| Likes: Food: cherries, pears, peaches, any fruit, Subject:: Literature, Animal: Horse.
Dislikes: Food: mustard, Subject: Government
Goals: Wants peace most of all, but mostly to finish a great novel.
Fears: Snakes, any animal that is slimy or squirmy or gross.
Hobbies: Writes like a mad woman, also she'll draw pictures of her characters
Physical Description: Genae had black hair its curly and really thick, she has green eyes. She's about 5'3" and not super strong and muscular but average. She wears cloths mostly turtle necks, jeans, and whatever she can find in her closet.
Fighting Outfit: She gets a cute little peasant top like what they sell at eye candy(there is a peasant top shirt there i want.) she then also gets a pair of jeans with a brown wash, it matches her green shirt really nicely, she also gets some brown boots.
Part 3: Don't know much about History...
Birthplace: Since this is 2003 she was alive back when the world was normal so I guess you would say she was born in London. (Yes she does have an English accent, I’m obsessed with accent, I think its cause I got stuck with a sucky Michigander accent.)
Family/NPCs: Her mother is her only family
History: She lived in London with her mother. Her mom was an inspiring fashion designer and just as her line got big the whole strawberry field thing came. Luckily they made it in that secluded place (I forgot the name of it sorry P.B. ^^). She escaped getting put into a death camp while they were on the way to the village by pretending she had died. They actually threw her in the river as to get rid of her body but she swam ashore and joined back with her mom.
Current Situation: She knows that the white children are the only things that can rid them of this hate and she’s going to use her abilities to help others like her and get rid of this new power. She is also in the process of writing a novel (Actually I’m really writing it and every once in awhile I’ll post part of it up) also its nameless right now (I never name my stories till I finish them.)
Part 4: I think I'm paranoid, with a hint of catatonic schizophrenia.
Strengths: She is an awesome writing and usually sticks to fantasy writing. She also knows a great deal about bows.
Weaknesses: She sucks a lot at cooking, being prepared, and she cries a lot, like about every little thing, she’s a really big softy.
Quirks: Well I guess a quirk is that she’ll quote good movies a lot especially ‘A Knights Tale’ that is like one of her all time favorite movie.
Personality: Genae is a sweet but smart softy. She loves writing, the nature, and everything about the fantasy world. Every night she wishes that she’d be taken away from the world and be put into a fantasy world, preferably J.R. Tolkien’s. She was in the process of reading the Lord of the Rings but she was transported to Strawberry Fields. She’s very smart and seems to know a lot she can sense what’s coming sometimes before it comes.
Thoughts: Hey, do they think at all?
The White Children: “Peace Bringers and my friends of this new world”
The Black Children: “I will over defeat you!”
Galanodel: “The root of all evil”
Holimion: “Seriously get your own thoughts”
The Rest of Galanodel's Brainwashed Cronies: “Ditto”
Part 5: The Battle of Battle
Element: This one is kind a of different, its Words and Literature.
She doesn’t really have a weapon just a pad of paper and a golden pen. She’ll write something down and it will basically happen, but of course nothing big like, ‘And then a sludge hammer fell from the sky and killed the black child’ no that’s not fun, its more like ‘with a swift beat a sword appeared in Genae’s hand’ and she’ll get a sword in her hand.
Phrase: She takes out her pad and pen and writes ‘The outfit of hope was wrapped upon her.’
Transformation: Basically as it says her cloths are ribbons and in a very Sailor moon style they wrap around her and make her outfit.
Weapon: Pen and Pad of paper.
Part 6: Dictate a memo to myself...
I dropped down to the ground I could hear the men of the death camp near yelling about marks other than black. My mom cried and I fell to the ground, “Mom pretend I am dead.” I said as I fell in the weeds. The men approached me, they turned me over and sure enough they saw my mark. They kicked me, I didn’t flinch I just sat there hoping they would realize.
“Just throw her body in the river.” A guard said. They picked me up and threw me into the icy river. I over fought the bitter coldness and climbed back on the shore once I was well out of view. I had missed the death camp, for that time.
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