#joseph;;

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self-medication

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Mary smirked a little at the other. “We’re calling whiskey medication now?” she asked, pulling the bottle away from him, tipping her head back and drinking until her throat burned. “You should have told me sooner. When my mom finds my room empty I can just say I was taking my medicine instead of I was drinking until I couldn’t see straight.”

“Hey, it gets the job done, so why not?” Joseph had snatched his bottle back almost before Mary had finished her drink. “Hey, whiskey like this ain’t cheap. Don’t go drinking all of mine.” He took another swig, and afterwards, became oddly quiet. “Your mother’s a bitch. I don’t understand why you haven’t taken up my offer yet.”

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assault

@heroicintention​ // continued from here

“Well I’m your partner,” Mary said with a laugh as she took Joseph’s arm, “But no fighting the sack of shit, Joey. He’s not worth the smell.”Even if, yes, he had made some very unwarranted comments. “I don’t want you getting locked up for assault. I don’t have enough to make bail, for it?” A pause and a smirk. “I’ll start saving up for next time, though.”

Joseph would be lying if he claimed that he wasn’t a tiny bit tipsy. Still - drunk or not, he wouldn’t let Mary take that kind of shit from anyone. Especially some sleazy punk who was half his size. 

“Screw bail,” he spat. He tensed up under Mary’s grip, but didn’t yank his arm away. He only sized up the other man, holding his gaze unwaveringly. “It’d be worth the jail time just to fuck up this guy’s pretty face.” 

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Before he settled down with his wife, had four children and became a local youth minister, Joseph Christiansen was, to put it lightly, a troublemaker. He left home before finishing high school, essentially becoming homeless as he traveled the world via other peoples' vehicles - plenty of which were acquired illegally. While most people his age were putting themselves through college, Joseph was indulging in the pleasures of life, regardless of whatever form those pleasures took.

Joseph Christiansen, a decade or so pre-game. A trouble making, careless bachelor. The nicest asshole you’ll ever meet.

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Stats are under the cut:

alias(es): Joe, Joey, pretty boy

age: somewhere in his twenties

height: 6 ft

gender: cis male

sexuality: unabashedly bisexual

species: ( arguably ) human

eyes: blue-gray

hair: dirty blonde, messy, overgrown

facial hair: often seen overgrown, messy and unkempt. in desperate need of a trim.

body: fit, muscular. plenty of body hair. 

skin tone: either fair, unevenly tanned, or sunburned. changes with the seasons. 

distinguishing features: a tattoo of an anchor on his arm, just below his shoulder

alliance: no one

relationships: none