ASHFORD, genevieve amelia eugenia

[genevieve amelia ashford]

i get all numb

--------------& it's genevieve amelia eugenia ashford to you.
----------------------------- ( There'll be a fire burning in the temple of our peace, soon love soon )

gender; female
age; 19
orientation; heterosexual

when she sings it's over

build; slender
height; 5'6
weight; 128 lbs
hair; blonde
eye; green
overall; Genevieve has always felt like she never really stood out in a crowd. Or perhaps like she'd never tried to. The fact of the matter is that she sort of... did. She's a very pretty young woman. Gold locks fall in loose curls down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, framing a heart-shaped face. She has large green eyes which are surrounded by dark lashes. Vivi used to have a decent body, but a shortage of food has thinned her out a bit. She's gaining the weight back, of course, but it's not happening right away. Style was never anything of grand importance to her, and isn't now. Her sole outfit consists of a pair of loose fitting jeans, a t-shirt, a worn pair of converse, and an old cardigan.

such a strange numb

personality; When someone feels like they have seen it all, they tend to do what is called "Going through the motions", a certain dullness to the way they go about doing everything. Robotic. Zombie-like. Such is the way of Genevieve Ashford. Under all of that, however, there really is a sweet girl. Before this whole ordeal, she was the eldest child of three, was a live-in nanny for a large family, and worked soup kitchens on weekends. Ridiculously nice. That hasn't changed, really, it's just stacked under layers of trauma and depression. She's sort of a bleeding heart, a hopeless romantic, and slowly reverting back to an optimist. Just don't pester her about it.

strengths; • quick on her feet • flexible • intelligent • protective

weaknesses; • not particularly strong • won't fight unless physically threatened • sort of just scared in general • epileptic

likes; • blue skies • playing piano • accents • roses

dislikes; • cruelty in any form • getting sick, at all • hitting two keys at once • feeling useless

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inventory;
a hammer
a bowie knife
candle (x 2)
family portrait
box of matches
mother's bible[/blockquote]

and it brings my knees to the earth

family;

father; deceased
mother;deceased
siblings;
sister - deceased
brother - deceased
brother - deceased
spouse;
children;
other;

birth place; Leeds
history; Genevieve wasn't an extraordinary child by any means. Born to a devoutly Catholic family, she was raised to be what the church believed was a good person. Of course, while she believed in God, she could hardly believe that he would advocate half of the hate and prejudice that she heard throughout most of her childhood. Needless to say, she grew up to be a faithful young woman, but a free thinker.

She was taught to play the piano from a young age, her mother rather old fashioned in thinking that it was an extremely desirable trait for her daughters to have. Vivi was the only one to stick with it, of course, and eventually became the Church's organ-slash-pianist for Sunday Mass. No big deal. None of this is really important anymore.

What is important is the details of what came to be the end of the world. It started with her youngest sibling: her brother. Being just of the age to go to school, he came home after a week and was ill. Severely ill. It seemed like the flu, but nothing that their mother was doing was helping. He was taken to the doctor's office, and then again to the hospital. Their mother took a leave from work to stay with her child who just wasn't getting any better. A week later she was home again, sick. Just like the youngest. It spread like wild fire to the rest of the family, killing her mother and youngest sister first.

That's when the quarantine hit. They tore Genevieve from her home and put her in a house out in the country with people who were only slightly older than her at time time; one of which she had gone to school with. The virus finally hit the country side, and Vivi ran off, figuring she was safer away from people. She spent the better part of those two years in a small house as far out of Leeds as she could walk without collapsing. It had been abandoned in haste, most of the supplies people would need just left for anyone to take. Those two years were perhaps a preview of Hell.

That isn't to say that she really believed much anymore. She had seen her family drop, and her "second family" of sorts do very much the same thing. She had tried to convince herself that it was God's great plan for things, that this was an early sort of Judgment Day... But there was always this tinge of doubt that she couldn't quite shake. What possessed her to eventually make her long pilgrimage back into the city? She didn't even know, but her first stop was her old Church.

and god bless you all

alias; Nixie!
age; 19
experience; Probably too much.
sample; Look around the site, or on Casey's application.

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for the song you sang, saved us

[casey leigh kerr]

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