â If I pretend nothing is wrong, then maybe no one will notice. â
Nicknames
Most people just call her Ginny, but her close friends and family tend to call her Gin. She doesn't mind either way, as long as it's something that doesn't sound stupid.
â Some people have called me Gin-Gin. They quickly learn not to. â
Role
Civilian
Age
17
â I've only just turned seventeen. That makes it one year until I will be eligible for the Cure. â
Gender
Female
â And it's not about to change anytime soon. â
Physical Description
Let's be blunt: Ginny is pretty. Very pretty. Flowing white hair, large eyes, long lashes, flawless skin, et cetera, et cetera. She's quite curvy, too, but is very self-conscious about her body. As a result, she wears loose clothing all the time in an attempt to cover up her figure. It is for this reason that she's especially fond of jackets.
â People ask me why I don't wear prettier, more flattering clothing. I tell them I don't care how I look. They never suspect my words for lies. â
She's smiling most of the time. The impression people get from her is something akin to "charismatic honor student who's good at everything." She's brilliant; she stands out; she shines. People admire her confident and resolute personality, and need only take one glance at her to think, "This girl is going places." To them, Ginny is a star.
â Ah, but looks can be deceiving. First impressions are usually the least accurate. Somewhere, the mask ends and the real me begins, but they never see it. Almost nobody has. The ones who did are all gone. â
Personality
Beneath the dazzling veneer, Ginny is incredibly insecure. She's had her fair share of crushes, although she denies her feelings every single time. The most recent object of her affections is a certain Theodin Everett, who is also coincidentally her best friend's brother. (Honestly. She'd be mortified if she weren't so busy being in denial.) Because of the way Ginny has been raised, she's intensely philophobic and hates the idea that she could be infected with the deliria. It makes her feel unclean, and unnatural, and unhealthy. But she can't help who she falls in love with, and deep down inside she feels like there is something fundamentally wrong with her. That she is broken. A monstrosity.
â People would be disgusted if they really knew me. So I hide myself. I tell people what they want to hear. What they expect to hear. The perfect girl that everyone sees and admires is a fake. â
When she's not worrying about what other people think of her, Ginny has a fighting spirit and is very competitive. She takes games as seriously as she takes her tests and exams, tackling them with a fierceness that frankly astonishes people. On the downside, sometimes she may take things a bit too far. She's obsessed with winning, you see, and has been accused quite a few times of being a bad sport.
â I love winning. When I win, I don't feel like the failure that I am. â
Everything else aside, Ginny is a liar. Over the years, she's lied so much about herself that by now she's become a brilliant actress. She lies because she's scared someone will find out about her imperfectionsânamely, her on-again off-again bouts of deliria. She lies even to herself, telling herself that what she experiences is not the dreaded disease of love. She's so good that she's gotten even herself half-convinced.
â Lies make up my whole life. I hate lying. Thankfully, I only have to hide for one more year. After the Cure, I will be free. â
Living this kind of half-life has had detrimental effects on her psyche. She's always been rather suspicious of other people's motives, but what began as suspicion has now developed into something approaching paranoia.
â Their eyes are everywhere. â
Thoughts About the Cure
Thinking about the Cure raises uncomfortable questions at the back of her mind. Is the government lying to them? Is the Cure really the best solution? Is love really so bad? Does she really want to be Cured? To change? To not feel?
She hates thinking like that, hates thinking these terrible, traitorous thoughts. So she runs away from herself. She doesn't ask questions. And above all, she tries not to think too hard about the Cure.
â My personal opinions don't matter. The Cure is the only thing that can fix me. â
Skill(s)/Abilities
As stated above, Ginny is good at deceiving people. She lies and acts on a daily basis, and only an extremely perceptive person would be able to separate truth from lies.
Beyond that, Ginny is also very sharp. Hopeless at sports, perhaps, but she always aces her academic exams. She's got a very keen memory, and needs only to glance at something a few times to completely memorize it. She also has a secret love of writing that she keeps hidden from the rest of the world. She'll line her notebooks with poetry of all kindsâcouplets and sonnets and free-verseâand sometimes she'll even jot down a short story or two. Ginny always makes sure to burn the notebooks when she's done with them. They're incriminating evidence, after all.
â This love of writing is entirely inappropriate. It shames me, and yet at the same time I never want to stop. Is this what deliria is like? â
History
When she was little, she was very close to her grandfather. He'd always sit her down and tell her the most wondrous stories, and at night would sing her the most beautiful lullabies. She was too little to understand the meaning of the words, but the tales and songs of love touched her heart. She didn't know it at the time, but this was what fueled her interest in fairy tales and poetry. As Ginny grew older, she became more observant. She could tell that there was something different about her grandfather, that something was not quite right about him. Eventually she realized that he must have been infected somehow, or maybe the Cure wore off on him. She was a bit horrified, but couldn't help liking him anyway.
Then one day, her grandfather was hauled away to the Crypts. No warning. No conciliatory gestures. No apologies. Just a terse, "You're under arrest" from the authorities before they did what they had to do. She never saw him again.
â I loved my grandfather. I know it's wrong, but I did. â
Her father was dragged off not long after. There were whispers, hisses of sympathizer and Invalid and freak. Ginny wasn't quite sure what a sympathizer or an Invalid was, but the "freak" part she understood too well.
The double imprisonment had effects on the rest of her family as well. Her mother, Marianne, had always been rather cold, but was now downright frigid. Ginny hated her, and never talked to her if she could help it. Instead, the girl found comfort in her older sister, Leah.
Leah Hearst was the epitome of "awesome big sister." She was kind, teasing, affectionateâall the things that Ginny craved but was too afraid to seek. She was the only person who Ginny allowed into her heart, and the only one who could get away with calling her "Gin-Gin." Little Ginny loved her sister with all her heart, even though she knew it was wrong and freakish. At that time she didn't care, because she was happy and that was the only thing that mattered.
Then Leah was given the Cure, and nothing was the same anymore. She no longer laughed, or even grinned. No longer teased Ginny, or hugged her, or set aside time to play with her. "Mom" became "Mother" and "Gin-Gin" became "Virginia." Leah even once threatened to report Ginny to the authorities after she caught her writing poetry. Eventually Leah decided she wanted nothing to do with her family, and she left. She didn't look back even once.
â She completely changed. It was a good thing. I should have been happy for her. But all I could see was an alien. All I could feel was a strange sense of loss and sadness. You don't have to tell me; I know these are treacherous thoughts. But I can't help the way I think.
âŚIt doesn't matter anymore, anyway. She's gone. Lives on the other side of Portland. Only the other side of town, but it feels like a universe away. â
Ginny fell to her poetry and writing for comfortâsecret, guilty pleasures that she took care to hide from the rest of the world. Before, Leah was the only one who knew. Not even her mother did. Ginny couldn't stand the thought of being discovered, so she took care to burn up all stories and poems when she was done writing them. Alas, all her precautions had been in vain. Eventually, she was discovered.
It had been a normal day at St. Anne's Highschool for Girls. She'd been doodling couplets on a scrap of paper, not paying attention to the teacher who was droning on about some topic she'd already mastered weeks ago. When the bell rang, she had stood up, ready to go, but then accidentally dropped her paper. Before she could hurriedly retrieve it, someone picked it up.
That was how Ginny met Skylar Everett, and how Skylar stumbled upon Ginny's greatest secret.
â It was beyond embarrassing. She was not supposed to see anything. I wanted to die. â
Skylar had been surprisingly tolerant of Ginny's perverse obsession with poetry. She had promised to keep Ginny's secret, and from thereon the two of them struck up a hesitant friendship (or at least, it was hesitant on Ginny's part). Until then, Ginny had been on friendly terms with most of the school but had carefully kept her distance, afraid of getting too close, afraid of exposing herself. Skylar, though, was annoyingly stubborn, and Ginny eventually found herself reluctantly fond of the tiny girl.
â She's impossible, sometimes. â
Ginny knew, vaguely, that Skylar had a twin, but never saw for herself until she went over to Skylar's house one day for a study session. Her twin's name was Theodin Jaynar Everett and he was even shorter than she was. He was also silent and rude and cold. And surprisingly attractive.
â Notânot that I was looking, or anything. â
And that was the day Ginny met Theodin Everett, and the day that amor deliria nervosa struck once more.
The Deliria
Theodin Everett | Everett Sibling 3 | â I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have deliria. I really don't. â
Finnigan Everett | Everett Sibling 5 | â Yes, I've seen him around. He seems nice enough, if a bit odd. â
Relationships
Skylar Everett | Best Friend | â A nice girl. She has known some of my darkest secrets for years now, but has promised not to tell anyone. So far, she has kept this promise. I cannot help but wonder how long this will last. You may think me cynical, but the truth is that people change. Skylar is friendly now, but what will it be like in a year, after she gets the Cure? She will change. I know she will. And I? I will move on. â
Theodin Everett | â For the last time, there is no relationship. I justâŚlike to follow him around sometimes, that's all. And, uh, maybe write him a poemâŚor twoâŚor tenâŚbutâbut that's it! I don't know him, and there is definitely no relationship! â
Other
She's got a terse, almost disjointed way of speaking. Can be rather evasive when she wants to beâfor example, when broaching uncomfortable or sensitive subjects during conversation, she tends to skirt around the issue without really talking about it.
She's also ridiculously fond of puns. She thinks they're amusing, even the really bad ones.