GENEVIEVE BARKER // pavlove

[Genevieve Barker]

GENEVIEVE MARIE BARKER


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I'M THE INVISIBLE MAN WHO CAN'T
STOP STARING AT THE MIRROR.
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FULL NAME: Genevieve Marie Barker.
NICKNAMES: Vivi.
SEX : Female.
AGE & DOB : Sixteen & January 28.
YEAR: Junior.
SCHOOL: McKinley High.
GLEE CLUBBER: Yes.
OTHER ACTIVITIES: Theatre.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.

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I WANT TO MAKE YOU AS LONELY AS ME
SO YOU CAN GET ADDICTED TO THIS.
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HAIR: long, wavy brown hair. usually worn down and natural.
EYES: silvery-blue. almond shaped. long eyelashes.
BODY STRUCTURE: tall and slender. tiny waist, wide hips.
ATTIRE: usually very simple. t-shirt and skinny jeans.
PLAY-BY: Anna Christine Speckhart.

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SOMETHING MAKE MY CHEST STIR
SOMETHING MAKE MY HEAD BLUR.
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ALIAS: Jessica. Or Jess.
AGE: Sixteen, going on seventeen.
EXPERIENCE: 6+ years.
CONTACT INFO: PM. And my MSN, which Ali has.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: wc; 469

Norah sat up and sipped her tea. The bartender leaned down in front of her, grinning, "Rough day, love?" She shook her head. "Just tired, that's all." He raised his eyebrows, "Pretty girl like you oughta have a date. It's a Saturday night. Why're ya at the bar by yaself?" She sighed. Why did she get asked that so often? Guys were never asking her out. And if they were, they were usually exceptionally thick. She wasn't desperate enough to date an idiot just yet. She still held some reasonable standards. She finally shrugged in response to him. He continued to grin and said, "My mission tonight is to find you a date." She shook her head, chuckling lightly, "I'm not interested in anyone. Thank you though." And by thank you, I mean lay off.

The bell rang a few times as some customers entered and exited the Cauldron. She didn't pay them any mind. She sat in deep thought. Why didn't guys like her? She wasn't ugly. Sure, she wasn't the prettiest witch of her age, but she surely wasn't homely either. She wasn't too skinny or too big. She didn't have an annoying voice or laugh or anything of the sort. Her choice in clothing was flattering on her. So why didn't anyone take interest? Perhaps she was too average. She pondered on it for a long while. Then, her mind snapped back into the present when she heard someone ask for a firewhiskey. She knew that voice. She shot a glance in the direction of where it was coming from. Sure enough, there was Nick Pyre. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away and took another sip of her tea. She swallowed hard, narrowing her eyebrows. Why did her heart just pull a stunt like that? She cursed herself silently. She could care less about the prat.

"Aye, miss! I have you a fine offer," the bartender called to her. She looked up, at him cocking her head to the side slightly, unsure of what he meant. He pointed to Nicholas, "This man 'ere. I said I'd find you a date. Why don't you scoot over and speak to him?" Norah bit her lip. Just her luck. This man she didn't even know was trying to hook her up with one of the last people she would ever want to speak to. But now Nick was looking at her. So now it would be rude to turn down the offer. Her mind raced, unsure of what to do. Oh, what could it hurt? The ginger let out a sigh and forced a smile at Nick. "Evening, Mr. Pyre. How're you?" She remained in her seat. She wasn't scooting over just to speak to him. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

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[Ali Cortez]

...
Since my internet's being a pain. And I can't do what I originally planned.

Accepted.
Please proceed to make a character profile.

Derp.