Genevieve

Genevieve

PERSONALITY

Likes: being a vampire, near-eternal life (although it has its cons), bakeries, cooking, travelling, all muggle inventions over the years - remarkable!
Dislikes: when bloodlust kicks in, her former husband, the fact that her direct loved ones have passed, not properly knowing her son or being a mother to him, the sun, the smell of werewolves, being lonely
Traits: protective, resilient, determined, observant, supportive. Little bit insane (well, a lot, really), disloyal, flakey, impulsive, reckless, vindictive, bad memory
Abilities: Vampire - Who needs a real job when you can take what you want? Eve compels mortals to give her what they have. She takes homes and possessions as well as lives. She's supernaturally quick, agile, can jump high and from great heights. All the vampyness that comes with being a site vampire, really! She rarely uses her magic as a witch, her life has just been wrapped up in her vampire life.

HISTORY

Mother: Mary
Father: Forgotten
Siblings: None
Current Partner: None
Former Partners: Her Thomas, killed by her lord Husband before they were wed.
Her Lord husband, who she killed after she had already died
Children: Thomas Something - deceased
Others: Various descendants. Eve has followed her family line for generations. she has several families descended directly from her, something that makes her exceedingly proud. The Thornes are just one of many. Looking for someone to turn, to change into a vampire to spend eternity with.

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TW; Violence, abuse, death


A sweet daughter was born to a poor couple. The pair were bakers and that was all there was to it. Their daughter would grow up to be a baker, and when they died she would take over the family shop, that was always the plan, but as we all know, plans never go the way they're supposed to.

At the age of two, Genevieve lost her mother. Mary died during childbirth, delivering he stillborn son. Genevieve remembers nothing of her mother from that age, and only little scraps of her father. Her childhood was many, many lifetimes ago and there's no recalling their faces or how they sounded, she only has the memory of what it felt like to be with her father, and the smells of certain baked foods often brings back those memories.

Genevieve was a muggleborn witch, her father was approached by a strange woman claiming to be able to help Gen with a special education. Her father agreed even though it would mean less help in his shop, he liked the idea that his daughter would be safe at a prestigious school, learning all sorts of wonders, although the demonstration the woman had offered was outrageous he had known his daughter had the potential to be just as wonderful. She could go on to do bigger, better things and he wanted that for her. He could sell his bakery eventually, if he knew that Gen had a remarkable life of her own to live. Gen remembers her father's sacrifice but she doesn’t have any emotions to go along with the knowledge of what happened at the time, she just knows she had fet sad leaving her father but that Hogwarts had been one of the greatest adventures of her very long existence - and that was saying something.

Genevieve travelled to Hogwarts by carriage and it took five days. She had her trunk all packed with the strangest school supplies and she wore clothes she was certain her father could not afford but she tried not to give it any thought. She took part in the strangest ritual and a hat spoke to her, placing her in a house called Slytherin. Genevieve was not welcomed. She was a muggleborn in the house of the pure. Her life in Slytherin was dreadful, but learning magic was a wonder, something special.

The summer holidays were a welcome reprieve from the torture of her Hogwarts house and it was a chance to spend time doing what she loved - helping her father in his bakery. Over the years she would spend her summers with the local children her age, as a teen she grew close to a boy named Thomas. He was handsome and taken by her beauty. He grew up to be a guard at a castle, protecting royalty. After her graduation Gen would visit Thomas, bringing him and the other guards baked goods after she was done delivering to the castle, it was on one of those visits she was spotted by an arrogant lord.

The arrogant Lord made his desires known to Genevieve and she let it known that she was fond of another, trying to turn his advances down in the most gracious way she could. The Lord was not accepting of her wishes and tried to force himself upon her. Genevieve used her magic, knocking him out. Stunned but aware of her situation, Gen ran away, back to her home and to her father’s warm embrace as he promised to protect her, but she had overlooked something life changing. The following day her Thomas was killed. She may have had her father’s protection and the protection of her magic, but she had left her darling Thomas vulnerable. The Lord had Gen brought to him, shackled but unharmed. The Lord told all that she had thrown herself at him and that he had refused, only for her to turn violent, but he was a forgiving Lord and that he would wed her to save her honour, to save her father’s honour. Gen hadn’t cared about herself but she had already lost her Thomas. She couldn’t lose her father - that she could not have on her conscience. The wedding was rushed through and Genevieve had no choice, the Lord was threatening her father, having guards stationed outside his bakery, turning people away, destroying all he had. If she refused this Lord then her father would die. Genevieve married the wealthy Lord and moved to his stately home. Her father was left alone once she became a Lady. She would write to him and would send her owl with her notes, not trusting anyone to deliver her messages for she knew the influence the Lord, her now husband, held.

For years Gen’s husband would visit her chambers. He wanted a child with her, a son, someone to pass his legacy down to. Gen resisted at first, did all that she could to try and keep the monster away from her, but she soon came to learn there was no fighting him. For years she would cleanse herself to ensure she would never fall pregnant. She hoped her husband would do away with her, be rid of her for not giving him an heir, but it never happened. He never killed her and she never gave him an heir. Until one day she missed her monthly blood.

It wasn't long before the news that Genevieve was pregnant sprang forth. She'd tried to hide it but her maid knew all too well and held no loyalties to Gen, only the vile Lord. She had managed to prevent this for so long and her mind was reeling with ways to get rid of the thing inside of her but she couldn’t do it. It was then that Mary came into her life. Gen was watched around the clock. The days were arduous and if she didn't eat, the Lord would hear about it and food would be forced into her stomach, thankfully Mary was there to hold her hair back in the evenings as she wretched up her guts. Mary seemed to have a soft spot for Gen and Gen appreciated the friendly ear that Mary offered.

At three months pregnant, Gen could no longer stand her life. She had decided she would rather die than be subjected to this and so she used her wand which she kept hidden away, and knocked out her maid. She took off out of her room, stunning anyone that came into sight and wiping their memories. She made her way to the herb garden where she found what she had needed. With her expansive knowledge of potions, herbs, and magic she had a plan. It was there that Mary stood over her. It was as though the second darkness had fallen, Mary was in her shadow, urging her not to do what she was planning, even though Gen had never mentioned what she intended the herbs for. Mary talked Gen into returning to her room and put Gen to bed, revealing herself gifted in the magical arts by giving Gen a potion to help her sleep. Gen could not ask the questions that swam into her mind as she drifted to sleep.

The rest of Gen's pregnancy was like a dream. Mary would give Gen potions in the evenings to help her sleep and potions for the morning to help her get through the day, to keep it as euphoric as possible. Gen became a docile wife, accompanying her husband when he needed her for appearances sake, otherwise she stayed at home in their manor, existing in her rooms, occasionally beckoned to the dining room to eat with her husband. She never gave a second thought to her wand, never tried anything else again while she was pregnant. Her pregnancy flew by with Gen blissfully unaware of her surroundings. On a balmy summer’s eve Gen went into labour and in the early hours of the morning she gave birth. Her darling son was born, her sweet Thomas, named for her murdered love.

Even though she had given birth, Gen was still watched around the clock by maids, ladies, and guards. Mary gave her less potions and it felt as though Gen was waking up from a deliriously happy dream. Her mood was still elevated but she knew that she wasn't happy, she did have her son, although she was only allowed to see him when it was deemed appropriate by his nannies. Gen was a prisoner. Her son was beautiful and healthy and she was a husk of a human. She came upon her wand by chance when Thomas was seven months old and she kept it hidden away for when she would need it. She was going to escape someday, of that she was determined, she was going to take her son and she was going to leave.

Thomas was almost a year and a half old by the time Gen felt it appropriate to try an escape. Much like last time she knocked out her maid with magic and anyone else that came her way. Gen made a beeline for her son’s nursery where she was jumped from behind. There was a scuffle between herself and a guard that had heard her coming and it resulted in her death. A sword accidentally pierced through Gen's abdomen, as her son screamed in his bassinet from the commotion. He was the last thing she saw before the darkness took over.

Genevieve was dead. Her husband had her buried and the guard that killed her was hanged. It was a while before Genevieve opened her eyes to absolute darkness and confusion. Her nails scraped at her coffin before she started punching. Her fists broke through the wood and dirt came falling down all around her face. She struggled but she got up and pushed her way through the damp earth, the taste choking her until she finally emerged from her grave. With the sun just below the horizon casting orange and pink hues Gen pulled herself out of the chiling, damp earth. She looked around the snowy scene and saw Mary who wearily smiled and said "Took you long enough." Mary explained that she wasn't just a witch but that she was a vampire, she explained to Gen that she had died trying to escape the manor with her son. Mary had been due to start work when she heard the commotion from the nursery and saw what had happened. She had a choice to make, she had to act on impulse. Mary had taken Gen, fed her blood and prayed that Gen would pull through. Gen had not had the easiest of lifes but Mary hoped that in her death she could finally live.

Gen could hear no more of Mary's tales, the overwhelming nature of what she was being told wasn’t her only problem of the evening. Gen could hear heartbeats not too far away. She looked to see the manor where she had ”lived”. She'd been buried on the grounds of her prison. It didn't take Gen long to reach her former home and there she tore through every staff member she could find. Guards, maids, cooks, servants, they were all piles of flesh, blood, and bone by the time she was through with them. Then it was time for her husband, her Lord. He cowered from her, swung a sword in her direction and promised her father would hang for this. She ripped his throat out and showed it to him, dropping it to the floor as his body thudded. Her alert eyes looked about, her ears listened out. There was one heartbeat remaining, the sweetest little heartbeat she could ever possibly imagine. Gen made her way to the next room where her son was sleeping. He was an angel, and now that her husband was dead, he was the new Lord. Her face, neck, chest and arms bloodied from her actions, Gen approached her resting son and stroked the top of his head. Her precious angel was safe.

It was hard work but Gen moved swiftly to sort the mess she’d made. She sent an owl to her father to come at once and she cleaned the home of her son with the aid of magic. Her son's manor deserved to be spotless. For days she stayed inside the home, playing with Thomas, revelling in his giggles. She was going to miss this, she wasn't going to be able to watch him grow like she had wanted because it was a battle within her to resist her bloodlust. She loved her darling Thomas and never wanted any harm to come to him. With her father looking out for him she knew he would become a fine gentleman, and with the money inherited through his father she knew he would want for nothing.Gen made a promise to herself and to Thomas that she would check in on him now and again, when it was safe to do so. She had her father become her son’s ward for there was no one else in the world that she trusted more than her own father. She gave him the deeds to the lands to look after and to manage for her son and a day later, come nightfall, Gen was gone.

For months Gen travelled at night with no place in mind. She just went wherever the carriages she'd jump on to would take her, feeding on human blood along the way. She was a monster and she knew it but she couldn’t help but revel in the sense of freedom she now had, the power she possessed in of itself was intoxicating to her. Her owl that she'd left with her father always found her with updates of how Thomas was doing while she travelled Europe. Gen always wondered if Thomas would show signs of magic but her father never mentioned anything in his letters but Gen held hope that he would be a magical child. With a magical parent he would be considered a half-blood which would make his time at Hogwarts easier than her own, but by the time he was 12 and had no letter, Gen knew that her son was mortal, and that was okay.

Gen visited her son and father over the years. He always knew who she was and her father raised him well. Thomas was a kindly gentleman with bountiful lands. His people were happier than they had ever been and Gen could not have been more proud. Her son and his mortal life was beautiful, although bittersweet. At the age of 24 he married, at 26 he had a son. At 29 he had another son and a daughter. At 34 he had another daughter and Gen’s father passed away at a remarkable age. Thomas had his own owl by then that would often find her and he informed her of her father's passing. Gen travelled from Eastern Europe to visit her father's grave and to see her son and his wonderful family. It was then that Thomas commented about her youthful appearance. He looked older than her and yet she was nearly twenty years his senior, how was that possible? She told him lie after lie about all the different places she'd visited and how they had all kinds of tonics for youthful skin, but her occasional visits, that were always a secret to everyone but the family, the staff knew her as an aunt by a different name, and what was more there was a grave on the grounds with her name on it and a date of death that was nearly as old as he was.

Gen never spoke to Thomas about her life or what she did; what she'd been through or what she’d seen. Her presence was all that she could give to him and even then it wasn't safe for her to visit too often. She missed her son and seeing him become an old man was both heartwarming and heartbreaking. Her grandchildren all grew up too and eventually her Thomas was laid to rest. She contemplated giving him eternity, but it was not something she wanted to curse her son with, he had a happy life and she couldn't bring herself to curse him to the shadows, to watching his own children grow old while he could not. He died surrounded by his family, his children, wife and own grandchildren. Gen was there too, caring for him every night in his sickness, and even an old friend, Mary, showed up.

After the funeral, an event that was held in the evening for Gen's aversion to the sun, she and Mary talked and Mary confessed that she was not just Gen's sire, but she was actually Gen's mother. She had almost died in childbirth and a friend from her former life as a witch turned her in a moment of panic. She was announced dead to her father and when she was raised she disappeared. She came back, keeping an eye on Gen and helped her through her pregnancy because she knew that if Gen had taken those herbs that night in the garden, and if she had killed her child, and possibly herself, then her father would also have been killed, and that was not something Mary could live with.

Perhaps it was suddenly having a mother, or perhaps it was the manipulation, but Gen disappeared for a long while. She started making vampires carelessly or draining victims and leaving them in the streets, she started staying up as close to the dawn as was possible. She would track werewolves on a full moon and kill them with no consideration to what would happen if they got even a single bite on her, she would do anything for the challenge. Part of her wanted to just die. She was reckless, until she met Thomas. Not either of her Thomases, another, but he looked so remarkably like he murdered lover that he gave Gen a moment to pause. She danced his way, they had a remarkable evening together and then she turned him. It was one of her biggest regrets. She wanted to spend eternity with him, but by the time she sobered up after her blood-drunk fulled night, she knew he wasn't like her Thomas and she fled, leaving him to fend for himself.

Gen stopped most of her self-destructive behaviour and started following Thomas. She kept her distance and once he was adjusted to his new life, she left, leaving him to his new freedoms, he didn't need her. She still swings by every now and then, checking in on him, but she never shows her face, she sticks to the shadows. With over 700 years of existence, Gen has learnt to hide in plain sight. While she has learnt a lot of things she has forgotten more. Her family name, her married name, the way her son sounded, the way he looked, her early life, it is all forgotten. She still follows her descendants, she knows their various family names these days, but there's no telling how they will evolve now, but she will always keep tabs on them. They're all magical families which makes her happy, but it took them a while to find their magic again. She suspects the blood of her husband, her captor, was potent and crushed any magical ability, but the world and all its magics are theirs to enjoy now, and the night is her world but no longer does she go by Gen, now she is known as Eve Romanov, and her eyes have turned toward a new man with a smile to weaken you at the knees, eyes to melt away your inhibitions, and charm to disarm even the most built up of hearts. Looking for a companion, Eve no longer wants to travel alone. She wishes for consistent companionship and she believes she has found the one she can turn.

OOC

Play By: Nina Dobrev
Your Alias: Cas!
Pronouns: She/Her
Triggers: None