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[color=a15e73]Name[/color]
[indent]Gemma Aveline Marceau[/indent]
[color=a15e73]Nickames[/color]
[indent]None you know. Gem to friends long dead.[/indent]
[color=a15e73]Age[/color]
[indent]22[/indent]
[color=a15e73]Gender[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=a15e73]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]
[color=a15e73]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]
[color=a15e73]Relation to Rachel[/color]
[indent]Rachel saw Gemma somewhere, right? She knew her from somewhere, yeah? Rachel COULD SWEAR that she had met Gemma before, but where? Gemma chuckled at the question as their study group met for the first time in the second floor study room in the library, behind the row of tables where the weebs streamed anime and pretended to study because they never got along with their social roommates. Gemma distracted Rachel with coffee and donuts the first time. The second time she distracted her with neon colored index cards, chocolates brought for everyone, and last classes notes that were so meticulous they were saved Rachel the hassle of asking that fake ass irritating hoe Becka. The third time? There was no escape: "I was one of the speakers at the school shooting forum a month ago. You never got to ask a question despite standing in line for half an hour." And then she proceeded to patiently listen to and answer every question Rachel and the rest of the study group had about it. On the plus side, Rachel always brought the coffee after that. [/indent]
[color=a15e73]Appearance Details[/color]
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[list][*][b]Hair:[/b] Blonde | Long | Middle parted with dark roots and a variety of hairstyles she can pull out of a magic bag, so it seems.
[*][b]Eyes:[/b] Blue
[*][b]Height:[/b] 5'5
[*][b]Body Type:[/b] She works out. She's not an athlete.
[*][b]Clothing Style:[/b] Dressy Hipster | More heart and soul with a vintage touch and inviting fabrics. Tends to favor denim.
[*][b]Makeup Wise:[/b] Light makeup, mostly focusing on eyeliner and eyeshadow and lip glosses. 
[*][b]Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:[/b] The scar of a 'grazing' gunshot wound on her upper left shoulder.[/list]
[color=a15e73]Personality Traits[/color]
[indent]Gemma Marceau's personality cannot be discussed without acknowledging the elephant in the proverbial room: she is the survivor of a school shooting. The psychological and emotional trauma ran bone deep. It took years for her to come anywhere close to something called "healed." While she is mostly a laid back, pleasant (if snarky) individual there are moments where the old Gemma shines through; full of vivacious energy and talking to every person in the room, full of comedy bits and intense bursts of hyperactive energy. These moments of shine through have always been rare. She is studious, responsible, and most of all: utterly fucking fearless. [/indent]
[color=a15e73]Upbringing Synopsis[/color]
[indent] The product of a perfect, happy, home. Though no home is truly perfect, Gemma's got close with a mother that was nothing but funny, witty, and a force of nature. Paired with a father that was patient, understanding, thoughtful, and unrelenting in his drive to make his family as comfortable and happy as possible. Afluent, intelligent, and adventurous--it's simply not possible that another child on the planet could have had such an amazing, happy, childhood filled with so many very happy memories. With best friends that she had spent nearly her entire life with and grudgingly active in the country club scene, life wasn anything but bad for Gemma. 

Death has a cruel sense of humor. On a fall morning two classmates turned gunmen brought Hell to the private high school that Gemma attended. The worst of the killing happened in the library; the very place Gemma, her best friends, and her boyfriend were at when the shooting started. Active shooter drills did nothing to step panic and fear and bullets. The gunmen went into library with explosives and small arms fire. Police had exchanged fire in the hallways, forcing the two shooters in the library. The shooters shot fast and without prejudice; they aimed to kill everyone before making their last time. One shooter was shot through a window. The last turned his gun on himself, not aware the blonde girl not making a sound five feet away behind a bookcase was grazed by a bullet, not shot center mass. 

The official files for the shooting investigation were sealed, an unusual thing.   [/indent]
[color=a15e73]Misc.[/color]
[indent] Sabrina Carpenter | a15e73
Any extra things you want to say about your character that haven't been covered in the previous sections. Like family or interests.

Hates Facebook and Instagram, but loves Twitter and exists on Facebook for family.
Along with her mother and father she volunteers every Thanksgiving at local area homeless shelters.
Her college professor father comes from a blue collar midwest family.
Her non-profit lawyer mother comes from a wealthy New England family.
Her family's home in Massachusetts is registered with the state as a historical site.
She has never spent more than a month at the historical home, her grandparent's home.
She loves sushi, and will eat her weight AND YOUR WEIGHT in it.
She briefly considered being commissioned in the US Air Force.[/indent][/hider]