Genevieve

Information

Player: Sasail

Character Full Name: Genevieve Le'Duetraux

Character In-Game Name: Genevieve

Nickname(s): Gene, Gen

Association(s): The Horde, The Forsaken, The Cult of Forgotten Shadow

Race: Forsaken Human

Class: Warrior

Age at the time of death: 30

Current age: 37

Sex: Female

Hair: Shoulder length, center parted, warped, black, and wiry.

Eyes: N/A

Weight: 156lbs

Height: 5'4

Appearance

Genevieve is usually seen in the same set of armor she wore during the time she was living. Of course now the armor is greatly rusted and not as affective as it once was. It has become increasingly loose as the body of Genevieve continues to be eaten away but she wears as a reminder of the life she once lived.

Personality

Before her demise Genevieve was kind hearted woman and a devout follower of the Light. Her focus at the time was on her new born child after her recent retiring from the armed forces.

After being freed from the curse of the Scourge Genevieve felt mass confusion and anger about the monstrosity she had become but that was quickly replaced with the sorrow that she felt from being detached from her child.

In present times, Genevieve has now come to a proper realization to what she is and follows Sylvanas until the day she should perish for a second time. She still suffers drawbacks from her past. Violent flashbacks from her past can set her off with confusion and frustration and the sight of any child causes her to act in a hostile fashion, showing there is still some emotional crippling in Genevieve even with the long duration of time.

History

Born around the outskirts of Lordaeron to a loving mother and father, Genevieve had what was considered a ‘normal' childhood. She lived and thrived with the love and care of her family and eventually developed into a young woman who chose her own path. That would be the path of battle which was unexpected from the girl who was always considered so dainty and sweet.

The life of Genevieve carried on being relatively uneventful. She carried on training and eventually became a guard and served her kingdom in the way that she was trained.

Genevieve's life started to contort dramatically upon the age of 29. At this time Genevieve was required to make an early retirement from the forces after the unwanted sexual advances from an unknown individual had left her as a soon-to-be mother of a bastard child. At this point in time, support from many of her friends and family ceased. The news of her unexpected pregnancy troubled many and as the child had no father to look after it Genevieve was viewed as a harlot. Her social standing amongst the community was lowered and many people went out of their way to make sure she knew of this.

Nevertheless, a mother's love triumph over the disgust of the locals and Genevieve gave birth to her only child, Byron the cost of the child had affected Genevieve and she had to become somewhat of a recluse from the rest of the people as she feared oppression.

The love for her child would only be short lived as Genevieve was quick to become ill with the plague and was found dead upon the stone floors of her house with a malnourished and deceased Byron lying by her side. The child's body positioned with his arms out to his sides as if he lay there beckoning for the support of his mother.

Genevieve's will had been lost. She had been risen to aid with the Lich King's doing but was merely a husk of her former self. There was nothing of her former self in her as she had merely become a mindless slave under the Lich King's command.

Many'a year passed before Genevieve would be able to think for herself again.

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Her eyes opened once again.

Rain could be heard beating down against the tiled roof of the building. Genevieve's eyes were frozen, staring up at the stone ceiling. A set of stone gargoyles stared down at her. Their eyes looked through her very body and the whole ambiance of the place around her made a worrying feeling travel through her body.

She attempted to inhale deeply before gaining the strength to push herself off the floor but no air traveled to her lungs. Her bones creaked and popped as she pushed herself from the stone floor, dust particles circulating in the air as Genevieve made her way to her feet. She was met with the sight of deceased men and women lying on the floor. They had been around her but she had been none-the-wiser. Sarcophagi decorated the room, some opened with the contents missing.

Genevieve stood shocked at the catacombs before her. Slowly backing herself away from the dead and making her way up a stone staircase. The room above was similar to the downstairs except she could tell she was above ground as she was met with a stained glass window. She peered towards to window and at this moment she saw what she became.

A face ravaged from war. Her nose torn off and rotting around it. A skinless jaw and no lips. Unable to show expression on her face as any skin of the lower part of her face had been eaten away. The remaining skin on her face and body was as pale as ivory. Her teeth shun like citrine quartz in the small hint of light emerging through the window.

She looked down at her bone fingertips and shook her head, waiting for this twisted dream to finish. “Is this my punishment? Years of devotion to the light and I find myself in this way? What foul act have I committed that warrants such a punishment? To become a monstrosity? Have I been falsely guided?” Her voice was dry, bleak, emotionless and empty.

Gone were the days of her youth. High spirits and dreams were behind her. She would not ascend after death. She would merely be risen again to roam the land as a being neither alive nor dead. She had come to the realization that she was no longer the woman she once was. She was a monster.

She gazed out the window once again; the shower still poured down and drops of rain beat against the glass. The light in the distance slowly moved closer towards her. She watched the light come towards her and was about to make out the silhouette of a man. He was hunched over and his movement was jagged as he made his way up the past. He was carrying a lantern to guide his way.

Thunder roared over the land as the man opened the large wooden doors of the crypt. He immediately saw Genevieve standing before her. He was not fazed by her presence. She knew that he had been in this situation before.

“Ah. I see another one has awoken. Welcome to your new existence.” The tone in his voice was as dry and lifeless as her own. He bowed his head in respect.

“My new existence? This is a pox on my very being.” Genevieve replied, her mind still in shock with the recent events of her awakening.

“Simple ignorance. Come with me. You have much to see and much to be explained to you.” He replied, holding the door open for her.

The two left the crypt together and followed the path towards to ruined kingdom that lay in the distance. It is there that she would be explained the true reason behind her being and it is there that she will be given a purpose.