Joe (J)

Joe is a young guy with a pretty good, medium-toned physique. he has short brown hair, combed much to one side, and a couple of strands climb into his eyes. He has expressive, slightly narrow grayish eyes and dark eyebrows. There is a scar on the left side of his face from forehead to cheek.

A black handkerchief was tied around Joe's neck, and there was also a silver chain under it. He is wearing an ordinary, slightly fitted black T-shirt, and above it a black, semi-unbuttoned leather jacket. there are different patterns of red and yellow on the jacket. Joe is wearing black leather gloves, blue jeans with pockets and a black belt, as well as black shoes.

Rules of the streets #1: Friends are your fortune. This being the case, J is rolling in it. Like all street kids, he likes riding his motorcycle, hanging out in arcades, and dancing at the disco. But J also stands out. Everyone on Haight Street knows him, trusts him like a brother, and believes he'll protect them when danger comes.

Rules of the streets #2: Love your family. J and his younger sister, Paulina, used to live together. It was the two of them against the world. However, as they grew older, their ideas turned against each other. Eventually, Paulina left him to join the Foundation. For a long time, the only communication they had was a few pleasantries exchanged less than once a year. That was until J decided to make a visit to the Foundation...

Rules of the streets #3: Stick to your own style. J keeps it old school, choosing the "Grease" trend of the 1970s and wielding cold weapons rather than hot ones. He even holds the historic career of a swordsmith. J has a special connection to metals. He can feel the hidden energy within them, which allows him to forge them into their most powerful forms. But few know of this skill on Haight Street. Despite the large sword he carries on his back, he's simply known as a regular blacksmith and a useful guy to have around when you need a new pair of scissors.

"You mean, this-this whole place is yours? Boss, I know some rich jerks that would pay through the nose just to build a house here."

"Whoa, you've really hit on a sweet spot here! Even the sun is almost as good as in Cali! Better maybe... But, eh, one question? Where does this window attach to, even? Someone's gonna get hurt leaning on this thing."

Everything is possible now, huh? Polly's got a new face. She always said that blue ribbons fit the color of her eyes. Not like her eyes in that photo. sigh Hope she's happy up there.

September evening, racing through the golden city... You'll be back, so you said to me...

Wanna catch a ride with me? Usually no kids allowed, but I'll make an exception this one time.

A big house, fat stacks of cash and all the luxuries of gangster living... Yeah, I'd trade it all away. 'Cause I got this peaceful morning sunshine and nachos with guac to share with friends. That's real living.

Ew, urgh. Bring it on, J, you can do this, it's just a raw egg... Come on, gotta stay in shape... puke

You don't know how fiery this girl gets! This forge really gets all my passion. Wanna have a look yourself?... No worries, it's no trouble if you get a bit closer? Dangerous? How? Well, she does run hot, you might get heatstroke.

I don't touch garlic, carrots, celery, broccoli, green peppers, not even mustard, and I'm still alive and kicking! That junk has gotta be bad for your health!

This bowie knife was made from meteoric iron, quenched in the blood and fat of a jaguar. Handy whether you're slicing throats or clearing brush from a path, or carving up a steak. You can do anything with a knife like this.

You don't act like the rest of these pencil pushing weasels. I appreciate that. Keep doing what you're doing.

People say arcanists are cursed, like diviners always going blind, or blacksmiths getting fat... Think you could swing me a scale for my place. I can't let these perfect biceps go flabby.

People always think alchemy is about turning lead into gold, and they're wrong. The philosopher's stone? Hah, what? Don't tell me you believe in Santa and the toothfairy too?

Look, J is a cool letter, the coolest, even! But there's too many J-names out there. It's always James or Joe. People need to get creative, something like an Oliver or an Ezra, or Nick, or... an X.

Not a big fan of comic book heroes. They're always just some rich kid with a tragic past playing at "protecting the city"... It's stupid. Give me another day with my mom, dad, and Polly over superpowers any day.