Story
Born to Jotaro Kujo and her unnamed mother in Florida, Jolyne Kujo is the sixth generation Joestar in the Joestar bloodline. Her childhood was often spent with the absence of her father, and it was often that Jotaro was mostly at work, even when Jolyne was in need of the most attention. At 14, her life as a teen would spiral downward on then upon being mistaken for a suspect in a robbery she didn't commit and fleeing from an officer by stealing a motorcycle. Upon being arrested and detained in a holding cell, falsely charged with the crime, she and her mother pleaded her innocence and even begged Jotaro to bail her out, but in the end, did not believe her, sending Jolyne to juvenile detention.
When her mother divorced Jotaro, she became even more frustrated when he left the family, and soon joined the Hell Riders motorcycle/carjacking gang and spent more time getting into more trouble. At 19, having cleaned her act and left the gang, during her senior year of high school, she went on a date after school with a preppy rich boy named Romeo. Upon driving home, Romeo and Jolyne had gotten into a car accident, Romeo having fatally hit a pedestrian. Worried that he may be charged with reckless driving and dropped from a university's waiting list for the incident, Romeo decided to take the corpse and dump it somewhere, also persuading Jolyne to help him and forget about the entire incident.
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