Joanna Vane

[joanna-vane]

JOANNA VANE :: CHARACTER SHEET

I'm a mess, such a wreck, don't forget about it. I drag myself through the dirt just to feel a little closer to the ground...because i've always had my head up in the clouds.

Nicknames: Jo (friends from home) Magic status: shifter - monitor lizard Nationality: Australian Ethnicity: White Accent: australian accent Height: 5'5" Build: Slim, lanky, feet turned out a bit Complexion: fair with freckles across her nose Eye color: light green Hair color/length/style: light brown hair, just past her shoulders, a slight wave to it but mostly straight. Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: nose ring; stud on the left side of her nose. Monitor lizard outline on the inside of her left wrist. What would you find if you Googled them? A few police records from over the past few years. Minor misdemeanor chargers for petty theft. Charged as a minor and no real time served. Until in 2020 when she was arrested for stealing a rare diamond necklace from a politicians home in Melbourne. Was caught stealing in her monitor form only shifting when security were firing upon her. Was on the news, she did serve pre trial jail time - was let go on probation due to being freshly 18. Potential interference from outside entities she was unaware. A few enrollment documents and pictures from her local dance studios. Joanna has a twitter, instagram, and a tik tok but she plans on making new ones now that she ran away from home. What natives would know about them: She is new to PrideU. Australian. Has the ability to shift into a monitor lizard when she wants.

Other:

[johnestfellow]

Torch of Survival // Honest Thief

tlou 1x8//Stand by me//beach read emily henry//writing prompts for the broken-hearted eden robinson//jupiter sleeping at last//empire of storms sarah j maas//east of eden john steinbeck

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[joanna-vane]

I am crying. 😰

[joanna-vane]

A love letter to Joanna ~

My feral beast.

My sad girl.

My short fuse.

My little sister.

My music muse.

I carry a part of you with me everyday. A impulsive little girl just trying to be herself in a sea of people who just never understood her. A tenacious powerhouse forced to conform to “fit” in only to realize this is just who she is. My Joanna bb - thank you for being the outlet little me needed to realize I never needed to quiet myself down for anyone.

Flock ‘em!

[joanna-vane]

Joanna || Book 1

Summary: Joanna returned to Swynlake through a crackling void only to fall victim to the viral magick that swallowed Karen up.

Date: August 2nd - 3rd 2025

tw: injury, abuse, blood, fear, and trauma

@johnestfellow

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[joanna-vane]

Daughter of Chaos & warrior at heart!

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[bisset2020]

maddie ziegler

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you said you had snacks || Honest Thief

Date: 30 July Summary: Joanna sneaks into Johns apartment to feel safe - after being met with judgment and hate from her other 'friends.' Tw: mentions of abuse @johnestfellow

The light from above the oven cast a dull yellow glow across the kitchen floor. Joanna sat cross legged just at the foot of the pantry. John always said there would be snacks. One hand buried in a now half-empty box of Fruity Loops and  in a ripped open bag of marshmallow hearts. Her hoodie was still damp from the rain and her  hair was matted under her cap…but she didn’t care. She’d made it. AND more importantly she hadn’t been seen.

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I am not your enemy || Joanna x Mim

Summary: Joanna tries to reason with Mim after the interpride attack but only meets hate and judgment. (rightfullly so sis) tw: minor mentions of bullying @madmagicmim | Read it Here |

[joanna-vane]

what is a mother || Perryanna

[perry-flynn]

It was a look he'd come to recognize too well, and was tragically all the more common since getting into independant detective work. She didn't know if she wanted to step inside or run for the hills. Didn't know if she could stand the slam of another metaphorical door in her face. Perry sure hoped he could help.

And there was a time the phrase in a dream might have made him cringe a bit, but he knew now there were things not so easy to explain, and Swynlake especially had its own strange way of leading you to what you needed.

This, too, had become more common than Perry liked; people who couldn't pay. And it didn't irk him because he felt they were wasting his time or anything cruel like that... Honestly, he would do it all for free, but he did have to eat. "Well... Expenses only really come into the picture if I have to leave the office for a case- I don't charge people to have a chat with me." He shrugs, leaning in the doorway of the office proper. "...And honestly I'll even make a few phone calls for free, if I think it'll help. Y'want anything to drink?"

He bobs his head towards the little kitchenette, "we've got all the usual stuff. Or we can just get to it." Perry pivots back towards his desk, leaving her to make her own choice on it, only calling back to warn her- "keep an eye out for a cat, he's a rotten bastard."

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Joanna slid into the chair across from Perry. Immediately her fingers were already unzipping her backpack like she might lose her nerve if she waited too long. This was it! Papers piled together in her binder finally surfaced. Pulling at it first Joanna laid out a worn photo of her mother holding her as a baby...the edges curled from years of handling. Next she pulled out the birth announcement from Australia some small Australian newspaper...and finally a pile of half-faded notes written in her own hurried handwriting. Stories her father spit at her through layers of disgust and resentment.

“They’re all I’ve got” she said quietly. Out of instinct her thumb traced the corner of the picture...it was probably the only thing she clung to. A real life picture of her mother. “The stories my dad told me...well they mostly came from when he was mad. She left a few months after I was born and he never let me forget it...ever.” Joanna’s voice portrayed strong but really this all made her emotional. “He isn't magic. I am. I’ve been able to…change…since I was a toddler. So she must’ve had it. She has to...right?”

Her eyes flicked up to Perry’s unsure if he’d think this was ridiculous or desperate. “I don’t need you to go anywhere. I just…I’ve been carrying this for so long and I don’t think I am searching in the right ways anymore......” She sat back as the weight of the files and the years of resentful stories laid between them. “I just want to talk to someone who might know where to start..you know beyond a google search....” @perry-flynn

[joanna-vane]

NAME: Joanna Vane

ASSIGNED SIDNEYLAND: Camelot Games of Magic

JOB TITLE & ASSIGNMENT: Ride Attendant @ Dueling Dragons

FAVORITE RIDE/ATTRACTION: Pirates of the Caribbean

YEARS EMPLOYED AT SIDNEYLAND: 1 year SCP

The last thing Joanna remembers is the concrete floor at MAFIA HQ. Blood in her mouth. The pounding in her skull. The voids screaming. No…it was her voice screaming louder. Begging Karen to take her to Swynlake. Begging for her life! Survival.

Then everything cracked like glass.

Now she’s here. Camelot? A rollercoaster girl in a shiny Sidneyworld vest, punching tickets and making announcements in a headset mic? She’s got a dorm. A badge. Friends. Like actual friends. They laugh with her and text her dumb memes. Even more important they actually invite her her to group hangouts. Sometimes she actually she feels happy, like she’s been let into something she was never meant to touch.

But none of this makes sense!!!

She can’t figure out if she’s dreaming or if she’s dead. If Karen did something. Flock. If that blast to the head rattled her brain so hard it rewrote her story. Everything is bright and sugary and so…so fake…but also real. Joanna wakes up every day half waiting for the darkness that was her life to come back.

Joanna doesn’t trust it. She doesn’t trust anything. Not even herself. She knows how this story usually ends…you know for girls like her. Girls raised in locked rooms and used as weapons. Girls who only learned love from people who’d kill them for less than betrayal.

They weren’t given nice things like friends and a carefree life at an amusement park - they were forced to suffer. Joanna just needs to get to the bottom of all this - someone has to know something

[into-the-voyd]

Into the Void 🌀 [MAFIA Finale]

Summary: After Gem gives up the HQ location, the MAFIA and RAS have one last confrontation.

tw - gore, violence, implied death.

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BELLE:

This was the closest Belle had been to her children in weeks. 

The thought alone made her want to just run right into the idyllic little house without any plan except getting her children back. Only thing that was stopping her was one of the agents at her side, close enough that they were brushing shoulders. If she started forward, they would grab her and haul her back. Probably for the best. 

There were a whole score of people here: snipers, police, RAS agents. They had the house surrounded.

Would it matter? If Karen took off into a void, it was very likely that she’d never see her children again. Gem’s intel had only been good once. They had a single shot at this. 

“Remember: the leader can poison with a touch and Karen has the voids…we don’t know what else we’re walking into,” Belle said. 

The group leader nodded.

“On my count,” they said. “One, two, three…”

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find my way back // Sorranna

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Joanna’s hands were shaking as she flipped open the binder. The plastic sleeves inside crackled like they were on their last leg. Old photographs. Scribbled notes. Newspaper clippings. Doodles that bled into research that bled into something like sick obsession.

“I came back for this” she said her voice still shaky from the tears. “That’s the truth. Not for anything else. Just this.”

She looked up at Sorrel eyes still glassy. “I know I messed up. I know what I did. But I’ve been chasing this my whole life and if I walk away now then what the hell was it all for?” Joanna swallowed hard and pressed her hand flat to a page with a faded picture of her mother holding her as a baby - on the day she was born.

“I don’t even know what I am, Sorrel. All I know is she was whatever I am ok...so I have to figure it out! I have to! Please....don't turn me in!"

She let the binder fall into her lap.

“I didn’t come back to hurt anyone. I came back because this is the only piece of her I’ve got left.”

@silvertongued-mountain-lord

[joanna-vane]

find my way back // Sorranna

[joanna-vane]

deliver words I cannot say // Fire Thief

Summary: Joanna sneaks behind pixies and leaves a note hidden for Gem….hoping he is out there somewhere.

Tw: grief

It was late. The kind of late where the streetlights buzzed a stale tune but even the rats seemed to be calling it a night. Swynlakes alleyways had a certain kind of silence to them but there was an eerie vibe to her home…ever since - well ever since Tink died and everything went to hell. There was a quiet that pressed too tight on Joanna’s ears - like how loud the quietness of snow was. Sharp..soft…and loud. Still she moved like a shadow. Eyes flicking every direction. Joanna knew better than to linger.

@gem-morey 🧡

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what is a mother || Perryanna

[perry-flynn]

Business wasn't exactly what you would call booming, but it was busy enough for Perry. and given that there'd been a time he thought his life as a detective- hell, his life full stop- might have come to an end, he's all the more grateful for the small parts of it. A quiet moment to go over paperwork, a desk that was cursed to shuffle his things around as it saw fit, an unexpected visitor.

Of course, people are welcome to stop in any time within the opening hours- and Perry will meet you there outside those hours, if you call ahead- but it's not so often people come by without an appointment, and Perry looks up like he's forgotten they even had a bell, shifting all his paperwork to the side to head out to the reception area.

"Joanna!" He says, recognizing the cage-y young woman from Hatters easily enough, "how's your research going? Need a few more tips?"

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Joanna hovered just inside the door. Her hands dug into the straps of her backpack...like if she let go she would be swept out the door and back to the beginning of her whole search.

She gave Perry a look - it wasn't welcoming but it wasn't her natural scowl either...it was just Joanna.

"Yeah. I mean...maybe."

She shifted again he weight bounding from one hip to another. A sense of nervousness fell over her as this all began to feel real. “I got this name from a dream. Which had to be something right? Something new...but I did some digging but it’s like nothing sticks.”

Whew! It felt good to say it out loud.

Joannas eyes flicked up now towards Perry and she almost smiled. “I know this is your job and all. Like you find people with your skills...but I don’t have a pile of gold under my bed or some offshore account or whatever. So I was hoping you could...well I just need a hand...if you can spare it.”

@perry-flynn

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tears left to cry // Joanna One Shot

Summary: Joanna sneaks back into Swynlake and her emotions finally catch up with her once back in her dorm room.

tw: none!

Terrorism - The calculated use of unlawful violence or threat of unlawful violence to inculcate fear; intended to coerce or to intimidate governments or societies in the pursuit of goals that are generally political, religious, or ideological. 

Joanna never cared much for trains. Better than an airplane - because you can’t escape from one of those…but still she never cared much for them. Too many eyes. Too many stops.

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