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The voodoo queen of New Orleans, also known as the most fucked up town in the state. Seeing as you're here, you're clearly desperate enough to seek my assistance. So, mundane, how can I help you? tracking: josephine lovelace

[josephinelovelace]

Come on in || Self Para #001

The strap of her bag slid down her shoulder and she left on the table, not giving it a second glance. She turned to face the man - whatever his name was (something beginning with an M, possibly?) - who was hovering both in an out of the door, with an expression that looked like he was ready to be sick. As long as it’s nowhere near the couch. It was one of the few pieces of furniture not gathering dust. She didn’t allow the train of thought to travel any further and instead beckoned him over with a smile.  "Would you like a tour?" "No." His voice was gruff and suddenly he was at her side, bringing his lips down to meet hers. That made things much easier. It was unfortunate that the wicca had insisted on seeing the Laveau estate but a simple spell once he fell asleep would send almost all memories of the home, apart from one of course, from his mind. Witch or not, it was unnerving knowing someone would be spouting stories about her home and how run down it was.     Up close, he wasn’t nearly as attractive as he had been when he’d hovered just outside the entrance to the Laveau estate. Angry blemishes dotted his skin randomly and his eyes were bloodshot. It didn’t matter, anyhow. The less she found herself drawn to those she accompanied during the night, the better. These people meant less than the clothes she owned. The less attracted she was the better - it meant they wouldn’t linger in her thoughts. Still she lifted her head, hands snaking up his almost non-existent biceps and kissed him in the way that clearly said this wasn’t going to be affectionate. He responded with the same enthusiasm and Josephine pulled away, knotting their fingers so she could lead them into the bedroom on the ground floor. She’d recently moved out of the third floor where she’d spent the majority of her life in to an old guestroom. The top floor had become absolutely filthy and she wasn’t one to be reduced to a maid and she wasn’t about to show the rare company she brought home how horrible a state the place was in. Not that it would matter in the morning after she did the ritual on him anyway. Once they got into the room, she was shoved up against the wall. No, she thought with a low growl that the guy probably misinterpreted, that’s not how we’re doing things here. She shoved him hard enough so he stumbled, more in surprise than anything. Josephine smirked, glad to have had the desired effect before reaching behind to unzip her outfit. Undressing was her least favourite part of this whole thing. Exposing herself. Leaving herself vulnerable. Almost the exact opposite of what she had worked so hard for. Before he could react she kissed him again and closed her eyes so she couldn’t see his expression and only enjoy the moment as it was.

[adelaide-ward]

I’ve decided to blame television; we’re a spectacle, something they’ve seen on a show or whateved. It’s like we aren’t even real.

[josephinelovelace]

That's a reasonable explanation, I suppose. Also this town thrives off the idiocy into which they've made the holiday. Just comes back to how stupid the youth of today is.

[thehestia-jones-deactivated2013]

Why don’t you put up a sign telling them it’s private property? 

[josephinelovelace]

"Given that this is a yearly occurrence I doubt it would do anything. Spells would probably work better at this point."

[josephinelovelace]

"Fucking hate this time of year. My house isn't just for shitty tourists who think I'm about to give tours. People these days."

[willowxwitch]

Oh! Crap! I’m late for work. And traffic is going to be such a drag. 

I hate holidays…

[josephinelovelace]

I don't see how the holidays have anything to do with you being late. Maybe you should consider leaving earlier next time?

[zljghfdjhzljgdfi-deactivated201]

[spellcraft-rpg]

JOSEPHINE LOVELACE / TWENTY-SIX / VOODOO WITCH / FC: NAYA RIVERA / CLOSED

”She’s the closest thing to royalty this city will ever see. That is if you ever manage to actually see her.”

»  BACKGROUND 

Josephine Lovelace was born within a bloodline that had set her destiny for her. As the distant relative of Marie Laveau, who had once been the voodoo queen of New Orleans, Josephine was meant to eventually hold the same title. When she was born, her grandmother was still queen. The family lived in an old and vast estate on the outskirts of town, living like old royalty. The voodoo coven acted as servants of the queen, and while she had a reputation for being dark and dangerous, she was often beloved by the voodoo witches for her guidance and assistance to members of the coven. The coven treated her like a thing of royalty, waiting on her hand-and-foot at all hours of the day. When she was young Josephine marveled at their commitment and loyalty to her grandmother. However, only as she grew older did she notice just how little time her grandmother had to herself. Marie Laveau was a distant woman, and Josephine came to understand why with age. 

Her grandmother was known as a helpful woman, but rarely did she ever show sympathy for others. She’d send you on your way with your problems solved and not another word. Josephine adopted this dismissive attitudes, and it was why she was named queen when her grandmother died rather than her mother. Josephine’s mother was a wild woman who was just as dark as her grandmother; she acted on impulse and her grandmother always resented her daughter for that. Josephine, on the other hand, was wise and distant just like her grandmother, so at the age of twenty-one Josephine was named voodoo queen. However, her grandmother’s distant nature kept her from knowing much about her, and Josephine wasn’t as similar to her as she thought.

After becoming queen Josephine released the voodoo coven. It wasn’t out of kindness or thinking that they’d been treated like the help for far too long. No, Josephine was more selfish than her grandmother thought she was. All the girl wanted was her privacy, and that came at the cost of losing control of the coven. There are still those who keep the old ways and remain loyal to her, but many of them have gone off to practice on their own. Josephine does not support the popular idea among Voodooists that witches should rise above and rule mankind. She’d much rather keep to herself in her dusty and disheveled estate. 

»  PERSONALITY

Few people know anything about Josephine, at least anything that’s actually true. Plenty of rumors spread around the town about the Voodoo queen, but there’s so much being said that it’s difficult to know what’s really true. Some say she likes to lure people into her home so she can kill them and bathe in their blood, but that’s only partially true. The life of a distant queen can be lonely, and while Josephine is never one to allow herself fall in love, she’s taken to luring men and women alike into her home for a night. Of course, she never invites the same person twice. She likes her privacy above all else, and she can’t help but relish in the curiosity it breeds among the people. The woman is wise, there’s no denying that, but she doesn’t seem to help people as much as her grandmother does. Only when people have exhausted all other resources does she even bother coming down from her throne. 

»  MORE

Date of Birth: July 23, 1984

Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana

Occupation: Voodoo Queen