Josephine Biography

Josephine was the younger of Alexandria and Christian's two children. From a young age, her parents knew she was destined for something better than the village flower girl. She was a beautiful lass, the prized jewel of her small village and her beauty was heard of all around the neighboring areas. She was unique. Born with hair white as untouched snow, eyes blue like an icy river, skin as fair as the finest ivory. But what was most special was her eyes, going from blue to a light pink after practicing magic or healing someone. She was a rare gem.

She had a happy family, a happy life. Until it wasn't anymore. Both of her parents were slaughtered like lambs by a werewolf in front of her when she was just 16. Her brother Tony was petrified, unable to defend anyone. That was the night she became known for both beauty and her mercilessness. She had taken down the werewolf, but not without her wounds. She had 3 large gashlike scars along her torso, those which would never heal. She became colder, reserved, like winter had frozen over her. She poured herself into her studies, resulting in her being one of the youngest sorceresses to graduate from Aretuza.

She had found that many would approach her for her precise healing ability, able to cure almost any illness. Some witchers had grown a bit lazy she noticed, coming to her to make potions for them. That was how she had her income, healing and potion brewing. She had a stable life, living on the outskirts of her village with her cat Bella. She was content.

She didn't have any romantic endeavors (Yet) due to most who approached her being normal men who would have an average lifespan compared to hers. She is yet to find anyone who showed interest in her who would live a long life like her. Most Witchers, though fine suitors, were not interested in a long term relationship or were with another. She was not opposed to having a romantic partner, she was yet to meet the right man.

"Those who believe I'm but an innocent flower have not seen the wrath of a woman yet. I could make you believe you love me and rip your heart out of your chest. My hands are not clean. They are forever blood-tainted."