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         Joshua ‘Josh’ Conway had been born into a more middle class, large former Irish immigrant family in New York City, New York. He had a lot of siblings, plus cousins, and his family always seemed to make sure that all the children knew exactly how much they loved the family. It made it so the male put family before nearly everything else. Much like his other siblings, especially his brothers, Josh loved playing hockey. Considering the fact that he had such a large family he knew that it wasn’t in the financial plans for his family to be able to help him if he wanted to attend college. While he was decent in school he knew that he wouldn’t get a scholarship based on his grades. Instead he focused on hockey - knowing a sport scholarship would be the best option for him. In between school, hockey, and work he never seemed to have a lot of free time and didn’t really date until he got into college.<br /><br />

Blythe Astor couldn’t have been more different. She was born into an old and wealthy family in New York City, New York. Never had to work for anything in her life. She was an only child; neither of her parents wanted children to say the least. Blythe was seen as an ‘heir’ than an actual child. Though her father wanted to have a son, someone to continue the family name, her mother stated that she was only going to have one child and that’s all she wanted. Blythe spent most of her time with her nannies, or her friends, spending money that she had no idea how much it actually meant to some people. Attending college was something that she didn’t entirely take too seriously. Just something that she did because it was expected of her. Her parents mostly ignored her but when it came to how the world, as well as their friends, saw the family they kept more on her. Going to a good school was everything to her parents.<br /><br />

This was the entire reason, instead of attending NYU as her parents wanted, or some other college that was higher in standards Blythe decided to attend SUNY Buffalo State College. It was a public school and while it was decent; definitely wasn’t what her parents had wanted for her. Which was the exact reason she had sent in an application to the school. Was her little bit of rebellion.<br /><br />

For the most part her parents had run in different circles than each other. Wasn’t until their junior year that they finally met each other at a party that the hockey team was throwing. It wasn’t love at first sight but definitely lust. They started hooking up with each other in a friends with benefits sort of way. Blythe knew that she would be expected to marry someone within her own social circle but in her mind it didn’t mean that she couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime. Josh had gotten out of a serious relationship with his girlfriend that he had met his freshman year at the school so he was looking to distract himself as well. Communications stopped over the summer, knowing that it was something better left for school than out in the real world. Upon their senior year back at the school though they started hooking up again. Neither of them wanted a real relationship but enjoying the time spent together (mainly in the bedroom).<br /><br />

It wasn’t until spring break of their senior year that Blythe discovered that she had gotten pregnant. This was something that neither of them planned to happen and they weren’t sure what they were going to do about it. Josh knew how his family would react if they learned the truth but neither of them had expected the same from her parents. Telling her that it was her mistake and they wouldn’t let her further tarnish the family name, knowing how easily word would get out if they let her have an abortion. Instead the two were married at a quick little ceremony in New York City; just attended by their families. Blythe saw it as a punishment from her parents for not living up to the family name that they had desired for her.<br /><br />

The only saving grace was that Josh had been scouted by major league teams and was offered a position with the Boston Bruins. He was offered a good bit of money to sign with the name, which he took in order to better take care of his family, and the three of them, their son having been born before leaving, moved to Boston. Josh was able to name his son, Blythe had no interest in really picking out a name, so he named him Joshua Conway, Jr. Or JJ for short. Three years later they welcomed a second child, another little boy, that Josh named Nicklas. In their fifth year of marriage Gordana, or Gordie, was born, the first girl in the family.<br /><br />

To say that Blythe wasn’t cut out to be a wife and mother would have been a massive understatement. She hadn’t really had any positive influences on what a relationship was meant to look like and she didn’t have the time to bond with the children. Thinking that they were too loud. Too much of everything. Preferring to hand them off to the nannies that had been hired to help her out rather than do anything with them herself. While Josh was making decent money from the sponsorships, plus his playing the sport, and everything else, he wasn’t handing money as freely as her parents had. Having to work for every penny and dime in the past Josh had a better understanding of money and didn’t like to spend it on frivolous things that would be used a few times and then put in a closet and forgotten about.<br /><br />

Being used to a certain type of lifestyle and having the differences meant a loveless marriage between her parents. Her father was often gone from the home; having to play away games plus the constant training and sponsorships that he had to do. Each time that her father left her mother would start sleeping around. It wasn’t something that Gordie knew or understood in the past. Honestly her oldest brother had tried to keep both of his younger siblings from knowing the truth. As she got older she could remember men coming into the house while her father was away. The giggles and laughter that she would hear. Or the slight touching that she could remember as they made their way upstairs. But she tried her hardest to ignore it when she could. For the simple fact that she knew it would destroy her father if he knew the truth. Especially as a child Gordie was a huge daddy’s girl and the idea of being the one to tell him something that would hurt him… was the last thing that she wanted to do.<br /><br />

It wasn’t until Gordie was seven years did everything finally explode.<br /><br />

Her father had gotten injured in an away game. Wasn’t anything too serious they had thought, a separated shoulder, but when they got looking at it closer they realized it was a grade III separation and he was going to be out of hockey for up to six weeks to heal it back to normal. Thinking that he was going to be able to surprise his family he didn’t tell them that he would be returning home early. Instead of walking in and surprising his family like he had hoped he was in for the surprise of his life when he walked into the bedroom that he shared with Blythe to find her in bed with another man. It was a blow that tilted his entire world on its axis, and he wasn’t sure what to do or how to handle it. He knew that his parents didn’t approve of getting divorced but there wasn’t any way that he could continue to stay married to her.<br /><br />

They quickly and quietly got the divorce. Not letting either family know until it had been done. When he explained what happened, his family was supportive of the decision. Blythe left and she gave complete custody up to Josh without too much hassle. Gordie would discover later that she stated that she hadn’t wanted children in the first place, didn’t want to take them with her, and she wanted to have freedom that didn’t involve being tied down with children. As much as this would sting when she discovered this later it always was okay by Gordie. She wanted to stay with her father no matter what and hated the thought that her mother might have tried to take them away if she had been petty enough to do so.<br /><br />

Her father would continue to play hockey for the remainder of his contract while he had one of his sisters come down from New York City to help take care of the children. He had another three years left on his contract at the time and though they had offered to find a way to let him out of it if he wanted to stay with his family, he explained that he wanted to finish it out, since he had made the commitment. When Gordie was nine years old they started to notice changes in the young girl. When Josh had to leave for away games it was next to impossible for her to sleep, or she’d wake up with strong nightmares. Plus she was biting her nails and tearing at the skin near her cuticles, oftentimes making her fingers bleed without even realizing what she was doing. She’d go see a children’s therapist that diagnosed her with severe anxiety and depression - most likely from her parents’ divorce. <br /><br />

When his contract was up, Josh thanked the Bruins for their time and belief in him but explained that he was stepping down from playing hockey. Explaining that his family needed him more during this time and he wanted to take care of them first and foremost.<br /><br />

Gordie excelled in school; preferring to do her schoolwork and concentrate on something so she didn’t get as lost in her thoughts. During this time she’d start playing hockey again. In the past when she had been younger, before the divorce, she had been part of the Pee Wee Hockey team in Boston and loved it. Joining when she was eleven after getting put on medication to help with the anxiety and depression, playing the sport really seemed to help as well. Gave her a place to put all her aggressions and frustrations without having to worry about really hurting someone or hurting herself. She also found a love of reading during this time. It would be the perfect escape; to get lost in the books that she was reading and dream of living in a whole new world without all the problems that she felt she had.<br /><br />

Her father would start coaching the Boston Tigers, a minor league hockey team in Boston. He wanted to stay around the ice but knew that he wouldn’t ever play professionally again. Knowing that his family needed him a lot more than anything that he could get from playing. Gordie loved spending time with her father and would often find herself at the rink while he was coaching and training, sitting in the stands and watching everything. Was nice to have her father around again and she didn’t worry, quite as much, about her mother coming back to reclaim them during this time either.<br /><br />

Throughout her school years, much like her older brothers, she attended private schools. Her father, having the money to pay for their schooling in that way, believed that they would get a better education if they were in a private school than they’d get in a public school. In high school she would start filling out her applications for colleges, wanting to stay in the area, wanting to stay close to her family. Not only did she get scholarships for her intelligence but where she had played hockey while in school she was given an athletic scholarship to Northeastern College. Was the perfect place for her; close enough that she knew her family would always be there but far enough away from her house where she didn’t have to worry about them finding her randomly while she was trying to be a teenager.<br /><br />

She would meet her roommate’s boyfriend a few weeks into school and by extension his best friend as well. Surprisingly, since they didn’t seem to have much in common on the surface, they fell into an easy relationship with each other. Though she had had previous relationships this was the first one that felt like a real and serious one. They would stay together throughout all four years of college and Gordie truly believed that he was the person that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was also in her freshman year that she discovered a love for teaching and made the decision that’s what she wanted to do with her life. The chance to help and teach children. At the beginning she wasn’t sure about the grade that she wanted to teach but after volunteering at a daycare she realized that she wanted to help younger children and switched to full Elementary School Education where she focused on kindergarten age teaching.<br /><br />

Their senior year, when it was close to graduation the two of them had gotten into a massive fight with each other. Was the worst that she could remember having and the breakup that followed devastated Gordie. This was someone that she had thought that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, someone that she had thought about continuing the relationship with, and he had made the decision that they wanted two very different things. She attended the graduation, knowing that her father and brothers wanted to see her walk across the stage, but as soon as the ceremony was over, they left. Not wanting to tell them the entire truth she explained that it had been a mutual breakup now that college was done and tried her best to hide her true emotions about the situation.<br /><br />

Everywhere in Boston reminded her of her ex and she knew that staying in the city would be horrible. It was her oldest brother’s urging that she sent in applications to other nearby cities and even some out of state. But with her siblings leaving Boston and her father being given a new job opportunity in Sacramento with the professional hockey team that was needing a new coach. When she got the phone call from Redding Elementary School in San Fransisco, she knew that it was the best place. Far away from Boston but close enough to her father. Even though she was only twenty-three years old, she had her family that was a safety blanket and really helped her.<br /><br />

Her father, as much as he hated to see her leave and definitely would have liked her closer to him, understood how difficult it could be to stay in a place when memories were constantly haunting a person. Had been the entire reason that he had sold the home that he had lived in with Blythe and the family after the divorce. Plus he knew that she wanted to be independent on her own. They all helped her move and he helped to pay for a nice house in the Nob Hill neighborhood, thinking it would be the safest place for her to live. Plus it was only a fifteen minute drive to get to the school where she would be working. It was his graduation gift to her, explaining that he wanted her to be able to focus on her classes and teaching without worrying about how she would afford rent or different things. Instead she would only have to focus on her normal bills without rent being attached there. <br /><br />

Currently she’s lived in San Francisco for three years, as she’s twenty-six years old now. She still teaches at Redding Elementary School, and she loves not only the city but her school and the students that come through her doors each year.

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            <b>Full Name:</b> Gordana Jayne Conway.
            <b>Nickname(s)</b> Ice Princess (<i>her father</i>), Gordie (<i>everyone</i>).
             <b>Pronunciation:</b> How do you pronounce it?
            <b>Age:</b> Twenty-Six (<i>26</i>) years old.
             <b>Date of Birth:</b> December 15th, 1995.
            <b>Gender:</b> Female.
             <b>Hometown:</b> Boston, Massachusetts.
             <b>Current Location:</b> Nob Hill, San Franscico, California.
             <b>Zodiac Sign:</b> your zodiac sign here.
             <b>Ethnicity:</b> Ethnicity.
             <b>Nationality:</b> Nationality.
             <b>Orientation:</b> Pansexual.
             <b>Religion:</b> Religious views.
             <b>Political Affiliation:</b> Political Affiliation.
             <b>Living Arrangements:</b> Living Arrangements.
            <b>Languages Spoken:</b> What language(s) do you speak?
            <b>Education</b> Education here.
<b>Hair Color:</b> Brunette.
            <b>Eye Color:</b> Blue.
            <b>Height | Weight:</b> Height in ft | Weight in lbs.
<b>Tattoos | Piercings:</b> Yes/No | Yes/No.


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         <h2>owes you</h2>

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             <hc> headcanon one</hc> this is headcanon one.

             <blockquote>
            Except for her oldest brother, JJ, both Gordie and her brother Nick were named after famous hockey players. Gordana is a female version of Gordon and she was named after Gordon Howe./blockquote>

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               <hc> headcanon one</hc> this is headcanon one.

             <blockquote>
            While growing up she followed in the footsteps of both her father and her brothers by playing in the Pee Wee Hockey leagues in Boston. Wasn't the best on defense but she was amazing when it came to being able to score goals on offense. </blockquote>


               <hc> headcanon one</hc> this is headcanon one.

             <blockquote>
            Gordie was diagnosed with anxiety and depression when she was nine years old. It was two years after her parent's divorce. The constant worry about her mother coming back, believing that she would try to take her away from her family, away from her father, was constantly in the back of her mind. Would start off with simple little things. She hated when her father would leave for any extended period of time - worried that he wouldn't come back to them. Started biting at her fingernails (something that she still has problems with) and picking at the skin around her cuticles. Because of her age they didn't want to put her any type of medication at the beginning - especially because she wasn't showing any signs of suicidal thoughts or ideations. When she was eleven, she was put on medication for both the anxiety and her depression which drastically helped how she was feeling and dealing with the world around her.</blockquote>


               <hc> headcanon one</hc> this is headcanon one.

             <blockquote>
            She continued to play hockey in college - playing for the Northeastern Huskies. Never wanted to follow her dream to any type of professional level but she loved the chance it gave her to get out aggression and anger.  </blockquote>

 <hc> headcanon one</hc> this is headcanon one.

             <blockquote>
            Her social media handle is a play on the hockey terminology 'hat trick'. Which means three successes of the same kind - normally scoring a goal. In this case it was because she was the third and final child born to her family.</blockquote>
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      <div class="name">
        <h3>Gordie Conway</h3>

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