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Genevieve Marchand

Aug 24, 2018 21:06:03 GMT -5

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Post by Genevieve Marchand on Aug 24, 2018 21:06:03 GMT -5

GENEVIEVE MARCHAND

SHARPENED NAILS SEEM SOFTER

general info

CLASS WARRIOR	GENDER FEMALE
AGE 34	RACE HUMAN
ORIENTATION BISEXUAL	OCCUPATION RED TEMPLAR

appearance

Genevieve is tall and broad, with a strong, muscled body shaped by years of combat training and hard work. Her face is stern, with just a bit of softness around her blue eyes, and she wears her light blond hair cropped short. Her hands are calloused from gripping a sword, and her limbs are marked by light scars and bruises.

She is still in the early phases of red lyrium exposure and appears mostly normal. The effects are only outwardly visible in a faint red ting in the veins on her hands and neck

personality

POSITIVE

- hard working
- perfectionist
- detail oriented
- observant
- confident

NEGATIVE

- obsessive
- short tempered
- stubborn
- dishonest
- unfriendly

Genevieve is a hard headed woman fueled by firey determination. She doesn't do things by half and isn't the sort of person to give up on whatever she sets out to achieve. She's always been at least a little bristly and short tempered, but the red lyrium has amplified those traits. It encouraged her bolder impulses and has made her all the more stubborn and unwilling to change her mind once it's already made up.

it's hard to get on Genevieve's good side. She'd like to have real friends but doesn't see much value in wasting time in pleasantries and politeness, and she doesn't care for opening up to others.

history

TW: eating disorder, substance abuse

Genevieve started life as the youngest child of a minor noble family in Val Chevin. She grew up wanting to love the luxury and intrigue, but she could never quite settle into it and always felt out of place. Try though she did, Genevieve could not settle into a respectable, quiet life, and she craved something with more purpose. Shortly after she came of age, Genevieve left home to join the Templar order.

Before she joined the Order, Genevieve was religious but not particularly devout. After joining, however, she devoted her whole self to the cause and found new passion and zealotry in doing the Maker's holy work. She trained harder than anyone, and any waking moments that were spent training were filled with prayer and a slow growing obsession with penance, particularly through fasting. Genevieve got the idea in her head that she had to make up for years of not being a proper believer and made a point of denying herself of anything that brought joy or pleasure, even the smallest indulgence weighed her down with guilt.

At first, Genevieve was praised for her work ethic and self-discipline, no one knew that she was really motivated by fear and guilt. As a fully fledged Templar, Genevieve was stationed at the Circle Tower at Monsimmard. She should have been satisfied with where her life was going, but she never was, and she never stopped trying to fill the void in the best way she knew how: with nonstop training, with prayer, with fasting, and later with extra doses of stolen lyrium.

The lyrium fueled a vicious cycle. Overworked and underfed, Genevieve convinced herself that it was what kept her going, However, the fact that she craved more than she was allowed and the lengths she went to to satisfy her addiction only piled on the guilt. She couldn't keep it up for long, and in time was caught and dishonorably discharged.

She was low when the Red Templars found her, a starving addict too fearful to help herself. The red lyrium was a last resort, and it a way it saved her life. It gave her vibrancy and energy like she never had before, and its song is loud enough to drown out the nasty thoughts that made her do such awful things to herself.

It was the Chantry's fault that she ended up so sick and desperate, but she had moved on and found something better.

sample

Ornella could perform with ease in front of a crowd of strangers, but addressing a small group of peers intimidated her enough to make her want to run out the door. She hid it well, however, behind a wall of calm confidence, and underneath the nervousness a swell of excitement and pride began to rise. There were a few new faces here, a good sign that they had drummed up the interest of more than a few disgruntled mummers.

She took a deep breath as she rose from her seat and smoothed out the front of her dark blue dress. "I think it's time we began," she started in a bold voice that hid her nerves well. "Does anyone have any pressing concerns they would like to share?"

"I do," a young man replied as he stood up. Ornella knew him well: a singer with one of the sweetest voices she had ever heard. "I couldn't do it, what you asked last time, to work without pay. A lordling offered me half a loaf of bread for a few songs, and I couldn't turn him down."

Ornella's face softened, and she gave an understanding nod. "I don't blame you, or anyone else who had to make the same choice, but this will never stop happening unless you insist that others see the value in your craft. Imagine a master cobbler, would he give away shoes for bits of bread?"

He might if he was starving," interrupted an old man.

"And he wouldn't be starving in the first place if he was paid fairly!" Ornella snapped. She took a little breath to calm herself before she went on. "I know that some the things I ask won't be easy, but when is anything worth accomplishing easy? The sacrifices we make now will shape the future, isn't that worth it?"

Here she paused to look out at the people gathered before her. She had the full attention of each and every one of them, and after another steadying breath she continued, her voice lower now but also sterner. "If anyone here is not prepared to make those sacrifices, then I suggest you leave now. I don't expect perfection from anyone, but I do expect full commitment and an honest effort."

The air was tense as she stood still and waited, and time slowed down to an excruciating crawl, yet no one made any move. Even the old man stayed in his seat. Ornella felt safe enough to breathe a sigh of relief, and a small smile replaced the severe look on her face. "Good, I'm glad to have your full support. Does anyone else have anything they would like to share?"

ooc info

☆ NAME
Planxty

☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
n/a if none

☆ FACE CLAIM
Gwendoline Christie
THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Planxty.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

Edited Aug 25, 2018 21:45:24 GMT -5 By RollForBluff

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