warnings for violence and abuse
Name: Genevieve Pierce
Nickname: RATTLESNAKE, or if you want to insist on one with their name, Gen with a hard G
Age:20 21
Birthday: March 27
Gender: Demigirl dfab, “them” pronouns
Category: Student
Class: College
Grade: 1st
College Major: Politics
Appearance Description:
- 6’1”ft
- Strong build with hard muscles
- Terrifying bright red eyes
- Looks like a no good punk; various face piercings
- Brown skin and strong, angular features
- Dark lipstick, dark eyeshadow
- A tattoo of a rattlesnake crawling up their back
- Hair is shaved on the side
- Wardrobe has lots of blacks and reds
- Mangled leather jacket practically a staple
Personality Description:
Gen is hate manifested. They’re offensive, rude and downright obnoxious to be around. They have a crude personality that loves playing the devil’s advocate, teasing people and making them squirm. In fact, they’ve turned clever jabs into an art form. They love poking reactions out of people because, for them, it’s when people are at their most interesting. There’s no such thing as too far with them. To them, people that bitch about ‘too far’ are spoiled little sissies who don’t even know what it means.
They are tough as nails, both physically and mentally. It’s hard to beat them in a fight and even harder to get under their skin. Gen has been through hell and came out of it broken but alive. Gen has developed several survival tactics to get through almost anything. If you shove all of your negative feelings down and crush them under your boot, you could survive anything, be anything. Gen firmly believes that there is nothing in this world that could hurt them anymore, or at least there is nothing in this world that is important enough to live for, so she fights with no fear and lives to tell the rad story to their friends.
They respect no authority other than their own, which would be worrying if it weren’t for the fact that Gen is actually… a good leader. Gen takes care of their own, if only to make them work efficiently. They’re the sort that has a charismatic voice that would make you believe anything, similar to historical dictators that blinded their people to the abuses they do. Gen is not above intimidating or emotionally abusing their people, but only with purpose. They are never particularly sadistic. Despite seemingly being a no-good punk, Gen is actually pretty smart and calculative. It’s just not something they want to be seen as because they dislike being put in a pedestal above people like her. If they have to brag about something, it’s being strong.
Gen’s biggest fear is losing control. Binding or jailing frustrates them. Effectively getting under their skin will have them thrashing in anger. Gen’s personality revolves around dominating and controlling. If they’re the one with the power, they would never get hurt again.
Powers:
MAKE WAR NOT LOVE
Gen was born and thrives in chaos. As such, they have powers that influence chaos, as well as means of survival against it.
Despicable Aura
Gen has an aura that makes them absolutely despicable. Whatever minute annoyances you get from them – their dirty clothes, their punk look, their rotten attitude – will get amplified tenfold. People that are somehow not annoyed by them will get the creeping suspicion that Gen is a terrible person and not one to be trifled with. The longer people are exposed to their aura, the more the effects will be refined, adding a touch of paranoia and fear for their own lives. You don’t build resistance to Gen. You hate them more.
Arms Race
Gen has an ability where they can summon and perfectly use any sort of weapon that has been used in a fight in the history of mankind, which means any sort of stabbing implement, explosive, lasers, bombs and guns that never run out of bullets.
This ability has several limits. First, they are limited by the strength of their opponents. It has to be something that could be said as an equivalent to their opponent’s strength or weapon. To paint a clearer picture: In a weak melee fight, they can summon something small like brass knuckles, a small knife or a shiv. In a strong melee fight, they can bring out metallic gauntlets, two pistols or a katana. In an armed fight with one person, they can use whatever the other person is using, a rifle or a spear. In a small group, they can bring out a shotgun, two katanas or a maul. In a large group, they can use some of their strongest weapons, like a minigun or lasers. You get the idea. The weapon should suit the fight.
Second, they are limited by the opponent’s willingness to fight. The minute it stops being a fight and the opponent capitulates, they won’t be able to shoot them at all. They won’t be able to shoot innocents either. But it is possible for them to summon any weapon in the low – mid range use them against items or animal prey. They may also use this power to save themselves in dangerous situations.
Third, they can’t summon up large explosives. They can use weapons to break down walls but wiping out a group of people or buildings is a huge no. As such, they may only use moderately strong explosives.
The Last Push
Gen is not immortal, but when surrounded by chaos, they stronger, faster and more agile. Their wounds heal faster and they can build a resistance to even the sharpest blades and most deadly poisons. It seems like they never run out of energy either. This ability is only as strong as their opponent and is decided by their opponent’s willingness to fight. Abusing this power will make Gen crash right after their opponent capitulates.
Biography:
Genevieve was born a mistake. Their parents made it very clear to them at a young age that they were the reason their lives were ruined. They only took care of them with the bare minimum amount of decency. Their family lived at a rather seedy neighborhood because of lack of funds to move to somewhere better. They had a bed at the couch, food at least twice a day, and they went to the local public school where they were bullied at every turn. They were so rarely given an approving touch or toys. If their parents talked to them, they were either met with aloofness or insults. At worse, their parents responded to their existence with extreme physical violence. Genevieve couldn’t say they were happy about this arrangement, but it was better than what followed.
When Genevieve was nine, a local crime syndicate entered the town. The effects of this arrival did not go unnoticed. The already dangerous and seedy neighborhood became worse. Reports of gang-related violence, circulation of drug mules, robbery, police corruption and kidnapping buzzed in the following months. Many families wanted to avoid falling victim to these criminals, so as soon as the sun went down, everyone was at their homes with their doors locked and weapons ready.
One day, Genevieve missed the school bus going back to the neighborhood. They had no choice but to walk the several miles back into the neighborhood. Almost halfway exiting the city, they realized they were being followed. Genevieve tried their best to lose their pursuer, but they followed them straight into the neighborhood. When they reached their house, they banged the front door and realized it was locked.
From that position, they could see the pursuer getting closer and closer. Genevieve cried and screamed for their parents to help them. They heard them, they knew they heard them, and yet their parents only watched from the kitchen window as the strange man covered their mouth with a rag coated with chloroform and took their body away.
After all, losing one child was better than risking their lives to the syndicate.
Genevieve woke up in a dark, cold den surrounded by at least fifty children, some asleep, some crying, others trembling and resigned to their fate. The pretty and healthy ones were taken away to a place Genevieve could only assume was worse than here. The others, like them, were put to work. Their captors brought them to a city miles and miles away from their current one and sent to work in a dark warehouse. There were various odd jobs. Sometimes there were shoes, sometimes fireworks. The good kids were trusted enough with the drugs.
It was a miserable existence. The routine was this: Genevieve and the other kids were packed together like rats at a spacious room with windows with steel bars. The walls and floor were made with concrete, with dirty cardboard lining the floor so they wouldn’t die from the cold. All of them wore the clothes they were wearing when they were kidnapped. There was one bathroom and only one bucket of water to be shared by the children there everyday. Just entering the room was enough to make anyone sick. As far as food went, they were fed one big meal of gruel at morning. Kids often died from the sickness and the cold. So few of them survive.
The captors were not kind. They weren’t above physical or sexual abuse with them. Many of the abuses were carried out just for the sake of entertainment through humiliation, and as long as the kids’ numbers didn’t deplete too quickly, they could get away with a corpse every now and then.
Genevieve managed to live through years of this with the bare minimum of abuses. They were crafty and knew how to please the captors enough that they would go unnoticed. They were eventually promoted to snitch and drug handler. They moved to a room with an actual bed and more water than the others. Sometimes they even got their captors’ leftovers if they were good. Genevieve was content with this. It was better than nothing.
All of that changed when some of the captors rotated to different locations. They got a couple of new guys in the crew. They weren’t that different from the old ones, but they didn’t know some of the things that went around there – things like which ones of the kids were protected. One captor, drugged out of their mind, forced Genevieve to take some of the drugs too. Genevieve’s body shut down. While they were as mobile as a vegetable, they took them to their bed and attempted to have his way with them.
Under this extreme fear was the first time Genevieve’s powers awakened. They felt strength and power in their veins, and with a quick draw, blew the man’s brains off with a shotgun. The commotion alerted the other members of the syndicate. They were met with a violent sight, with their colleague’s head off and a teenager covered in blood.
Instead of punishing them, they were put to work.
It was the first time Genevieve got to see the sun again. With new clothes and a new position, Genevieve was now treated not as a slave, but as a colleague. They were brought to gang shootouts, assassinations and disposals. It turned out that Genevieve had a knack for violence. They were unstoppable at the heat of battle. For some reason, their bullets never seem to run out.
It was a solid footing. From that point on, climbing the ranks was easy. Genevieve learned how to intimidate. Genevieve learned how to lead. They became the one responsible for the drug rotations in one city. The city which was, coincidentally, the one Genevieve came from. As soon as their boots landed on familiar soil, they went back to their old home and shot both of their parents in the heart.
Genevieve’s work was going well, but they were so rarely the type that was content with drudge work. They eventually began making shady deals and pocketing some of the money. A rival gang offered them a better position in their place if they fed them information. Instead of taking the bite, Genevieve forced the two into an all-out war because they bore no love for either. This triggered a shootout at an abandoned building. The shootouts killed a bulk of their forces and compromised the strength of bone gangs. When they both found out about what they did, the two gangs teamed up to destroy them.
Genevieve was forced into hiding. Their letter for Starlight Academy arrived then. They used that opportunity to board the ship and leave, never to be found by their enemies.
Name: Genevieve Pierce
Nickname: RATTLESNAKE, or if you want to insist on one with their name, Gen with a hard G
Age:
Birthday: March 27
Gender: Demigirl dfab, “them” pronouns
Category: Student
Class: College
Grade: 1st
College Major: Politics
Appearance Description:
- 6’1”ft
- Strong build with hard muscles
- Terrifying bright red eyes
- Looks like a no good punk; various face piercings
- Brown skin and strong, angular features
- Dark lipstick, dark eyeshadow
- A tattoo of a rattlesnake crawling up their back
- Hair is shaved on the side
- Wardrobe has lots of blacks and reds
- Mangled leather jacket practically a staple
Personality Description:
Gen is hate manifested. They’re offensive, rude and downright obnoxious to be around. They have a crude personality that loves playing the devil’s advocate, teasing people and making them squirm. In fact, they’ve turned clever jabs into an art form. They love poking reactions out of people because, for them, it’s when people are at their most interesting. There’s no such thing as too far with them. To them, people that bitch about ‘too far’ are spoiled little sissies who don’t even know what it means.
They are tough as nails, both physically and mentally. It’s hard to beat them in a fight and even harder to get under their skin. Gen has been through hell and came out of it broken but alive. Gen has developed several survival tactics to get through almost anything. If you shove all of your negative feelings down and crush them under your boot, you could survive anything, be anything. Gen firmly believes that there is nothing in this world that could hurt them anymore, or at least there is nothing in this world that is important enough to live for, so she fights with no fear and lives to tell the rad story to their friends.
They respect no authority other than their own, which would be worrying if it weren’t for the fact that Gen is actually… a good leader. Gen takes care of their own, if only to make them work efficiently. They’re the sort that has a charismatic voice that would make you believe anything, similar to historical dictators that blinded their people to the abuses they do. Gen is not above intimidating or emotionally abusing their people, but only with purpose. They are never particularly sadistic. Despite seemingly being a no-good punk, Gen is actually pretty smart and calculative. It’s just not something they want to be seen as because they dislike being put in a pedestal above people like her. If they have to brag about something, it’s being strong.
Gen’s biggest fear is losing control. Binding or jailing frustrates them. Effectively getting under their skin will have them thrashing in anger. Gen’s personality revolves around dominating and controlling. If they’re the one with the power, they would never get hurt again.
Powers:
MAKE WAR NOT LOVE
Gen was born and thrives in chaos. As such, they have powers that influence chaos, as well as means of survival against it.
Despicable Aura
Gen has an aura that makes them absolutely despicable. Whatever minute annoyances you get from them – their dirty clothes, their punk look, their rotten attitude – will get amplified tenfold. People that are somehow not annoyed by them will get the creeping suspicion that Gen is a terrible person and not one to be trifled with. The longer people are exposed to their aura, the more the effects will be refined, adding a touch of paranoia and fear for their own lives. You don’t build resistance to Gen. You hate them more.
Arms Race
Gen has an ability where they can summon and perfectly use any sort of weapon that has been used in a fight in the history of mankind, which means any sort of stabbing implement, explosive, lasers, bombs and guns that never run out of bullets.
This ability has several limits. First, they are limited by the strength of their opponents. It has to be something that could be said as an equivalent to their opponent’s strength or weapon. To paint a clearer picture: In a weak melee fight, they can summon something small like brass knuckles, a small knife or a shiv. In a strong melee fight, they can bring out metallic gauntlets, two pistols or a katana. In an armed fight with one person, they can use whatever the other person is using, a rifle or a spear. In a small group, they can bring out a shotgun, two katanas or a maul. In a large group, they can use some of their strongest weapons, like a minigun or lasers. You get the idea. The weapon should suit the fight.
Second, they are limited by the opponent’s willingness to fight. The minute it stops being a fight and the opponent capitulates, they won’t be able to shoot them at all. They won’t be able to shoot innocents either. But it is possible for them to summon any weapon in the low – mid range use them against items or animal prey. They may also use this power to save themselves in dangerous situations.
Third, they can’t summon up large explosives. They can use weapons to break down walls but wiping out a group of people or buildings is a huge no. As such, they may only use moderately strong explosives.
The Last Push
Gen is not immortal, but when surrounded by chaos, they stronger, faster and more agile. Their wounds heal faster and they can build a resistance to even the sharpest blades and most deadly poisons. It seems like they never run out of energy either. This ability is only as strong as their opponent and is decided by their opponent’s willingness to fight. Abusing this power will make Gen crash right after their opponent capitulates.
Biography:
Genevieve was born a mistake. Their parents made it very clear to them at a young age that they were the reason their lives were ruined. They only took care of them with the bare minimum amount of decency. Their family lived at a rather seedy neighborhood because of lack of funds to move to somewhere better. They had a bed at the couch, food at least twice a day, and they went to the local public school where they were bullied at every turn. They were so rarely given an approving touch or toys. If their parents talked to them, they were either met with aloofness or insults. At worse, their parents responded to their existence with extreme physical violence. Genevieve couldn’t say they were happy about this arrangement, but it was better than what followed.
When Genevieve was nine, a local crime syndicate entered the town. The effects of this arrival did not go unnoticed. The already dangerous and seedy neighborhood became worse. Reports of gang-related violence, circulation of drug mules, robbery, police corruption and kidnapping buzzed in the following months. Many families wanted to avoid falling victim to these criminals, so as soon as the sun went down, everyone was at their homes with their doors locked and weapons ready.
One day, Genevieve missed the school bus going back to the neighborhood. They had no choice but to walk the several miles back into the neighborhood. Almost halfway exiting the city, they realized they were being followed. Genevieve tried their best to lose their pursuer, but they followed them straight into the neighborhood. When they reached their house, they banged the front door and realized it was locked.
From that position, they could see the pursuer getting closer and closer. Genevieve cried and screamed for their parents to help them. They heard them, they knew they heard them, and yet their parents only watched from the kitchen window as the strange man covered their mouth with a rag coated with chloroform and took their body away.
After all, losing one child was better than risking their lives to the syndicate.
Genevieve woke up in a dark, cold den surrounded by at least fifty children, some asleep, some crying, others trembling and resigned to their fate. The pretty and healthy ones were taken away to a place Genevieve could only assume was worse than here. The others, like them, were put to work. Their captors brought them to a city miles and miles away from their current one and sent to work in a dark warehouse. There were various odd jobs. Sometimes there were shoes, sometimes fireworks. The good kids were trusted enough with the drugs.
It was a miserable existence. The routine was this: Genevieve and the other kids were packed together like rats at a spacious room with windows with steel bars. The walls and floor were made with concrete, with dirty cardboard lining the floor so they wouldn’t die from the cold. All of them wore the clothes they were wearing when they were kidnapped. There was one bathroom and only one bucket of water to be shared by the children there everyday. Just entering the room was enough to make anyone sick. As far as food went, they were fed one big meal of gruel at morning. Kids often died from the sickness and the cold. So few of them survive.
The captors were not kind. They weren’t above physical or sexual abuse with them. Many of the abuses were carried out just for the sake of entertainment through humiliation, and as long as the kids’ numbers didn’t deplete too quickly, they could get away with a corpse every now and then.
Genevieve managed to live through years of this with the bare minimum of abuses. They were crafty and knew how to please the captors enough that they would go unnoticed. They were eventually promoted to snitch and drug handler. They moved to a room with an actual bed and more water than the others. Sometimes they even got their captors’ leftovers if they were good. Genevieve was content with this. It was better than nothing.
All of that changed when some of the captors rotated to different locations. They got a couple of new guys in the crew. They weren’t that different from the old ones, but they didn’t know some of the things that went around there – things like which ones of the kids were protected. One captor, drugged out of their mind, forced Genevieve to take some of the drugs too. Genevieve’s body shut down. While they were as mobile as a vegetable, they took them to their bed and attempted to have his way with them.
Under this extreme fear was the first time Genevieve’s powers awakened. They felt strength and power in their veins, and with a quick draw, blew the man’s brains off with a shotgun. The commotion alerted the other members of the syndicate. They were met with a violent sight, with their colleague’s head off and a teenager covered in blood.
Instead of punishing them, they were put to work.
It was the first time Genevieve got to see the sun again. With new clothes and a new position, Genevieve was now treated not as a slave, but as a colleague. They were brought to gang shootouts, assassinations and disposals. It turned out that Genevieve had a knack for violence. They were unstoppable at the heat of battle. For some reason, their bullets never seem to run out.
It was a solid footing. From that point on, climbing the ranks was easy. Genevieve learned how to intimidate. Genevieve learned how to lead. They became the one responsible for the drug rotations in one city. The city which was, coincidentally, the one Genevieve came from. As soon as their boots landed on familiar soil, they went back to their old home and shot both of their parents in the heart.
Genevieve’s work was going well, but they were so rarely the type that was content with drudge work. They eventually began making shady deals and pocketing some of the money. A rival gang offered them a better position in their place if they fed them information. Instead of taking the bite, Genevieve forced the two into an all-out war because they bore no love for either. This triggered a shootout at an abandoned building. The shootouts killed a bulk of their forces and compromised the strength of bone gangs. When they both found out about what they did, the two gangs teamed up to destroy them.
Genevieve was forced into hiding. Their letter for Starlight Academy arrived then. They used that opportunity to board the ship and leave, never to be found by their enemies.
