Josephine's parents Elias and Jhilsara loved each other dearly. Elias had had relationships before, sure, but no one like Jhilsara. They were married for a short few years before she became with child. Jhilsara gave birth in her home in Norland, Elias by her side, to a sweet and healthy baby boy. The joy and bliss was short lived, however, because Jhilsara soon felt the familiar pressure in her abdomen. She had looked, frightened, to her husband and both of them knew what came next. After a few painful moments, Josephine was born. Her mother held her for only a few seconds before the light faded from her eyes and her arms went limp. Elias was struck with more grief than he knew a person could feel. He held his babies in his arms and let the grief turn slowly and gruesomely into rage. After that day, Josephine and her brother, Travis, were shunned by their father. Despite the curse of Iblees, Elias believed that it was Josephine herself that killed his wife, their mother. He despised her and often took his anger--drunken or otherwise--out on his daughter. Eventually, Josephine could no longer stand the torture her father put her through, and she ran from home with nothing but her will to live. It destroyed her to leave her brother--who was no better off than she was--behind, but she had no choice. Another day there, and she swore she would be killed. She was 16 then, and now, at a more mature age of 26, Josephine camps in the snowy mountains of Azuras, surviving off of whatever she can get her hands on.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Josephine eyes the older woman warily. "You know me? How?" Her hand slowly finds its way to the hilt of her sword, grasping it lightly. "No one should have known I was coming." She glances around the dingy looking shack, her eyes slowing adjusting to the dim light. After a moment, she clears her throat. "Look, I'm just looking for directions." She pauses, and then, quieter, "I'm looking for my sister." Josephine shifts uncomfortably, waiting for the woman's response.

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