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Gemma Varjack

Never was one for vengeance, but as the saying goes: an eye for an eye

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a character in “Bloodshed Within The French Quarter”, originally authored by penelope lemon, as played by RolePlayGateway


"Never was one for vengeance, but as the saying goes: an eye for an eye."


Gemma Varjack

More often than not she goes by Gem

Twenty four

|Birth Date|
September 12th 1991


|Sexual Orientation|


Veterinary Technician

Gemma is tall, standing 5'8'' and is all limbs. Going through her growth spurt when she was twelve was hell because she was constantly tripping over her legs. She eventually learned to embrace her height and now enjoys being tall. Her blonde hair is long and curly and Gemma is lucky if she gets a brush through it in the mornings. She has dark blue eyes, a pointed nose and lips that form a lopsided smile. Makeup was never her forte and so she has a tendency to be pretty lax with her appearance. She doesn't have any distinguishing marks, with the exception of a mole just above her collarbone.

In her werewolf form, she is just as lanky as she is in human form. Her coat is a mix of grey, black and fawn colored fur.

Gemma is extremely close with her pack members. She is devoted and protective of them and is quick to be at their side in a time of need. She's known Nick Hale the longest and Cody Whittmore is like the brother she never had. After her parents death, she spent a lot of time at the French Quarter cemetery where she met, and quickly became friends with, Bones Calvert.

Hot tea
Being a werewolf
Classical rock music
Vintage cars
Early mornings just before sunrise

The full moon transition
Silver and wolfs bane
Television series

There are no secrets with Gemma, what she projects is what she feels. She's never been one to beat around the bush, and often speaks her mind, which can sometimes get her into sticky situations. But whenever that has happened she has somehow managed to smooth talk her way out. She is honest with herself, and others, and she's the type of person that will say what needs to be said, rather than what someone would like to hear. Straight forward, level headed and realistic, she knows what she's capable of and she knows her weaknesses. At times she can be a bit stubborn. Gemma has little patience for people opposite her; people who tend to be flaky and indecisive, liars and feather brains.

That being said, Gemma has a great capacity for love and respect. She enjoys being in the company of people and so has a fierce loyalty to her pack members. She's charming and easy going. She's fearless and adventurous. Always open minded, Gemma is constantly trying new things, whether it be a new food or a new sport. Mildly tempered, she has a talent for finding the simple joys in life. She is not easily angered or provoked, and her temper is usually settled with a spew of her favorite curse words. She tries not to let her heart cloud her judgment, but it seems that both her logic and her emotions are at a constant battle.

Gemma Varjack has lived a very simple, very quiet life. Born and raised in New Orleans, she grew up along the bayou. Living few miles outside of the French Quarter made for quiet and sometimes lonely days spent on the river, though Gemma never minded much. She passed the time reading under the trees or swimming in the marshy water and some of her fondest memories are of boat rides up and down the river whenever her father could get time off work. Being an only child, Gemma's parents were her very best friends. They had a habit of spoiling her with trips into town for ice cream, but were good to teach her to be humble and grounded. Gemma had a very close bond with her parents.

She was eight years old when she was bit by a werewolf. Frightened, and not sure what was going to happen to her, she ran to her parents. Her parents did everything they could for Gemma, and even became major players in protecting and helping the French Quarter pack. Well aware of werewolves, they soon became familiar with the vampires and witches that lived in New Orleans. They were unofficial members of the pack, and took it upon themselves to watch out for the rest of the werewolves, offering their services anyway humans could.

The first time Gemma left New Orleans was to go to college in Georgia when she was eighteen years old. She studied there for four years to be a veterinarian and only recently returned home to work in the local clinic. Being a vet tech by day and a werewolf by night has its perks and pitfalls. On the one hand, Gemma easily sympathizes with the animals, seeing as she is part animal herself, which makes her very good at what she does. On the other hand, she's run into her fair share of accidents. Gemma wont soon forget the night she was working late when she was twenty two years old. It had been a hectic week and she had completely forgotten the impending danger of the full moon. As she worked to stitch up a little girls cat after removing a growth, she made the painful transition to werewolf. She didn't remember much, just waking up naked in the middle of the clinic with the realization that she had eaten the little girls cat right off the operating table. Needless to say, Gemma has become very mindful and is now extremely careful whenever the full moon roll around. She hasn't had an accident yet.

Two months prior to where the story begins, Gemma discovered the death of her parents. She drove over to their place, like she did every Sunday, but noticed the front door practically off its hinges. Inside the house, she found her parents mangled bodies on the kitchen floor with blood on the walls and dinner still in the oven. She rang in the local police, who could never identify a murderer, but Gemma had a sneaking suspicion it was a vampire. For the next two months she trekked across the United States in search of her parents killers. Along the way she disposed of any vampires she crossed paths with. At one point she had been fairly tolerant of vampires but once she got it in her brain that is was a vampire who killed her parents, she now has a blood lust for them. Her search took her all the way to the boarder of Canada where the trail ran cold and she decided to turn around and come back home.

Little does she know, the killer is living just a few blocks from where Gemma sleeps.

She now lives in her parents old house. She's managed to get her life back in order, and is now working again, but her parents death continually lurk in the back of her mind. She has vowed to herself that one way or another, she will avenge her parents.

|Theme Songs|
James Bay: Hold Back the River Ella Henderson: Ghost

|Face Claim|
Teresa Palmer

|Dialogue Color Code|

penelope lemon

So begins...

Gemma Varjack's Story

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Lewis Character Portrait: Miriam Hale Character Portrait: Nicholas Hale Character Portrait: Emilia Riley Character Portrait: Sydney Cortez Character Portrait: Kade MacKeltar Character Portrait: Alex Pierce Character Portrait: Cody Whittemore Character Portrait: Bernard Calvert Character Portrait: Aria Chambers Character Portrait: Schuyler MacKeltar Character Portrait: Gemma Varjack Character Portrait: Mariah Meade
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Location: The French Quarter.
Event: Founder's Day.
Time: 7:00 PM.


Emilia always hated this night as joyous people were prancing among the French Quarter and basically disrespecting her home. Tourists. She absolutely hated them when it came to this event though the ones that would be passed out from their drunken state made her night a bit easier as she didn't have to stalk them just to feed from them. In the back of her mind she wondered if her boy toy, the Delta of Hale's pack, Cody was going to be at the event tonight as she shrugged her shoulders then placed the thought far back into her mind as she readied herself for tonight.

She didn't care what Kade was going to tell them what to and what not to do tonight. She didn't have time to hear that same old speech again this year as she slipped out of the door before anyone noticed her gone. She walked out of the coven's home town residence then walked along the street as she saw some particularly drunk people already. Emilia couldn't kill with everyone standing around so she'd just have to wait until the right time.

She had finally reached the French Quarter and the parade was just beginning as she has seen this parade countless of times now. Emilia prowled through the streets of the French Quarter, seeing who she could bump into along the path. She didn't hope to see anyone in particular, well, maybe Cody but that was something she was trying her best not to think about right about now. Emilia leaned up against a light pole nearby and just eyed everyone around her then eyed out towards the parade as she rolled her eyes, seeing the Founding Families of New Orleans float past down. 'Same fucking float.' She thought to herself while opening up her purse and digging through it, taking out a vile of blood and chugging it down then placing it back in her purse.

She then licked her lips then pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with her lighter then removed it from her mouth while exhaling the cancerous smoke. The cigarette rested between her index and middle finger now as the parade finally ended and she was relieved as she walked over to the Bar & Grill of the French Quarter and sat at the bar. "Apple Martini, please." She kindly asked for then turned to face everyone that was coming through the door. When the bartender sat her drink in front of her she smirked and looked into his eyes as she whispered. "It's on the house, right?" The bartender nodded his head in a trance like state then walked away. 'Still got it.' She thought as her eyes beamed towards the door of the Bar and Grill.

She took out her phone and shot a text to her little plaything, Cody.

To: Cody ♥
From: Emilia

Hope the Alpha let his wolfies out to play. If not, I still want to see you. At the Bar & Grill. I'll be waiting.

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ImageGemma stood in her dimly lit kitchen, staring at the spot where she had found her parents mangled bodies two months ago. It was odd to her, saying that. It didn't feel like two months had passed. It's felt like two hours. She didn't even have to close her eyes to see the splatters of blood on the cabinets, the twisted mess of her mothers limbs or the gash marks across her fathers chest. She could even smell the pot roast burning in the oven. The image was forever ingrained in her mind, as fresh and as vivid as the day she had found them.

In the distance, the faint cry of French Quarter's citizens drifted in through the kitchen window, pulling Gemma from her thoughts. She blinked, and glanced out between the little lace curtains. Two months was a long time to be away from home. She had missed the French Quarter.

The search for her parents murderer had taken her cross country. The night she left, she had been on watch for the pack when she caught the sent of an unknown vampire passing through their territory. They weren't from the Coven, their smell was all wrong. She had gone back home, packed a bag, and tracked the vampire all the way to the Texas boarder. She managed to flesh out some information from them about a new fledgling in Wichita that had gone on a massive killing spree; she followed the lead all the way to Kansas. And so it continued, the clues stringing Gemma along for two months across the United States. She ended up in northern Idaho right at the Canadian boarder when the clues finally hit a dead end and she returned home.

She had barley been home a week and had yet to unpack. Her bag was still sitting up in her room, under her bed.

Gemma closed the kitchen window and pulled on her boots. She needed to find Nick, or any of her other pack members. She hadn't seen them since she got back and she needed to apologize for abandoning them. She needed to make sure Nick didn't have any ideas about putting her on probation, or worse. She considered reaching out to them telepathically when she first got home, but decided it would be better to talk in person.

She locked up the house and descended the rickety porch steps, making the walk into town. She figured her pack would be there, perhaps celebrating with the rest of the residents of French Quarter.

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Lewis Character Portrait: Miriam Hale Character Portrait: Nicholas Hale Character Portrait: Emilia Riley Character Portrait: Sydney Cortez Character Portrait: Kade MacKeltar Character Portrait: Alex Pierce Character Portrait: Cody Whittemore Character Portrait: Bernard Calvert Character Portrait: Aria Chambers Character Portrait: Schuyler MacKeltar Character Portrait: Gemma Varjack Character Portrait: Mariah Meade
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A roar escaped from him as he woke up from yet another nightmare of him and his pack engulfed in a war and failing. Nick breathed heavily with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and falling down onto his muscular body as he sat on the edge of his bed now. It was New Orleans Founder's Day event and he knew that Vampires were going to be prowling around the French Quarter and you know what, so was his pack along with other ghoulish ghouls. Nick wasn't scared of war as he was now Alpha and had to prove himself to his pack as if he was scared then his pack would become scared and that was something he didn't need right about now.

Nick stood upright as he looked out of his window at the night sky above then moved over to his bathroom, where he'd run a shower to let the water get a bit warm before he step in. After showering for a few minutes, he'd get out and dry himself off and wrap a towel around him then brushed his teeth and fixed himself up for tonight's event. Nick wondered to himself if all of his pack members were going to be there. Speaking of his pack, he could hear one of them approaching his door right about now.

He walked down the stairs and opened the door as he raised a brow. "Whoa! Should I come back?" Nick raised a brow then looked down at himself as he was in nothing but a towel. "Oh, sorry. Now, what is it, Scout?" His voice roared a bit as the Scout stammered before answering. "Okay, I was walking around the French Quarter and you won't believe who I saw." Nick looked at the Scout and awaited a name or something. "Gemma." The Scout muttered as Nick closed the door in the Scout's face then looked around before knocking over various objects in his way.

'That bitch thinks she can just come back to my city and not tell me?!' He thought to himself then immediately changed into a leather jacket that was slightly hiding a white t-shirt, black jeans and black combat boots. He'd also grab his shades and place them on the top of his head then opened the door. "Let's roll."

Nick and the Scout made it to the French Quarter and his nose sniffed up towards the air as his eyes caught sight of a blonde headed female, walking in front of him. "Gemma?" He'd grasp the woman's arm tightly but it wasn't her. "Let go of me!" The blonde screamed as Nick tossed her aside then looked around and bumped into another blonde headed female but this time looked before reacting. "Gemma, Gemma, Gemma." Nick smirked as he looked behind him and waved away the Scout.

"Hm, am I happy to see you? Of course. Am I happy that you came to town without informing me? I'll let you answer that one." His eyes flashed a violent red as he didn't want to harm Gemma especially in front of everyone that was human. Nick grasped Gemma's arm roughly then dragged her to the alleyway nearby and slammed her back first against the wall.

"Why are you back here, Gemma? You leave without a word and return without a word. What is up?" Nick really wanted to know as he'd let her go then stand upright, backing away a little bit. He honestly hated it when he had to get rough with someone, especially a female and especially Gemma.