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Genevieve Douglas Loose grip on gravity falls Sky blinding on crumbling walls River sweep away my memories of Childrens things a young mothers love Siren  Full Name: Genevieve Douglas Nicknames: Gene Age: 17 Birthday: April 20 1994 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Face Claim: Devon Jade Appearance: Yes, that is her real hair color. A question Gene is often asked. Anytime she walks into a Salon they refuse to color her hair or even touch it with any chemicals (Though she never asked) and she is always either fawned over or estranged, depending on the person. Her eyes are the color of sea foam and are wide and bright. She has very soft features, high cheekbones, full pouty lips, flawless Ivory skin with a natural flush along the apples of her cheeks. Little freckles lightly dust her nose and cheeks as well. She is 5'6 with a great hourglass figure. She isn't muscular or built she is slim. Everything about her, is quite alluring. Then come's the side of her that's not as sweet. The Siren, like a shark on a frenzy her eyes turn black and lifeless, her hair dripping wet, stringy. Her nails become long and pointed her cheeks and features hollow out, her collar bone striking and popping out, all of her lean muscles defined in a withering way. Personality: Bitter. The top layer of the many tiers of Gene's personality is that she is bitter, sharp tongued, anti-social and argumentative. This is simply the surface. Push through and you may find the sensitive girl who was once hurt and is simply protective her true self and feelings. She is cautious, she has trouble trusting, and she is afraid of falling in love. She's innocent besides her abrasive outer layer and quite caring and protective over those who she cares for. She also has a beautiful singing voice. Mother: Clair Douglas Father: Unknown (deceased) Children: N/A Pets: Her Pet Rock Steven Others: Grandmother, Fiona Douglas History: She was born a heart breaker. That is what her mother had always told her, and the worst part was, she believed her. Her mother, Clair Douglas had broken the heart of her father. After finding out she was pregnant Clair had told her father that she had wished to stop seeing him. Heartbroken, he had leapt off a bridge to his watery death bellow. That's all she knows about him. for whatever reason Clair's mother kept her and raised her the best she could. The problem was her mother was a very free spirit and sometimes baby's required more time then the young woman could afford. So she was given to her Grandmother, while her mother would visit ever so often in between relationships and run off with the latest and greatest romantic fling. Growing up Gene had always felt particularly close to the water but otherwise like a normal child. She loved to swim, she could just stay in the pool for hours, take a shower till the hot water ran out and then some. Then, at the age of 13 she was sent to summer camp one day, she had slipped on the deck when she went to go out for a midnight swim, hitting her head and falling in the water. She should have died. Yet, she simply woke up conscious with a throbbing headache on the beach. How was she okay? No one had pulled her out and she herself hadn't remembered swimming or getting to safety, yet here she was. Then she joined choir in middle school, her voice was beautiful and she was getting a solo yet when they handed her a mic to practice with one sung note caused the speaker to explode and the room to be left with a ringing sound. She dropped out of choir shortly after. People began teasing her about her hair and how her 'shrill' voice blew the speaker out. High school came and she thought everything was looking for the better. She had found a boy and she had fallen in love. Through the first two years of high school they were inseparable. He was always so loving and doting. He listened to her and hung on her every word, his eye's glossy with the signs of infatuation. He wanted them to be together forever, he had done nothing wrong. Yet? Gene was starting to get worried and annoyed. He would always be calling her, testing her, sneaking into her house, following her around town, taking pictures of her when she wasn't looking, getting upset if she wanted to be alone, crying whenever he wasn't with her. He was addicted. Finally, as he broken into her house, worried when she didn't answer his text she broke up with him. It had all been too much. The next day he had called her, telling her this would be the last time they ever spoke. She called the cops and they found him standing on a bridge, about to jump to his death to water below. They talked him down and set him up in a home for his illness, Gene's grandmother packed her up and moved her to Beacon hills. At this point, she knew what she was. Her grandmother came clean, explaining to her what she had begun to question herself. She was a Siren. RP Sample: Gene sat curled up on the windowsill and stared out the window as she watched it rain, her finger absently tracing the raindrops that raced down the window pane. God she loved the rain. She wished she could have been out there, running around in the rain, cherishing the cold water, dancing under the thundering gray sky. She closed her eyes as she imagined it, a smile gracing her lips as she let out a wishful sigh, opening her eyes and turning back to the postcard she had in her hand. It seemed her mother had found a new love and this time, she was vacationing in Paris with the man. She scanned the postcard in an uncaring way, her eyes following the loops of her mothers handwriting and the hearts and eccentric, up-beat touches that showed just hos 'excited' she was to see him and how she 'just couldn't wait' to introduce him. Genevieve rolled her eye's tossing the post card to the ground. Please. He'd be gone before the next post-card had a chance to make it to the house. For all she knew, he was probably old new. Her mother would never change. |
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