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Genevieve Barnaby

"I don't need my family's money to get by."

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a character in “A Part of Growing Up”, as played by Vix

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|Full Name|
Genevieve Anais Barnaby

|Nickname|
✯ Gin ✯ Ginny ✯ Vivi ✯ Gab ✯ Gabby ✯

|Birthday|
January 1st, 1989

|Age|
25

|Nationality|
British-American [50% British, 50% French]

|Occupation|
Gin has been working as a personal assistant to one of Hollywood's newest up and coming stars, Evangeline Babineaux. Her job involves running quite a few errands including coffee runs, grocery shopping, scheduling meetings and transportation, and managing her YouTube channel and blog.

|Sexual and Romantic Orientation|
Asexual - Androromantic; She's tried, for the life of her, she has. But she honestly cannot find it within herself to become sexually stimulated, something that's been a barrier in all of her past relationships. She can do hugging and kissing and typical displays of affection, but she simply can't do sex.

|Hometown|
Paris, France{0-8} Surrey, England, UK {8-13} San Francisco, California {13-25}




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|Height & Weight|
5'6” & 121lbs

|Build|
She has a very petite build, much like the ideal ballerina. She's not boasting any curves but she does make up for it with a fit, supermodel-like figure that she takes care to maintain.

|Skin Tone|
She has smooth, peachy skin that never seems to tan.

|Hair Color|
Her hair is a mixture of blonde and brown.

|Eye Color|
Her eyes are a bright shade of blue, though not quite crystal or icy.

|Significant Markings|
{Tattoos}
[Left Shoulder] [Left Ankle] [Right Forearm]

{Piercings}
[x]

|Fashion Sense|
Genevieve has a rather simplistic wardrobe and opts for flats and uggs for footwear, heels only if absolutely called for. She likes to wear pants that fit snugly, though not tight enough that she has to fight to get them on. She's a fan of floral print shirts as well, and graphic tees. Her signature style, however, is a somewhat grunge look. Her hair often has an unkempt yet stylish look to it as though she simply rolled out of bed and did nothing to it. She often wears dark makeup and strangely patterned clothes.




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|Quirks & Habits|
➳ Flares her nostrils when irritated ➳ Stares off into space when she's bored ➳ Talks to herself when nobody is paying attention ➳ Plays with her nose ring when her hands are idle ➳ Always seems to be taking notes or checking on something ➳

|Talents | Strengths | Skills |
⚘ Multitasking ⚘ WebPage Management ⚘ Remembering Things ⚘ Taking Direction ⚘ Voice Acting ⚘ Swimming

|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘ Self Conscious ⚘ Over Meticulous – Has OCD ⚘ Allergic To Peanuts ⚘ Diagnosed With Breast Cancer

|Hobbies|
β™ͺ Taking Notes β™ͺ Reading β™ͺ Coloring In Children's Coloring Books β™ͺ Collecting Unicorn Figurines β™ͺ Collecting Faerie Figurines β™ͺ Editing Evan's Webpage β™ͺ

|Fears|
ΓΈ Being Fired ΓΈ Dying ΓΈ Chemotherapy ΓΈ Her Breast Cancer Getting Worse

|Secrets|
✀ She has breast cancer ✀

|Goals/Dreams|
✈ To beat her breast cancer ✈ To be a famous actress ✈ To earn enough money one day for a big house ✈




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|Personality|
One look at this young Brit has people falling head over heels for her. At first glance she seems like all that a proper young lady would be. However, she opens her mouth and that image begins to shatter like pieces of a dropped mirror. Gin is a girl who loves to live life for the moment and has little to no problem getting loud and ignorant with people when she feels that it's needed. Unlike her boss, she doesn't mind stepping on people's toes and telling them exactly what she thinks. There is no such thing as sugarcoating with her. She's not rude or obnoxious, though quite a few people might accuse her of being such. She's simply brutally honest and won't apologize for being herself. She's not the type to label herself a feminist and will often butt heads with the misandric and militant type feminists that she meets. Despite her apparent coarseness, she's actually a pretty sweet woman if you can get past her big mouth. She's not a stranger to lending a helping hand and she can recognize when she's hurt someone unnecessarily – Even if it takes her a while. She always makes up for her wrongs and will, begrudgingly, admit when she is wrong. One thing that she hates more than anything is handouts. She doesn't like getting things just because she's friends with someone or anything of the like. Unlike her brothers, she has not used her mother's connections to break into the world of modeling. She believes in getting yourself noticed on your own. It is because of this work ethic belief that she rarely touches her family's bank account.

|Likes|
✯Webpage Design ✯ Her Boss ✯ Her Friends ✯ Her Iguana, Roger ✯ Watching American Dad ✯ Children ✯ Large Houses ✯ Horror Flicks ✯ Action Flicks ✯ Black Humor ✯ Going to Premieres ✯ Being Right ✯ Oolong Tea ✯ Chai Lattes ✯ Reptiles ✯ Amphibians ✯ Video Games ✯ Being Indoors ✯ Working ✯

|Dislikes|
☠ Being Wrong ☠ Romance Movies ☠ Romance Novels ☠ Twilight ☠ Bad Writing ☠ Bad Scripts ☠ Talentless Celebrities ☠ Beauty Pageants ☠ Same Sex PDA ☠ Failing To Meet Deadlines ☠ Failing In General ☠ Having Breast Cancer ☠ Being Made To Feel Inferior ☠




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|Place of Origin|
Paris, France{0-8} Surrey, England, UK {8-13} San Francisco, California {13-25}

|Family Tree|
Michelle DuBois-Barnaby (Mother – Alive) [Former Model]
William Barnaby (Father – Alive) [Professional Makeup Artist]
Maximilian (Brother – Deceased) [Former Model]
Michael Barnaby (Brother – Alive) [Caterer]
Alexander Barnaby (Brother – Alive) [Model]
Pierre Barnaby (Brother – Alive) [Model]

|Happiest Memories|
Her happiest memory of all from when she was hired by Evangeline and moved in. She adores her roommates and the loft that they call home.

|Saddest Memory|
Her saddest memory is attending her eldest brother's funeral. She can still remember throwing a fit when she'd seen his body in the casket.





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|History|
The story begins with a model. Michelle was a fabulous woman, though she was well known for being a diva. She produced the scandal of the century when she began cheating on her then husband with her makeup artist. After the press died down she got a divorce and was soon on her way to getting remarried. The main reason that it was such a scandal was because she was seventeen when she'd married her first husband, who was twenty-nine. Her second, and current husband, was twenty-four. She was eighteen when she married him. Not too long after, the happy couple had their first child, Maximilian. A couple of years later, she gave birth to twins Michael and Alexander. Pierre was what they'd thought would be their last child – She was twenty-two and tired of posing pregnant. She wanted to be back on the catwalk. She got her tubes tied and returned to the catwalk soon thereafter. However, through an unknown mishap, it seemed that her tubes had other plans for her and she was soon twenty-seven and pregnant with their first girl and last child. She made her husband get a vasectomy to prevent any other unwanted children.

Like most people would assume, Genevieve didn't get much attention from her mother unless it was for an interview or photo op. She was raised mostly by her brothers and their nanny, not complaining one bit. Her mother always thought that it was inappropriate that she was so rough and tumble and wouldn't allow Genevieve to go out in public for three months until her hair grew back and she reverted to dresses after she gave herself a haircut and began wearing her brothers' old clothes when she was seven just to piss her mother off. The family got a new start after the death of their eldest brother, Max. Much to the dismay of his parents, Max was gay. It had been rumored for some time that sixteen year old was in a relationship with one of his co-workers, a German model, Viktor Vreni. It was confirmed within a month and the press went wild. He was walking home with his boyfriend one night when he was attacked on the streets of Paris by assailants that were caught almost immediately after beating the two to death with statuettes of the Virgin Mary. The funeral scarred Genevieve forever after a couple of naughty and curious cousins opened the casket to reveal her disfigured brother. She's never gone to another funeral since then – It's a wonder that she has such a love for horror flicks.

After the funeral, the family moved to their father's country estate in Surrey and left the limelight. This was Michelle's most frustrating time, unable to convince her daughter to be more ladylike. She was trying to get her daughter into modeling as she had done with her sons, at the very least, acting. But Genevieve wasn't having it. She didn't like people staring at her and she liked the internet. She was always checking out books about computers and had designed her first web page when she was only twelve years old. Her mother eventually gave up. After five years of being in the shadows, the family decided to move again. This time, they moved to California. Their father had been offered a job working for Cover Girl and he took it. Upon their arrival, their mother announced her official retirement so that she could spend more time with her children. By β€œchildren”, she meant Genevieve. While the twins and Pierre had traveled to San Francisco with them, they had soon enrolled in San Francisco State University and moved out. Again, Michelle tried to get her daughter into modeling or acting but Gin continued to refuse.

By the time she was fourteen she could finally give her mother an answer to all the frustrated β€œwhy”s that Michelle had cried out over the years. "I would love nothing more than to model. But I don't want to get jobs just because my family is famous. I want to get them on my own..." Her mother thought she was silly and assured her that all the greats only got good jobs in the business because of their connections. Still, she took what she could with her daughter and taught her all that she knew within a four year time frame. During her high school years she had met her first best friend on the yearbook committee; [Jon Kortajarena]. They were inseparable and that friendship blossomed into love as the two began dating.

At the age of eighteen, she was graduated from high school and began to attend her brothers' alma mater. She lived on campus until her sixth year in college. During her sixth year, she got an apartment that wasn't too far from the university and finally bought her first car with money she earned between modeling and working as a barista on campus. After seven years in college, she was finally finished. At her graduation party she offered her services as an assistant to a young woman that she once attend Uni with who was now rising to the top in Hollywood, Evangeline Babineaux. It didn't take her too long before she had moved to Los Angeles and began her life as an adult. [[I'll add Jon more to the story after a charrie is made]]



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{β€œYou know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ― Dr. Seuss }





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Bad Reputation ♠️ Joan Jett
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me, oh no, not me

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change

An' I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me, oh no, not me
Pedal, boys!

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
The world's in trouble, there's no communication
An' everyone can say what they wanna to say
It never gets better, anyway

So why should I care about a bad reputation anyway?
Oh no, not me, oh no, not me

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
An' I only feel good when I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me, oh no, not me
Not me, not me





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{"QUOTE". }




|Other|
❣She has a pet iguana named Roger after Roger the Alien on American Dad.❣
❣She hates hot dogs and anything that's fried.❣
❣Her family members call her Crow.❣
❣She was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of seventeen, though nobody knows.❣

So begins...

Genevieve Barnaby's Story

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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA



[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]

β€œYou've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”


β•š ╝



A meteor shower!

That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.


As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...

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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ Last of the American Girls ]

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"

β•š ╝






Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small cafΓ© in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.

Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.

"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this cafΓ© anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.

She didn't have a project or anything lined up.

She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the cafΓ©, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.

So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.







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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ It's Time ]

"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"

β•š ╝






Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.

"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.

"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.

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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.

Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!

His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.

Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.

~ Later that same day ~

Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.

He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.

After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.

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❝"She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong.". ~ Mae West❞

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Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.

Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.

She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-

A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.

Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.