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[fauntofwisdom]

I could... I could tell you something, say some things to your question, but then you would have only part of an answer Because... there are things of the context that only come with experience. Things that aren't so easy to just impart with words, you know? Great writers spend years trying to find the words, and we don't have years right now.
BASIC NAME: Joanna Accone CANON: OC - Wizard Season AGE: 52 DOB: April 16th GENDER: Female SPECIES: Faun ACTIVE: pajamabox, Memes PLAYER: Swirl PLURK: swirlingflight .............................	APPEARANCE VISUAL: Concept art HEIGHT: 6'3" / 190.5cm BODY: Yes HAIR: Roughly chin-length blondish curls, graying at roots EYES: Dark brown FEATURES: Is a faun; fuzzy deer ears w/ pale spots on back, legs end in hooves, small tail DRESS: Business casual; turquoise necklace, usually kneelength skirts and jacket VOICE: Airy, lilting, punctuates some words hard, talks like she knows more and is apologizing for it, quick to apologize and defer to others' wants. (Pitched-up Griffin McElroy as Indrid Cold)	PERMISSIONS BACKTAGGING: ✔ THREADHOPPING: ? FOURTHWALLING: ? ROMANCE: ✘ MINDREADING: ✔ MANIPULATION: ? INJURY: ? FIGHTING: ? KILLING: ✘ hover on text for summaries, check here for more details, pm me re: ideas for threads
It isn't about giving up to a higher being's will It's about... We are called to a purpose, to represent our world, and fight on its behalf. To push ourselves to the brink, for all our sakes. I think we will be judged, if judgement is the word at all, on how hard we strive. Most of all, on how much we grow in the effort. BACKGROUND Joanna was originally from Amarosia, born and raised during the last of the wars in the area. Her family only partially escaped it, managing to moving around away from the front through some of her childhood, and were bracing themselves for the next war to begin... When the wizard came, instead, making threats and displaying truly awesome powers - in the sense that the world was awestruck. And war kept not coming back, as the world held its breath, year after year, in anticipation of an apocalypse. Warhawks kept not getting the traction they needed to keep stealing resources and lives from each other, when there was a force threatening them all that the militaries of the world couldn't fight. She grew up with relief about how war kept not coming back, and her family - like a lot who were personally impacted by the fighting - came to similar conclusions: the wizard had saved them. How the wizard changed the danger to the world so everyone was equally at risk, and chose people from all corners to fight side by side to save friends and hated ancient enemies alike. And many people, quietly, found all kinds of meaning, and purpose, and faith in that understanding. Some church groups expanded on these ideas, encouraged their followers to doubt outsiders and anyone who wants a return to the horrors of warfare. To only really trust people who weren't denying these truths. To take fear of the world maybe ending one of these times, and instead of thinking about fighting the wizard off, how to accept the death hanging over their heads and do good things for people in the meantime - and, especially, to do good things for each other, even when it's personally inconvenient or painful, because being good people meant helping. In that spirit, as an adult still 'choosing' to be part of the grassroots movement for guiding people to better understanding of themselves and the world, Joanna and a couple other young adults adopted a much younger war orphan to raise together. It went. They tried their best with good intentions, fueled by the desperation of basing their self worth on their success, but never really learned to talk about their needs. Love cracked with the tensions, and the group split into a couple and two solo adults. A decade or so ago, in the aftermath of the family breaking up, Joanna went out to a small farming community of fellow hooved folk to open a book shop. Her adopted child came with, somewhat begrudgingly, and lived with her only a couple of years before moving back in with their other parents. By now, it's a shop filled with everything from history to fantasy to practical life guides, escapism and romance and art. Whatever people in the small community want. And, for the sake of her grassroots movement, a few times a week she opens space in the upstairs of the shop for little groups to gather. Meetings of people looking for help through life's troubles, guidance through the fears of wizard season, even poetry reading and book clubs. Various interests catered to, for the sake of a recruiter to find people who might really appreciate what the grassroots cult is offering. Waking one day to find a talking goat, telling her that she's chosen to be one of the twelve heroes to work against the Wizard's proclamations, to defend the world's continued existence through striving against the monsters... It's nothing she expected, any more. PERSONALITY Joanna's a sharp-tongued bookworm at heart, but softened with age and experience to focus on providing for others. She prioritizes making a comforting place to visit, offering a shoulder to cry on and an ear for others' thoughts and worries. When they express interest in what she has to say, she paraphrases from various texts and stories. She's quick to say that she's already okay, and doesn't need for anything, and to deflect things back to whoever she's speaking with. But beyond her providing exterior, she's too accustomed to putting herself aside for the sake of others. She's buoyed by faith and the community of the grassroots church, and - they quietly but firmly don't let her forget - being supported by them. The farming village and surrounding communities aren't big enough, or keen enough on reading, to keep the shop afloat. She's careful to repurpose things, to do her own maintainance where she can, but largely she can't keep up with rent. The shop's continued existence - this manifestation of her dream, to live in a peaceful little town among people who look something like her, surrounded by books and cats and visited by people who appreciate these things - is thanks to the support of the church. And it's a poisonous mix of gratitude and dependence at the back of her mind, keeping her from asking for more. ABILITIES - Innate power: a slight telekinesis. Not a lot of mass, not a lot of momentum, but enough for moving books up on shelves w/o a ladder (being hooved, she's not fond of ladders. staircases are fine, but ladders wibble) - Knight power: The ability to pause objects (not creatures) in place for a period of time, during which time any forces inflicted on it accumulates until it's released. She first discovers this as an expansion of her mild telekinesis, and it'll take some experimenting and brainstorming to realize it can freeze even something as large as a train, permit some ridiculous speedrun movement, and - with some real coordinated effort - make projectiles break the sound barrier. aka: Stasis, inspired from the LoZ:BotW power. EXTRA WORDS4

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top 3 drawings commissioned from bushelofbees
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