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She looks great, haha, she seems like a really interesting character. You're free to post her in the Char tab. @Penguin
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15
December 20th, 1999
Female
Heterosexual
She stands at 5'1" with a thin, petite body. Her pale complexion consists of very light freckles. She has hazel eyes and thick, wavy strawberry blonde hair that often looks red to some.
Genevieve is blunt individual that has no problem telling people what she really thinks. She has a dark sense of humor and tends to find it in even the worst of situations. She's very sarcastic and can have quite the attitude. Usually, she purposely keeps to herself unless speaking to someone benefits her. She's quite cunning and can come up with a good scheme when need be. Genevieve is very opposed to showing her emotions in front of people and will leave if upset or angry. Though hard to actually anger, she is easily irritated and does not hold a lot of patience. Despite all this, deep down she does have some kindness in her that is often reserved for certain individuals.
No gang affiliation at the moment
Her hobbies include reading, listening to music, drawing and playing the piano. However, other people know her for playing with witchcraft and voodoo dolls.
Genevieve is currently unemployed and resorts to thievery occasionally.
No extracurriculars
Genevieve grew up in a fairly safe neighborhood with an older brother, an alcoholic mother and cheating asshole of a father. His constant affairs and sneaking around drove their mother into alcohol addiction though she pretended that she never knew of her husbands actions. Her and her husband had a reputation to uphold with political positions in the town. Her father mysteriously was found dead one day but both she and her brother knew exactly what happened. Nonetheless, her mother almost got away with it. Though she hadn't been caught for murder, other members of the family cornered her for her drinking problem and away to rehab she went. Her brother was enrolled in college already so there was no issue with him having somewhere to go. However, Genevieve was sent to live with her uncle in Asheford who, like his sister, had a substance problem ever since the death of his wife years ago. Genevieve always thought her grandparents must had been terrible at raising them.
It has been two years since Genevieve arrived in Asheford. Though she had been off to a shaky start, she adjusted to the dangerous neighborhood accordingly, stealing money or food when her uncle wouldn't take care of himself and her and creating a reputation that was sure to keep danger away. Genevieve, with the help of others, started rumors about herself that she was some creep that had a hand in murdering her father secretly. She started other rumors such as wielding witchcraft and playing with voodoo dolls. There were even rumors about setting her old school on fire and all her old boyfriends disappearing one by one mysteriously. The rumors spread like wildfire and people ended up steering clear of her, literally moving to the side of the hall when she came down it. With dark lipstick and dark clothes, she truly does come off like a creepy little witch.
Her hometown is San Francisco
1 3 7 9
She has a black cat named Oswald
16
December 20th, 1999
Female
Heterosexual
She stands at 5'1" with a thin, petite body. Her pale complexion consists of very light freckles. She has hazel eyes and thick, wavy strawberry blonde hair that often looks red to some.
Genevieve is blunt individual that has no problem telling people what she really thinks. She has a dark sense of humor and tends to find it in even the worst of situations. She's very sarcastic and can have quite the attitude. Usually, she purposely keeps to herself unless speaking to someone benefits her. She's quite cunning and can come up with a good scheme when need be. Genevieve is very opposed to showing her emotions in front of people and will leave if upset or angry. Though hard to actually anger, she is easily irritated and does not hold a lot of patience. Despite all this, deep down she does have some kindness in her that is often reserved for certain individuals.
No gang affiliation at the moment
Her hobbies include reading, listening to music, drawing and playing the piano. However, other people know her for playing with witchcraft and voodoo dolls.
Genevieve is currently unemployed and resorts to thievery occasionally.
No extracurriculars
Genevieve grew up in a fairly safe neighborhood with an older brother, an alcoholic mother and cheating asshole of a father. His constant affairs and sneaking around drove their mother into alcohol addiction though she pretended that she never knew of her husbands actions. Her and her husband had a reputation to uphold with political positions in the town. Her father mysteriously was found dead one day but both she and her brother knew exactly what happened. Nonetheless, her mother almost got away with it. Though she hadn't been caught for murder, other members of the family cornered her for her drinking problem and away to rehab she went. Her brother was enrolled in college already so there was no issue with him having somewhere to go. However, Genevieve was sent to live with her uncle in Asheford who, like his sister, had a substance problem ever since the death of his wife years ago. Genevieve always thought her grandparents must had been terrible at raising them.
It has been two years since Genevieve arrived in Asheford. Though she had been off to a shaky start, she adjusted to the dangerous neighborhood accordingly, stealing money or food when her uncle wouldn't take care of himself and her and creating a reputation that was sure to keep danger away. Genevieve, with the help of others, started rumors about herself that she was some creep that had a hand in murdering her father secretly. She started other rumors such as wielding witchcraft and playing with voodoo dolls. There were even rumors about setting her old school on fire and all her old boyfriends disappearing one by one mysteriously. The rumors spread like wildfire and people ended up steering clear of her, literally moving to the side of the hall when she came down it. With dark lipstick and dark clothes, she truly does come off like a creepy little witch.
Her hometown is San Francisco
1 3 7 9
She has a black cat named Oswald
Reserve me a spot! Do you have a rule on having more than one character?
Rose climbed out of the car in a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top after Xavier opened the door for them. She dragged a stuffed bunny out of the car with her. People had made remarks that she was too old to carry such a thing around but she didn't care. The bunny made her feel safe and reminded her of home. She had possession of the toy since she was a baby and had called it "kitty" as a baby and had never since stopped calling it that.
"Let me make sure it's empty first." Xavier told them. "Wait here." He entered after unlocking the door with the key left in the mailbox. She turned to Persephone once he was inside, "I think the truck with our furniture should be here soon. It'll be fun to decorate the house don't you think? We can make it really nice..."She paused, not really expecting her to reply with much, "I know I want to decorate my room just the way it was at home." It was a horrible way to think about it but sometimes she felt like the Persephone she had known had died along with her parents. She was nothing like herself anymore and she missed her. Xavier and Rose were both obviously changed by the incident as well but Rose felt like she and him had held on to parts of themselves anyway. She wasn't sure it was the same for Persephone. She felt like she was standing with a stranger.
Rose awkwardly looked away and down the street, occupying herself with other thoughts as they waited. She began braiding her hair loosely as she idly examined the neighboring houses. She wondered how the neighbors were. Were there people their age inside? Some new friends would definitely ease the tension in their family. Though she loved and missed her parents, she wanted to move on from the incident and be happy again. She was tired of pretending. She just wanted it to be real.
Finally, Xavier emerged from the house, "It's safe." She didn't blame him for being paranoid enough to check out the house first before they all entered. They had no idea why those people attacked their family or even who they were. The people had yet to be caught. She watched him glance around and followed his gaze. There was a girl with really pretty brown hair looking at them from down the street. When she smiled at them, Rose smiled back and gave a friendly wave. Xavier didn't seem to be feeling as friendly. He ushered them inside the house instead of reacting.
"Wow it's lovely!"Rosaline exclaimed, spinning around to look at everything. "How cute is that wallpaper! It's so vintage. Xavier you nailed this!" Though she was forcing this reaction, she did feel genuine excitement for the first time in awhile. She began darting through the rooms to check them out. Afterwards, she ran up the stairs and came back down five minutes later. "Okay there's two bedrooms down here and one bedroom upstairs and I'm really feeling the one upstairs because it already has pink walls. Any objections?"
"Let me make sure it's empty first." Xavier told them. "Wait here." He entered after unlocking the door with the key left in the mailbox. She turned to Persephone once he was inside, "I think the truck with our furniture should be here soon. It'll be fun to decorate the house don't you think? We can make it really nice..."She paused, not really expecting her to reply with much, "I know I want to decorate my room just the way it was at home." It was a horrible way to think about it but sometimes she felt like the Persephone she had known had died along with her parents. She was nothing like herself anymore and she missed her. Xavier and Rose were both obviously changed by the incident as well but Rose felt like she and him had held on to parts of themselves anyway. She wasn't sure it was the same for Persephone. She felt like she was standing with a stranger.
Rose awkwardly looked away and down the street, occupying herself with other thoughts as they waited. She began braiding her hair loosely as she idly examined the neighboring houses. She wondered how the neighbors were. Were there people their age inside? Some new friends would definitely ease the tension in their family. Though she loved and missed her parents, she wanted to move on from the incident and be happy again. She was tired of pretending. She just wanted it to be real.
Finally, Xavier emerged from the house, "It's safe." She didn't blame him for being paranoid enough to check out the house first before they all entered. They had no idea why those people attacked their family or even who they were. The people had yet to be caught. She watched him glance around and followed his gaze. There was a girl with really pretty brown hair looking at them from down the street. When she smiled at them, Rose smiled back and gave a friendly wave. Xavier didn't seem to be feeling as friendly. He ushered them inside the house instead of reacting.
"Wow it's lovely!"Rosaline exclaimed, spinning around to look at everything. "How cute is that wallpaper! It's so vintage. Xavier you nailed this!" Though she was forcing this reaction, she did feel genuine excitement for the first time in awhile. She began darting through the rooms to check them out. Afterwards, she ran up the stairs and came back down five minutes later. "Okay there's two bedrooms down here and one bedroom upstairs and I'm really feeling the one upstairs because it already has pink walls. Any objections?"
Interested!
Jessamine
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You're so beautiful.
I've never seen anyone as perfect as you.
How does someone look like you?
Do boys chase after you everywhere you go?
Your life must be perfect.
You belong with me.
I love you.
A Goddess.
You are perfect.
Everyone loves you.
You're so useless.
I've never seen anyone as weak as you.
How does someone end up as stupid as you?
Did your family really hate you so much they sent you here hoping you'd die?
Your life will be over soon.
You don't belong here.
You don't belong anywhere.
A walking corpse.
You're already dead.
It's too fucking exhausting loving you.
I've never seen anyone as weak as you.
How does someone end up as stupid as you?
Did your family really hate you so much they sent you here hoping you'd die?
Your life will be over soon.
You don't belong here.
You don't belong anywhere.
A walking corpse.
You're already dead.
It's too fucking exhausting loving you.
The ticking of the clock was the only friend that greeted the curly-haired blonde to a new day each morning. She'd open her hazel eyes to the dim bed room, slightly lit by the christmas lights that hung along perimeter of the room. She stared up at the ceiling as sadness crashed through her body in waves. This was happening way too often now. This was the second time this month.
Her hair was neatly laid out over the pillow like thin locks of gold. From a bird's eye view, she truly looked like a beautiful, perfect doll laid in a dollhouse bed. She could be mistaken for sleeping beauty herself, awaiting her prince's kiss in a radiant castle tower. However this princess wasn't in a pretty little dollhouse or a big castle. One could say she was laying in her grave.
Why have you come here?
I'm here to die.
Her name was Jessamine and she had been genetically enhanced by her father before birth to be the perfect child. The mother was unfortunately sick and fated to die thanks to an unknown stranger whose identity remained a mystery until this day. She was to be beautiful, to be smart and to be strong. When she was born, her father was so sure that he had done it. He had never seen a child so perfect in appearance. She looked just like her mother. He knew without a doubt that without the genetic modifications she would have turned out this way regardless. However, her appearance wasn't the important factor. He was looking for strength and intelligence like no other. He grew close to the child as she grew older and the child grew close to him. When Jessamine turned eight years old, he knew something had not gone according to plan. It was clear he forgot a few characteristics in the process of making her into his ideal child. She had become passionate about useless hobbies like dancing and fashion. She would speak nonstop about becoming a ballerina and ask for nail polish and for a bunny rabbit. Jessamine had little interest in practicing her powers or in martial arts.
The man's idea of a perfect child had not been a sweet little girl with aspirations. It had been a loyal soldier. A weapon.
He wanted to make use of her appearance to manipulate others. He wanted to use her intelligence to further do so and to uncover the deepest secrets and her strength to destroy enemies. He had not loved this child. He had loved the idea of what child was supposed to be. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to wring her neck. He absolutely hated her. She was a failed experiment that made him a joke amongst everyone he talked to. His reputation meant everything as a superior.
"Wow what a soldier!" They'd laugh mockingly as they watched her sit by the fireplace, playing merrily with some dolls. "Definitely a killer more merciless than the devil himself!"
She was going to ruin him.
Her striking resemblance to her mother stopped him from straight out ridding her from the world. Instead, he sat the nine year old girl down to play a "game" and tried to use equipment to mind control her and use her body as a puppet. However, he had been his own worst enemy in this situation. She had been given immunity to mind-tampering powers. It did not work. His only option was to break her down into nothing and build her up from scratch. He started playing with her emotions. He'd tell her how much he loved her and buy her whatever she wanted on some days. Then on others, he'd murder her childhood best friend in front of her and force her to kill wild animals even though she'd cry and beg not to. He even hit her sometimes. He had to make her stop smiling all the time and giggling like an idiot. He'd make her run back and forth until she passed out sometimes too. The abuse got worse the older she became.
Jessamine was obviously traumatized from these acts of cruelty. She was confused, sad and scared. However, she would not break. He had created her to be strong and strong she was. She'd find reasons to smile and even continue to dance around when her father wasn't around. When each birthday came around and he didn't race in to tell her happy birthday and give her cake, she knew for sure now that something was wrong but she was too afraid to ask. Finally when she was round thirteen years old, she mustered up the courage, tired of the abuse and confused to why her loving father would only turn up randomly for a few days and turn into a demon the next.
She walked into her father's bedroom to find him sitting on his bed, holding a picture of a blonde woman. He was staring at the picture so intently he hadn't heard her walk in.
"Daddy?"
She had whispered ever so softly in the eerie silence. Her heart was beating so fast against her little ribcage that she was afraid it might burst out of her chest at any moment. Jessamine was so afraid to finally ask why her daddy had all of a sudden changed. He looked up with a face she didn't recognize. His brows were furrowed more than they'd had ever been. Pure hatred danced in his eyes as they locked on the little girl standing in front of him, trembling in fear. She had never seen such malice and fury. He crushed the picture in his fist, physically trembling due to the anger swelling inside him.
"You turned daddy into a joke. "He finally managed to say calmly. "No one is ever going to take daddy seriously ever again. Your mommy died so you could be alive and all you've ever done is bring misery to me... God Jessamine you're so useless. "His voice choked up, tears swelling in his eyes. "I've never seen anyone as weak as you, Jessamine. The only thing you were supposed to be was strong and you couldn't even be that."
Jessamine shifted her feet, lowering her eyes to the floor. She had never meant to disappoint him. Was this why he was so mean to her?
She had stopped talking to him for months after he had killed her friend and made her kill squirrels and birds but the cruelty had begun before she had ignored him. What did he mean? "Daddy do you love me?"She finally asked quietly.
"You know Jessamine... I've tried. "He began lowly, "I've tried as hard as someone can try to love another person to love you but I just can't. It's so fucking exhausting loving you." She felt her heart drop into her stomach and she stared at the floor with wide eyes." It takes every cell in my body to try to do it and I can't do it anymore.. I just can't!" His voice rose to a shout and he punched over his night table. It fell to the floor along with the table lamp, the bulb shattering against the wooden floor loudly.
The room was dark now. It was moments later he felt a big, rough hand around her throat and breathing had become impossible. Gasping for air and kicking blindly, she thrashed as hard as she could, fighting to live. She wasn't sure why she had wanted to live so badly. Clearly, she was just a waste of space. Maybe it had been because a small part of her thought this was a horrible, long nightmare. Or maybe she still had hopes her dreams were alive. She tried screaming. She tried begging. None of it worked. Her lungs had burned so bad she thought they were on fire. Unfortunately, she was well out of strength. Jessamine shut her eyes, accepting death as it opened its gates for her.
That's when someone flicked the light switch and she felt the hand around her neck disappear. She hit the floor rapidly and slumped there, disoriented. She wheezed loudly, trying to collect enough air to sustain her small body. Though her vision was blurry and she could barely pick up her head, she managed to catch sight of another little girl with long black hair and olive skin standing in the doorway. She watched her father's feet move toward the girl. His big hand gently patted her on the head and he kissed her forehead.
"Not now darling, daddy's busy." He ushered her out and his black shoes turned to point back toward Jessamine's vision.
"Daddy has a new daughter now Jessamine. " With that, he left the room and left her to cry herself to sleep in the dark. That was the last time she ever saw her father. She found herself at a later point with a small pink suitcase inside a strange building, dressed in her pink footie pajamas. She couldn't quite remember how she had gotten there or how. Whatever happened in between crying alone in her father's room and ending up here was unknown to her. These details always escaped her mind upon revisiting these memories. A man in armor and a strange helmet was standing beside her, his hand on her shoulder.
"General Gale, this girl was offered as a recruit by Garrett Calloway as a peace offering. He said she's been genetically modified to be able to withstand mental manipulation and harsh conditions. She is supposed to be the perfect soldier."
"Garrett Calloway huh?" The tall man with the red hair at the desk in front of them asked. The inside of this building reminded Jessamine of an alien spaceship. There was high-tech equipment everywhere and everyone wore the strangest outfits. He stood up and eyed her up and down. "He's not really the type for peace offerings. My first gut thought was that he had sent a spy but now looking at her this is for sure his daughter."
"I don't know sir. She was brought to the door by some of his men and they swore she was ours to keep. Garrett never wants to see her again."
The man sighed, not happy with this answer. He came around the desk and stood in front of Jessamine. He bent down to her height. "She can't be more than fourteen. She's young to be a soldier here but I'm sure we could start her with some training."
"Sir with all due respect-"
"We're so low on recruits. We're going to have to take what we can get."The red-haired man interrupted the helmet-guy. He looked Jessamine in the eye, "Why have you come here?"
Jessamine felt the answer come out her mouth before she could process. She knew why she was here. It was crystal clear. "I'm here to die."
Four years later and Jessamine was one of the strongest soldiers the superior hunters ever had. She knew she was there to die but she had decided secretly that if she was going to die, she wasn't going to be the weak, useless person her father told her she was. She was going to die strong and being of use to people. She had got off to a horrible start in her first year but that's a whole other story to venture into. Having to enter an army with the knowledge that this is how she was going to die was tough to deal with. Jessamine had to watch her dreams die as she finally accepted she was never going to be anything else other than a girl with an expiration date. She wasn't trained as well as the other soldiers were. She wasn't handpicked from a selection of guardians to be here. There had been no harsh testing for her to get into the superior hunters like others had to endure. She was just here and she was the weakest and youngest out of everyone. Jessamine Calloway was a mistake.
General Gale couldn't work with such a traumatized, saddened child even after pairing her with some of his strongest soldiers for training. He made the decision to put her on special pills that made her forget every horrible memory she ever had and change her feelings of misery and confusion to happiness and hope. However, it would only last for a month. She would have to take another pill at that point. The more pills she took with each month, the smaller the gap between taking another pill would take. People started to respect Jessamine more as she started to train hard. She seemed to truly have motivation and even a great personality. She cheered others on and helped people. She acted like the person she had been before her father turned on her. Jessamine became known as a goddess to many of the superior hunters because she was so kind, warm and encouraging.
Jessamine knew the person everyone thought she was didn't exist as she laid there that morning. She had never felt so alone. Most people in the superior hunters didn't have a family but at least they had each other. She had many friends of course. Her best friends were Scarlett, Toby and Xavier. However, the last one wasn't a superior hunter. He was the prince of the superior and she just happened to be dating him. The few who knew this was happening liked to call her and Xavier Romeo and Juliet.
None of them knew the sad, lonely girl that lived inside her mind. As she sat up and took a glass of water and a small pink pill out of an orange bottle from her side table, she made a promise to herself that she would never let them know such a useless person.
She shut her eyes as she placed the pill on her tongue. She then gulped down the glass of water. Within moments, happiness swept over her and she forgot what she had been last thinking about. Her recent online purchase from Macy's came to mind and she excitedly jumped out of bed, curls bouncing behind her and ran out of her room toward Scarlett's to wake her up and tell her that her package was coming today.
I'm interested and may have a CS up
Before Rose could do anything, something yanked her wrists and tightly clenched them so tight she was sure they were causing a blood clot. She glanced over at her arms in panic to find a strange black roping around it. She tried to thrash her arms against it but she wasn't strong enough to even budge them.
"The bold and impotent are only rewarded with death," a voice whispered from behind her. It felt like he was whispering in both her ears somehow. She tried to look over her shoulder to see the speaker, managing, "Well that's not me. I am not bold or impotent at all." Her eyes darted around the room in panic as the room seemed to get darker an darker and the black substance spread across the room. This was a nightmare come to life.
Rose thought she heard the voice conversing about Phi or something but she couldn't pay too much attention to it. The darkness had shrouded her at this point and she couldn't see anything nor feel her own weight against the ground. Was she drowning? She sure felt like she couldn't breathe. Rose had no idea how much time went by like this. Though it was a dreadful experience, she knew the end of it probably meant her death and she was grateful for final moments even if they were kinda traumatic.
Then suddenly the blackness was all gone. She slowly dared to open her eyes when a dim light intruded through her eyelid. She ran a hand through hair, brushing strands that had fallen in her face back to their spot in order to clear her vision There was one light bulb in the room and a guy standing there. She couldn't see him too well except for his pale back. She wasn't sure but it sounded like he was humming. He turned around, the cigarette lighting up his face for them to see. It seemed they had another smoker with a mohawk in their presence.
"Sorry about your friends." The guy finally said. His voice was warm instead of threatening or frightening which she had expected. He turned away from them to fiddle with something she couldn't see and said, "Go ahead and ask any questions you might have."
Questions? Rose had a million of them. The one that played over and over in her head was whether or not she could go home but she knew she couldn't just leave without understanding what had happened. "Okay. Who are you and why did that man want to kill us? And what was that black stuff? "
"The bold and impotent are only rewarded with death," a voice whispered from behind her. It felt like he was whispering in both her ears somehow. She tried to look over her shoulder to see the speaker, managing, "Well that's not me. I am not bold or impotent at all." Her eyes darted around the room in panic as the room seemed to get darker an darker and the black substance spread across the room. This was a nightmare come to life.
Rose thought she heard the voice conversing about Phi or something but she couldn't pay too much attention to it. The darkness had shrouded her at this point and she couldn't see anything nor feel her own weight against the ground. Was she drowning? She sure felt like she couldn't breathe. Rose had no idea how much time went by like this. Though it was a dreadful experience, she knew the end of it probably meant her death and she was grateful for final moments even if they were kinda traumatic.
Then suddenly the blackness was all gone. She slowly dared to open her eyes when a dim light intruded through her eyelid. She ran a hand through hair, brushing strands that had fallen in her face back to their spot in order to clear her vision There was one light bulb in the room and a guy standing there. She couldn't see him too well except for his pale back. She wasn't sure but it sounded like he was humming. He turned around, the cigarette lighting up his face for them to see. It seemed they had another smoker with a mohawk in their presence.
"Sorry about your friends." The guy finally said. His voice was warm instead of threatening or frightening which she had expected. He turned away from them to fiddle with something she couldn't see and said, "Go ahead and ask any questions you might have."
Questions? Rose had a million of them. The one that played over and over in her head was whether or not she could go home but she knew she couldn't just leave without understanding what had happened. "Okay. Who are you and why did that man want to kill us? And what was that black stuff? "
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