LENNOX, genevieve elle

[genevieve]

GENEVIEVE ELLE LENNOX !?

FULL NAME Genevieve Elle Lennox
NICKNAMES Vi, White Swan
AGE 22
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY September 23, 1987
SPECIES Witch
ALLIANCE Light
SEXUALITY Bi-Sexual

PLAY-BY Natalie Portman
EYES Violet, round and large
HAIR Brown curly hair that goes to about under her bust.
BODY TYPE Slim, not very curvy.
HEIGHT 5'5"
WEIGHT 117
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Her bright smile and dazzling purple eyes.
STYLE Kind of causal. Loves to wear jeans and converses. She loves to wear eye shadow and red lips, but not together. Vi doesn't wear much jewerly, usually only a necklace.

LIKES At least 10.

• Romance
  
• Rain
  
• Lightning
  
• Chocolate
  
• Nature
  
• Her powers
  
• Guys
  
• Girls
  
• Singing
  
• Writing
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Her sister's choice
  
• Sometimes her sister
  
• Bright light
  
• Her scars that were given so kindly to her by her sister
  
• the dark side
  
• blood
  
• needles
  
• heartbreak
  
• ignorant people
  
• rude people
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Pretty
  
• Charming
  
• Musical
  
• Smart
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Low confindence
  
• Afraid of heights
  
• Love
  
• Talk of her sister
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Twirls hair
  
• Bits lip
  
• Taps foot
  

FEARS At least 3.

• That her sister is stronger than her
  
• That she will never find love
  
• That all humans will be destroyed or used as slaves
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To find love
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• She tried to kill her sister once
  

OVERALL

If you could only describe Vi in three words they would be: sweet, innocent, and kind. Vi is very innocent and niave. She trusts too easily and keeps her feelings to herself. If she's sad you may never know it until she blows up at you. Vi has a nasty temper that can come out at any time. When it does come out your best bet is to just stay away from her. It's scary, you can ask Gwen. Vi tends to be very emotional and cares too much. She falls for people too easily and just can't seem to find the right person for her. Vi is very independent and doesn't like people who try and take care of her. She likes to do stuff her way.

Vi always wants to be perfect and always try to act like she is. She hates when she messes up. Vi has low self esteem from growing up with Gwen. Vi could never be better than her and she hated it. She always felt ugly compared to Gwen even though they looked so much alike. Everyone always seemed to think Gwen was prettier too and she was always more popular. It bothered Vi so much that even today she can't look at herself the same. Overall though Vi is a nice girl with a monster temper that can be brought out when pushed too far.

MOTHER Marcia Anne Lennox - deceased
FATHER Daniel Andrew Lennox - deceased
SIBLINGS Gwen Mallory Lennox - twin - 22
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE N/A
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Upper-Middle Class
OVERALL
Vi and her twin, Gwen were always different. No, they weren't weird nor did they have a birth defect of some sort. They were witches, which is obvious from their deep purple eyes that are anything, but normal. From the moment they were born their lives were at danger, just like any of super natural. Their parents, Marcia and Daniel, knew this and made sure that their children where always safe. They had a strict curfew and where they could go on which night. Of course, when they got older and they became more powerful they loosened up more, but still they made sure their girls were safe. Vi never really minded for she never really went out a lot, nor was she a party animal. Yes, she socialized, but she wasn't out every night like Gwen was. Gwen was very popular and was social butterfly. This is why she hated have such strict rules. This made her have resentment toward the hunters. Gwen found it stupid that they would try and kill her one day if they got the chance. This also made her begin to sort of resent humans too, but she kept hanging out with them and super naturals.

Vi and Gwen's worlds fell apart when they were only 16 years old. Their parents had been killed by hunters. Gwen was furious and it was the last straw for her. She hated humans and she hated the hunters. She felt nothing toward them. Gwen started to become dark and crazy. On the other hand, Vi cherished the time she had with her parents and was just down right depressed. For awhile Vi thought her world was over and that there was nothing else worth living for. The hunters had taken her parents, the ones that would always love her no matter what she did. Her broke her heart, but one day she realized that the sun was still shining and the world was still living. She realized her parents wouldn't want her to feel this way and ruin her youth. Vi, in a way, became a better person. She became happier and more social. She cherished life and all it gave. Of course, Vi was still sad about her parents' deaths, but she wouldn't let it ruin her life.

Things went bad between the twins when Gwen killed a human out of rage. Vi found the act horrifying and revolting. She detested that her sister could ever do such a thing. Vi's temper go the best of her and she lashed out at Gwen. Vi yelling turned to spells being casted from either side. It left Vi with a scar on her neck and on her leg that are very noticeable. From that day on Vi and Gwen were enemies and they haven't spoke since. Vi hates her sister and some what fears her. She knows Gwen is powerful and that she doesn't care if she kills someone, while Vi would be over come with guilt if she killed someone. Vi once tried to kill someone, but failed. She had tried to kill her sister the last time they met, but Gwen was too strong and Vi just couldn't. She somewhat hoped that Gwen could change, but Vi was given a rude awakening when Gwen tried to kill her in return. They both failed at their attempts, but Vi knows that if Gwen has the chance again she won't fail.

NAME/ALIAS Holly
AGE 13
TIME ZONE ermmm erg i forget
HOW YOU FOUND US you advetised on my site and my friend convinced me to join with her
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet
RP SAMPLE

From another site:

About time. She muttered as the still nameless guy got off his chair setting down money on the bar table. Her eyes watched him as he nodded to Aberforth and then walked out the door without a word. He had obviously gotten the message that Alek was trying to give him. She wasn’t a very social person, she especially didn’t like talking to guys. She could just tell that they weren’t satisfied with only talking. They wanted more, they wanted something Alek wouldn’t give them. Of course this wasn’t all men, but after awhile she just put up this guard to protect herself. She was one of those people that never forgot the past, the past haunted her. It kept her up at night, taunting her with it horrifying images of her dead boyfriend and child. It mocked her with the happiness she used to have. The past was like a scar, it never let her. It was there forever. Alek looked at the money that was set on the table and grasped it with one hand. Hopping off her leather covered bar seat she walked to the cash register. Opening she dropped the money in it and closer it gently. It was the one place that the money was completely safe, well mostly safe. There was always the chance that some daring drunk person would break into it, but one of the employees would stop that before it could happen. Alek leaned her back to the rough wood of the bar table as Aberforth walked to her side doing the same thing. She glanced at him and asked, What’s up? She thought she might as well make conversation with him. Aberforth was the one guy she actually trusted in the bar. He would never try something on her and was actually kind of her friend. Yes, Alek had friends. Yes, she was sarcastic, snippy, arrogant, and many other things, but she could be sweet when she chose to. She chose not to be sweet for the fear of being hurt again or used by someone. Also in The Cult you had to be tough and fearless. You couldn’t show weakness because hostages always tried to use them against you just to save their own skins. She couldn’t blame them; if she was going to die she would do the same. Make your enemy seem weak while you gained power from their vulnerability.

Aberforth pondered for a moment and then started going on about his life. Alek was going have listening to the old bartender’s gabber. She nodded and said her ‘uh huh’, ‘okay’, ‘yeah’, and ‘mmhhmm’s at all the appropriate times. Soon she was completely zoned out, but feigned interest on her snow white face. She wasn’t trying to be rude to her boss it was just that she wasn’t interested by anything he was saying at all. It all came back to not caring about other people’s problems. She felt a twinge of guilt for that facet of her personality, but she was the way she was. The old saying was wrong – people couldn’t change, no matter how much they wanted to. People couldn’t ‘turn a new leaf’, people are who they are. They can mask their flaws, but one day they will rear their ugly head again. It was just better to accept this. Alek was brought back to reality at the sound of the pub’s door being kicked open. She looked over with disgust at the three men dressed in all black. Some people could just be so loud and disruptive. She was never a fan of those people. Alek changed her position so she was on her stomach and her elbows with propped up on the bar table with her chin resting on her open palms. Her piercing gray eyes stared at the men as she strained to hear their hushed conversation with a drunk man in the corner of the pub. Aberforth was still talking, but stopped and followed Alek’s gaze. No use worrying yourself about them, Alek. They’re just another bunch of creeps. He advised her. Alek sighed and looked at Aberforth’s piercing blue eyes. They matched Professor Dumbledore’s so perfectly, it was almost scary.

I know, but there is something going on. Alek said her eyes back on the group of men. Their conversation got louder and one of them grabbed the front of the drunk man’s shirt. Where is our money! he yelled at the drunk man. The drunk man was cowering at the sound of the one man’s voice, Alek almost felt bad for him. She furrowed her brows and stood up straight. She saw the man next to the man who was holding the drunk man pulling out his wand and she started walking toward the group of men even though Aberforth told her to get back and not interfere. She didn’t listen though, she walked straight up to them with her hands buried into her pockets. Excuse me, but there is no fighting in the pub. So you can either leave now or take this some where else. She said looking the one holding the man straight in the eyes. His eyes were cold and lifeless, almost black. His large, rough hand rubbed her arm lightly and he said with a bone chilling smile, We’re almost done here, miss. Now you can scurry along. We’ll be out soon. Alek raised an eyebrow at him and pushed his hand off her arm. Don’t touch me and no you leave now. She ordered coldly. The man looked at her surprised and let go of the drunk man. He cowered on the ground and looked up scared at Alek and the other man. The man chuckled at her and looked at her amused. He was patronizing her, which was never a good idea. He twirled a loch of her hair and said, Well aren’t you spunky. Alek’s eyes blazed with pure fury and took her wand out of her pocket. Silently she hexed him sending him flying backwards. Even though she wasn’t supposed to fight with anyone in the pub she knew Aberforth wouldn’t yell at her. It was self defense. Taking this opportunity the drunk man tried to run away, but was stopped by the other two men.

Getting up the man she hexed growled, You little bitch. Alek smirked and looked at him smugly. He pulled out his wand and tried to hex her, but she quickly dodged it. Nice try, but try and actually get some good aim next time. Alek taunted. Now the other two men forgot about the drunk man who looked completely petrified. Seeing another opportunity he grabbed Alek from the behind holding a knife up to her neck. She rolled her eyes and groaned. She was about to hex this creep to the next country, but then he whispered in her ear, Drop the wand or I’ll slit your throat. His breath reeked of alcohol. She hoped she didn’t smell like that. Reluctantly she threw her wand to the ground. The drunk man threatened to kill her if they didn’t let him get out safely. Alek bit her lip and started to become afraid. She knew very well that the group of men were angry with her and would probably let her die. She wasn’t ready to die and she certainly didn’t want to go down like this. Then the guy she had been talking to earlier walked in and told them to let her go. He repeated his words, but the drunk man didn’t listen. He yelled them and Aberforth threw a full wine bottle to him. The drunk man instantly caught it and the guy grabbed her to safety. Alek quickly grabbed her wand and watched from behind his back. The guy punched the drunk man which didn’t go well with Aberforth. The guy was forced to leave even though he had saved her life. Alek stared at the guy surprised as he walked out with another word. Aberforth also forced the drunk man and the group of men to leave. After the left the pub she could hear the screams of the drunk man. Alek felt no sympathy for him, she had tried to help him and he turned on her. I told you not to get involved. Aberforth muttered as he began to clean up the mess they had made. What ever. She muttered. Alek took off her apron and ran out the door. She began searching for the guy that had saved her. She wanted to give him a proper thank you. It’s the least he deserved. Alek found him walking and she called out, Hey! Catching up to him she looked into his baby blue eyes and asked, Thanks, but why?

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