usually undercuts this with sharp eye makeup and red lips. Impeccably dressed and made up, usually with blunt bangs, and accessorized to the nines, Joey likes to make an impression. Designer tags mean just about everything to her, and she has quite the diverse wardrobe that she trots out at any chance. She takes a few risks here and there, mixing prints or doing more than some might dare. Even if it doesn’t quite work, she wears it like it does, radiating confidence.

the personality

likes ♦
⚜ her sisters (most of the time)
⚜ getting her way
⚜ being home alone
⚜ having (too much) fun

dislikes ♦
⚜ her sisters (sometimes)
⚜ wearing clothes all the time
⚜ people who are inept at their jobs
⚜ people who don't know how to have fun
⚜ being constantly compared to her sisters

strengths ♦
⚜ knows what she wants/very driven
⚜ manipulative

weaknesses ♦
⚜ manipulative
⚜ more than a little vain and self-serving

dreams ♦ to be someone her mother is thoroughly and truly proud of (even if she doesn't admit it)
fears ♦ that she and her sisters will fall out completely one day
overall personality ♦

Selfish. Self-absorbed. Shallow. Solipsistic. Spoiled. Unstoppable. A little cutthroat. Josephine Jane has heard every single one from the day she could string together her first full sentence. She doesn’t try to buck any of those honorary titles, however. She leans into them, wears them like jewels. She prefers to be underestimated, reduced to nothing more than a red-lipped scowl and a purse in the crook of her arm. She likes it when she snaps and people jump to fulfill her needs, and as long as they see her as little more than both impetuous and dangerous, it works like a charm.

She’s quick with her tongue and a cutting glance and has never been known to let a good opportunity pass her by. This reveals the secret cunning that many choose not to see in her. Clever as her shapeshifting animal, Joey knows how to get what she wants from people. Her impetuous and spoiled nature gives way to a manipulative undercurrent that only her sisters are completely exempt from. She knows what her limits are, and she still likes the dance right up to the line. She is very aware that she doesn’t have the raw, curvy beauty of some of her sisters, but she has forged her outward persona into a sharp edge.

Most of all, Joey just wants what she wants. Mostly, she wants to have fun. She still acts a bit immature for her age and can engage in behavior rather unbecoming of a true socialite, owing to early teenage rebellion that just never exactly stopped. She seems to switch gears between girl boss and party girl on the drop of a dime, and her ideas range from really good to quite awful on the same quick swing.

the history

father ♦ James Eric Rochester, deceased.
mother ♦ Bianca Laurel Rochester, interior designer and old money, 58
siblings ♦
Beatrice Fawn Rochester , 34, sister
--- --- Rochester, 31, sister
--- --- Rochester, 25, sister
--- --- Rochester, 23, sister
important people ♦ anyone else important, from family to close friends
hometown ♦ Savannah, Georgia
overall history ♦{Trigger Warnings for parent death.}
Chanel. Your mother wore Chanel No. 5 exclusively when you were little, and even before you knew you had your full shifter senses, you could smell it anywhere in the house. You can’t remember exactly what your dad wore, but the Chanel overpowered it anyway. You saved up all your allowance until you could a bottle for yourself. It still sits on your dresser; you’ve never felt like you had a right to use it.

Louboutin. That is your mother’s favorite brand of high heels. That was the kind you used to wobble around in when you were little. Once, when you were five, shortly after your youngest sister was born, you broke one, and your father helped you replace it before your mother found out. She only figured it out when you confessed to her during a drunken teenage rant once. She didn’t talk to you for a month, and you felt like you wanted to die. Her opinion means so much more to you than you admit.

Cartier. Your father left behind a Cartier watch when he changed out of his human form. It was on the ground by his bed, and you took it. Your mom blamed your little sisters and then the cleaning lady, and so you slipped it back into his drawers when no one was looking. You haven’t seen it since you were ten; you’re sure your mother still has it locked up somewhere. You wish you had kept it, if only to have something more to remember him by your inherited dark eyes and hair. You miss the way he called you JJ.

Louis Vuitton. You packed your clothes in your LV case to go to Primrose; you were fourteen and it was about damn time. Your house had gotten colder since your dad died, and even though your mother still wore her red-bottom shoes and the same Chanel, you noticed the clinicalness in her eyes, in the way she would size you up to see how you fit in just the right niche in the Rochester clan. When you left, you took a pair of her high heels; you’d fit them someday.

Victoria’s Secret. That was the first bra you ever let someone try to take off you. You were both young and dumb, and they couldn’t find the right hooks. Doing it yourself felt like an absolute chore, so you left. After that, you had a bit of a reputation at Primrose; they thought you were too stuck-up, even for Primrose standards. That was just fine. You didn’t need daft-fingered boys pawing at you left and right; you did have standards. You would rather go to college parties instead anyway.

Prada. Your overnight bag to England was Prada. You wanted to figure out why Bea hadn’t called; you and your sisters had to stick together, after all. You bought your plane ticket with your allowance and didn’t tell your mother where you were going. That night you and your sisters changed, there was magic and strength in the air. You couldn’t live your life fully as a fox; your father’s death had taught you that. But you wanted to. You wanted to feel that freedom and that power as often as you could.

Oscar de la Renta. You wore Oscar de la Renta under your Primrose graduation robe. You were eighteen, your entire life ahead of you. They called your name, and you searched the crowd for your family. Most of your sisters were there, but your mother was stony silent in the roaring crowd. You had not met her expectations yet; you still had a while to go. You knew you would eventually, but you would do it in your own way.

Jimmy Choo. You wore these once to your undergrad graduation and then another pair to your masters graduation, both in business and from Yale. You had worked hard, had done it on your own and with your own name. Your mother did not attend either graduation, but you knew that she was proud. It wasn’t a PhD and you weren’t a rocket scientist, but you knew that what you were doing counted for something. At the very least, it would help you pay for the lifestyle you had become accustomed to.

Tiffany & Co. You wore diamond Tiffany studs to celebrate your first successful investment. It was nothing more than a little shopping center, but the commercial property had made your money back and more. Even though you had a little bit too much fun at the party and came home with only one earring from the pair, you were still over the moon. You used the rest of the money to put the down payment on your first house in New Orleans at 25. You always wanted to go back, and you had a connection with an investment firm that would help you relearn both the market and the city. You couldn’t resist either.

Saint Laurent. YSL makes a better fur coat than anyone else in the business, and you’re never without it, no matter the Louisiana temperature. You wear it to business functions and out all the same. You once wore it home, though, and your mother thought it was awfully gaudy. She didn’t say it; just stared at you from above the rim of her wine glass. You smiled right back. You have your life now, and it’s fun. There are no rules but the ones you make, and you break so many more than you make.

the role player

alias ♦ bree
age ♦ 23
pronouns ♦ she/her
code ♦ ADMIN EDIT
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