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Genevieve Loveday

"I'd rather not talk about things of unnessisary origins, thank you. Choose your topics with care-- I do bite,"

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a character in “Destroy Your Demons”, as played by Possibility

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Name- Genevieve Loveday

Nicknames- Genny, or Genna, and on rare occasions 'love'.

Age- "Nine-hundred and ten, but it is very rude to ask a lady's age, you know"

Species- Vampire

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Likes-
*The color blue
*Fighting
*Blood, but she isn't picky about type
*Dancing
*Singing
*Crochet

Dislikes-
*Sunlight- she never much preferred it before, but now it is more than a mere nuance
*The color orange
*Oranges
*Talking about unnecessary things
*Humans. Most humans, at least. Ones that hurt people- and most of them have hurt someone in their life.

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Genevieve has long, pale yellow hair that she normally has curled and pinned behind her head and pale, porcelain skin that won't tan (though she wouldn't be stupid enough to try). She has hazel eyes that look like they could see someones soul- and she quite possibly could. She just has that kind of face- like she could hurt or heal you with one glance. She has a penchant for wearing clothing of the Victorian time period, though she has updated her wardrobe over time to suit the needs of the ever-socially defined world. Her features are hard to forget- a long neck and small features and face. She looks ethereal, and she knows it. Sometimes it's a bother, sometimes an advantage.

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Genevieve is silent, in a way. Not in the textbook definition of silence though- in the way she acts. Not that she never says anything or is easy to forget- just the opposite, actually. She could talk someones ear off if they would let her, and she isn't easy to forget if she makes her mark known. Though, she is still silent. She can fly through a space like a ghost someone has seen- you'd never forget her, not in your life, but you'd always wonder if what you saw was really real, or a trick of the light. A voice and body you heard and saw in the silence of the night. She is quick about anything she does- and that makes her very good at it. Weather it is killing or tricking or simply going through the stages of living a never-ending life. She's very good at getting what she wants as well- she's versed in the ways of the world and knows exactly what makes people tick, and how to exploit it. Men are the easiest, of course- a sly smile and a revealing dress can do wonders, after all, but women are easy, too, with a bit more work. She's never been self-centered, though she isn't above lavish items and not helping others. And, she figures, why should she help? No one has helped her, not once in her life, not even her own race. She's lived it alone, and maybe that's what made her better than the rest- survival of the fittest after all, and the alone have more time to practice being the best of the best. Despite the fact that over the years she has become accustomed to being alone, that doesn't stop her from being sad when she is left to her own mind. It's become a mad place in almost one thousand years, and she's never been one for the mad.

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Genevieve doesn't remember much about her early life- almost none from a time when she had a need for real food that wasn't someone's life source. She remembers flashes- a loving mother, a richly decorated home, regal standards, a father that always made time for a son but never a daughter. She remembers sewing lessons and making her first dress when she was ten by hand, a simple yellow thing with white lace on the collar. Though, the only human memory she remembers with clarifying detail is the only one she would love to forget. The attack that took her beating heart but not her life. She remembers walking home with her suitor- someone her mother had not met yet nor would like very much. He wasn't in her class, she remembers that much. A working class man with humble standards. They had been going the long way home, around the poorer districts so she could avoid anyone she knew. She remembers her outfit- a working class dress that slacked around her ankles and was three sizes to big, held up by pins and clips. She remembers walking through an alleyway that would lead them to the class of stuffy dresses and millions of rules, but never quite getting there. Whatever had attacked her that night, it was too fast for her to see it, at first. It got to her suitor first and attacked him, killed him. She's tried very hard to forget what happened next, when her attacker turned on her. Ran her an inch from death, but didn't let her die. At that point she wanted him to let her die on the street, but life is never kind the way it should be.

She woke up later, though she doesn't know how many days or hours she was out. She was in a house, not a hospital. She had blacked out after she was attacked, but she figured she would have woken in a hospital. No, she had woken in a house- her house. But no one was home, at least not in mind. Their bodies were there, though. Drained of blood and life. And somehow she knew she had done it to them- killed them. She could feel that she had done that, and she knew she wanted to do that again, even though she felt regret at her actions. She was feral, she was powerful. She was a liberated woman then- long before liberation for women were the norm. Still, she wasn't above the law, even with her new-found power. So, she fled. To the hills and mountains. She never stopped running, not for quite some time. She figured out who the new, better, improved Genevieve was honed her ability to kill and hide and live without people suspecting. She learned to be human again, or at least pretend to be so. She never stopped to make connections with her species, but she did gain a reputation. She was good at killing, never even leaving a trace of her attacks. She killed differently than others of her species-- she loves a good fight, but she is quick with it, a silent assassin, really. She doesn't bite unless she has too, normally using knives or whatever she has. Biting is something that raises red flags within the community, after all, so she avoids it, even now. She stopped after a while, stopped running. She stayed in the newly- at the time- liberated England and survived, making friends, killing, building her reputation up. Then, of course, she got the invite. She'd been aware of a threat, of course, but she was content to let others handle it. Though, she's never passed up a challenge so she went.

So begins...

Genevieve Loveday's Story

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Character Portrait: Avery Jackson Character Portrait: Max Delaney Character Portrait: Vladamir Black Character Portrait: Valentina De Rosa Character Portrait: Genevieve Loveday Character Portrait: Danielle Richards
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Yet another creature walked into the house interrupting the meet and greet. Of course first impressions mean everything so any rude comment she was thinking at the moment was held in and dismissed for now. This new creature was a wolf sorta. Something was off about him, but a wolf was a wolf. She left it alone. He was pretty forward when it came to talking to people. It seemed that attempting to give a good impression wasn't something he planned to do. Again she kept that to herself.

Danielle hasn't seen anyone she knows yet, but then a familiar scent filled the air and she saw the face she knew exactly who it was. Her good friend Max. They had met a while back, but haven't exactly been with each other twenty-four seven. They were both content on their own, but in a time like this it was nice to have him around. She could see that he felt the same. "It has been forever. You need to visit me more, you know I get cranky when i'm lonely," she said with a joking tone. When Max asked about the wolf dude she shrugged.

She turned to examine the dude and sniffed the air. "No one I know. Maybe he is with the hunter," she said referring to him like he wasn't here. That tends to bother people, but she doesn't care. She let the wolf dude get by with being a strange wolf, blunt, and semi-rude. She was going to talk about him however she please. Danielle took note of the other person in the room that was being awfully quiet. It was strange, but Danielle kept that to herself as well. 'If I keep holding stuff in. People are going to get hurt, she thought to herself.

Glancing around the room she looked to everyone within sight. "Is this everyone or are we expecting a fairy to fly in through the door?" Dani asked allowing her sarcastic nature show through. It might be too early, but she is holding enough stuff in already.

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Valentina was about to make a sarcastic comment about how August had gained some tattoos since she had last met him, she found it funny as he was a vampire and she figured some of those he would regret having in the next century he was alive, but when she opened her mouth, her eyes shot over towards to door, as one of the presumed werewolves waked in, a girl. She seemed younger then herself, and Valentina didn't recognize her. Unlike most other species, Shadowhunters where generally okay and comfortable, to some extent, with other kinds. It happened sometimes they would have run ins on missions. But that didn't exactly go for everyone. But soon after the wolf girl had entered into the home, so did someone else. A wolf she believed, but there was something off about him. Yet a little familiar.

Valentina being Valentina didn't hold anything back, so she walked up to the dark haired boy and examined his features up close. "I know you from some where." She mumbled slightly, unsure of what to really think. Shrugging it off as quickly as her inquisitive nature crept in although, she back off a bit, and went to stand beside the slightly chuckling August. "It'll come to me at some point." She smiled a bit. Which is true, she would. It was either that or have in bother her for the entirety of the time she was in the house, and she wasn't exactly going to have that. She took note of the boys slightly rude and abrupt nature as well.

August just stood there, glancing at the two, bordem crossing over his finely smoothed featured face. Running his finger through his short hair a bit, he then went and crossed him arms. His light blue eyes wandered over to the door as yet another person strode in. A little to his delight, to which he would never admit to, a vampire walked in. As much as he (barely) liked Valentinas company, he was glad someone of his own species was in the house. He didn't recognize her, but he knew of her name, Genevieve.

But soon after that, the hopefully last of the people walked through the door. One Shadow Hunter, and yet another wolf. Lovely. He thought sarcastically to himself. He wasn't that much of a people person.

Valentinas heart jumped a bit in shock as she got pulled suddenly into the tight gripped hug, not knowing who it was for a split second as she never saw his face. But then it easily clicked into place. Returning the hug with a happy laugh, She smiled brightly and said as she pulled away "Well if it isn't the Badass killin' tattoo god AJ." Looking down at his luggage, her grin almost seemed to get wider. "You brought your guitar as well? Shit man, it's been too long." She smirked slightly, glancing over a bit to the social awkward August.

"Vampy Baby, do you wanna go put my bags up into a room? I mean you're strong and I'm your favorite little hunter, so." She smiled sweetly to him. He just rolled his eyes, "Valentina, I'm pretty sure you're strong enough to carry your own bags." He ended up doing at anyway, but simply because we wanted out of the crowd of it all.

Entering one of the rooms, he set her bags and leather plastered guitar case down on the bed. The rooms wall seemed to be half glass, half wood. Maybe even more glass then wood. It seemed to have a color pallet of mostly white, and black and was pretty modern and sleek looking. It should do for her, but even if he wouldn't be upset if she didn't like it. Damn, he'd be almost pleased about her freaking out about it. Making his way back down the stair case, he spoke up a bit "So, what now." He said in general to everyone, his face looking almost like stone with the little emotion that was plastered onto it.

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Valentina snorted at Aj's rapid questions, especially the comment about the get to know each other games. From what she noticed of the bunch, they all seemed to either be by themselves or grouped together with another of their kind, and not entirely to keen on meeting anyone else. "Yeah, they look totally fuckin' up for get to know each other games." She spoke sarcastically, her accent adding a bit of charm to her words."But I've been good, traveling for a bit. Kicking ass, the usual." She said giving a small smirk. In that moment, August stepped beside her as well, saying to her "You're to small to even reach anyones ass, kid." She ignored it, like she did most of his short jokes; she wasn't even too short to begin with.

From the looks of it, everyone was doing there own thing already, and it was obvious this was this was the last of the people who where going to come into the house. August figured that out too, even before Valentina, and went off on his own as well, going into the living room. He got here pretty earlier then everyone else, and had his bags already put in a dark room with no windows. Plopping down on the couch, he went ahead and put his feet up on the coffee table, and clicked on the TV, looking like he was already comfortable with his new home.

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OOC

Sorry I haven't posted, I worked and had no personal time. I just got off an eight hour shift so sorry for the short post, I'm really bloody tired.

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Character Portrait: Avery Jackson Character Portrait: Max Delaney Character Portrait: Valentina De Rosa Character Portrait: Genevieve Loveday Character Portrait: Danielle Richards Character Portrait: August Cade
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He trotted over, following Genevieve, intrigued by her attitude. He liked it. She was spunky and quiet and cool, and he thought to himself 'at least maybe I'll be able to relate to SOMEONE. Thank fucking god there are normal people here' Smiling he ran a hand through his hair, though he felt hovering in her doorway was not a very good way to make friends.

'Not FRIENDS Vlady. You can not make friends here. They are all enemies. You just have to make them trust you.' He moved away from her, going farther down the hallway to a extremely inclined stairway. He glided up the carpeted steps, the large hall and carved rails making it comfortable, until he reached a small "foyer" like hallway that was a square seperateing two rooms, one at the end and one adjascent to the stairs. He went through the closest door to reveal a small room, one wall was entirely window that revealed the lush trees and brilliant sky. There was no electic light in this room, only the lights from the world outside. He smiled at this one, before exiting. The room in front of the stairs was large, ceiling 20 feet above with the same, one wall window. But there was another wall that was entirely books, shelf upon shelf of books. Even the above and around the doorway was more book shelves filled with dusty large books, with faded spines. In the dead center of the room was a large grand piano, a luxurious baby blue colour. The pain was chipping off of it and he guessed it was out of tune but he loved it even so. He felt an uncontainable grin. This was a library. He dropped his bag and unrolled a sleeping bad, which he placed against the plain wall and huge window corner, with a pillow leaning against it. From his bag he produced files about each member here, stolen from his race. He sat crosslegged on his makeshift bed and pulled out Genevieves, scanning briefly, and then Valentina's. "Tonight" He thought, as he abandoned the files. He decided to read them later. He barely had any belongings for such a small room, but Vladimir didn't give two shits. This room was his. He left the room, closing the door behind him and started down the stairs, back down to the main floor, though these stairs, he was pretty sure, skipped two floors entirely, they were so long and steep.

He followed the scent of the other wolves to them, and blinked his eyes at Max and Danielle.
"Um hi. I guess you two know eachother already, but I don't really know anyone here..." he thought back to Valentina's reconization of him, but he shrugged it off. "I'm Vladimir. I probably smell different to you because my pack lives up in Alaska, so we often run with real wolves, ones that don't shift, and intermingle..." He shyly looked at the floor. Vlad was intimidated by trying to fit in to be completely honest. He looked back up to the two other wolves.
"Anyways, if you need me, my room is like way over there.." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the stairs and then hurried away, back to Valentina and August and AJ. He knew that wolves weren't big fans of intermingling species, but for him, he wanted to get to know others, and he knew they would have to work together. He breathed in nervously, still worrying excessively about his cover being blown.

"So since you all seem familiar, I'll make myself familiar to you. I'm Vladimir." He smiled cheekily, and almost earnestly at them all. He was still nervous around them too. He wanted to be liked, to be accepted. But most of all, even if it was only temporarily until he destroyed them all, he wanted to fill the aching void inside his heart. He wanted to mend the loneliness.