Johi Jade
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Insufferable. Frivolous. Useless. These are but some of the words that have been applied to Johi, whose sole purpose in life seems to be lurching from party to party, her fortunes rising and falling seemingly without rhyme or reason. A connoisseur of gossip, it is rare to find her without fan or drink in hand, from behind which she surveys the world with bright eyes and a knowing, sly smile. It is impossible to catch her taking anything seriously: she ‘’is’’ the woman your mother warned you about, seemingly doomed to age into lonely destitution, friendless and penniless. Not that Johi believes any such thing, and any such speculation in her hearing would earn only laughter and a waggle of her fan. With boundless energy and irrepressible enthusiasm for all things hedonistic, her very presence seems to defy the idea of age at all, much less such silly things as responsibility or sense. Indeed, she frequently appears positively shallow, dispensing questionable (and often wrong) advice. Anything useful or serious that comes from her is truly so unlikely that when it does happen it’s usually put off as an utter fluke. Even a broken clock is right twice a day, as they say. It probably would be a bad idea to rely on Johi for anything, at all, unless it happens to be catching up on the latest fashion or gossip. However, if you’ve problems in your life and desire to be told “But have you tried ‘’not’’ being sad?” With a tilted head and a quizzical little smile: Johi’s your gal.
Different people will have completely different experiences with Johi. While her general face shape and eye color remains the same, she is constantly changing her hair and clothes. Indeed, she seems to have a hard time hanging on to the same things (for anyone who might get it into their head to seriously stalk her, assuming they were very very good at it, since her meandering makes her most difficult to keep track of). She might appear to be quite the ragamuffin to some, and a glamorous it girl to others -- depending on the day, or week, or hour, or circumstance. She tends to heavily overemphasize words, giving her speech an entirely overdramatic air that can become grating. Her voice is full and rich: a mezzo-soprano in pitch, full of drawling warmth -- maybe especially when she’s being a little shit. Whether it’s an affectation or an instinct, she uses it with precision and care, most often in the pursuit of ferreting out that juicy piece of gossip she’s been after all night. If Johi could be said to have a primary vice, it would have to be perfume. She often trails a faint silage of something vaguely woody, spicy, and/or floral -- cloves, in particular, tend to be a recurring theme within the various scents she wears. However, she never puts on so much that the exact composition could be determined without being very, very close to her skin.
Free and glib with her words, her attentions and flirtations, her compliments and opinions: Johi is nothing if not ebullient. It’s rare to find her alone, and seemingly impossible to wring any amount of introspection out of her. What thinking she does, seems to be done aloud. If she is not mixing in with a crowd of people -- whether or not she was invited to the party -- chances are she is deathly ill. Her sole claim to responsibility in life seems to be socializing, and she is always quick to turn conversation away from herself and any possibility for dullness and towards gossip or something else inconsequential to fritter the time away with.
It’s rare for her to pursue multiple assignations with anyone; it would seem that, for the most part, running into anyone more than once is purely happenstance. The only individual that could be said to be frequently found within her company is Briar Rivers, though it’s up in the air as to how much exactly this pleases her.
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