Description: A slim woman that has seen decades imprinted on her skin, Josephine is what some might call a subtle classic beauty. The fine lines on her face are considered badges of honor to her and the life that she has led thus far. Rounded cheeks, a flash of a smile and warm brown eyes, the salt in her hair does little to detract from her appearance. Her hair is kept up and away from her face in thick braids wound around the crown of her head. She doesn't tower but neither is she considered short and she carries herself with a certain confidence. She favors wearing Lycene fashions when not working with hot metal and her hands are flecked with minute burns that are par for the course in her profession with some even possibly over thirty or forty years old.

Personality: Josephine is by all rights, an intensely private individual. Preferring to remain far from the limelight and enjoy her life of quiet repose and let her work have that far more adventurous life once it's left her hands. Interactions with customers tend to find a quiet and respectful woman who takes intense joy in her life and her family. With the lilt that betrays her heritage of being Lycene by birth to her words, it's uncommon to hear her raise her voice, no swifts movements. She is the quiet common dove in her nest and watching and always kind to her customers new or loyal. Though for the latter it seems like she might go above and beyond.

Background: Josephine Arcuri grew up in Lenosia, commoners within the Lyceum. Scattered across the city, they've been a near constant sight with their skill of manipulating metals to make pieces of jewelry or any other items that one might find they need delicate metalwork that a full smith couldn't do. This was how Josephine grew up all those year ago. Small fingers are good for gathering those bits of metal and working polishing cloths in small tight spaces.

She was one of five, squarely in the middle. Fully set to carry on the family trade even when a few of her siblings did not. As she grew, the woman learned how to choose the best metal for which piece. Why some were not fit for small pieces and other metals were. She had a keen eye for gems and soon made a name for herself as a solid lapidary for the family that would not cheat a customer.

One day she caught the eye of a soldier and soon enough they married. Children followed a plenty, no less than seven of them though the years and not a single set were twins. As with her family, half of her children went on to become sailors, soldiers and two of them joining her in the family trade of being jewelers. Through war she's lost a husband, lost one son to the sea and another more recently to the war in Setarco. The living children are all in Arx and Josephine has decided to pick up roots from Lenosia and move to the city and take her shop with her. To be closer to her children, have the protection of the city. She's too old to keep taking boats to see them and she has grandchildren on the way.

Relationship Summary

Family:

Deren - Bulwark brother, smith in Lenosia.

Arella - conniving sister, smith in Lenosia.

Cocine - devoted sister, perished to sickness.

Demetria - daughter, stalwart assistant and smith. Terribly allergic to animals.

Marcen - son in law, married to Demetria and bracing. Armorsmith in Arx.

Henriette - Daughter and shopkeep in Arx.

Thomas - Son and sailor, perished at sea in battle.

Joanare - Daughter, smith and shopkeep in Arx.

Cocine - Daughter, smith and shopkeep in Lenosia.

Spouse:

Pieter - My dear straight laced Oathlander. Long passed but no less missed. My foil and my counterpart.

Acquaintance:

Adora - "Is there anything that doesn't come out of your mouth that isn't sour girl?"

Friend:

Lucita - You simply must nourish the minds, like the souls and wait to see what the Queen of Endings has planted in your garden.

Mortimer - Friend, stroller of markets, paramour, perhaps not so much anymore.

Grady - Former Patron, diplomat beyond compare, conversation companion and cane twirler.

Lora - Patron and sister in tragedy. A like soul in a busy world. A transplanted rose without compare.