Kensey Ellwood

[Annie Nelson]

S c r a t c h i n g t h e s u r f a c e . . .

Name: Genevieve Miora Ellwood
Alias: Vie Maura Aldaine Kensey Marie Ellwood
Sex: Female
Age: 20 years
Birth Date: July 7th
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Nationality:
Profession: Dancer, musician, painter
Job:
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single

L i k e a n o p e n b o o k . . .

‘Cursed’ with Alexandria’s Genesis since birth, Genevieve was seen as an abomination by her biological parents; Vincent and Cordelia Ellwood. Born in Lafayette, Louisiana, Genevieve was raised lovingly by both parents until she was six months; when her eyes began to change from a light blue to faint violet. Upon realizing their daughter’s condition, the Ellwood’s immediately came to despise her. They believed she was nothing short of a monster; something must be insanely wrong when a child’s eyes are not of a normal hue. Though the Ellwood’s raised their child up until she was age 8, they made sure she knew just how much of a menace she was. Often inflicting damage upon her, pale skin would turn ugly shades of blue and black. Occasionally blood would be drawn from small cuts, welling up and spilling over the broken skin. These wounds and beatings were often given to her at the hand of her father, and very rarely her mother. She was known as a ‘waste of space’ and ‘useless’.

Genevieve celebrated her 9th birthday in the Adoption Home. It was here that she began to ‘thrive’ among others like her; children abandoned by those they loved most. Despite making friends there, Vie was adopted a year later by Tobias and Lisette Aldaine. She now had four siblings; Martin, Warren, Stuart, and Emmeline. Genevieve was the youngest of them all, now age 10. The Aldaine family is one who believed that fine arts and education come first. Each child had their own talent, it seemed. Martin played the cello, Warren played saxophone, Stuart played the piano, and Emmeline could sing. This didn’t leave much for Genevieve to pick up, so Lisette enrolled her in a dance class with the best teacher. She was expected to become the best ballerina in her class, as well as the best straight A student in her school. Like her siblings, Genevieve was supposed to stay on the right path, let music and/or dance become her passion, and be well-educated in all school subjects. ‘Smart, pretty, and talented; it makes for a deadly mix.’ As her father would say. Despite her effort, Genevieve couldn’t handle the pressure. Once again, those caring for her turned hateful. There were constant insults, punishments, and groundings. Unable to cope with the emotional hurt, Vie resorted to a way to ease the pain; cutting. A new cut for a new insult; that was how she did it. She placed the scars along her hips, watching the blood stain her pale skin. Starting such a strange habit at such a young age…it wasn’t good for her health. Nobody knew of her little secret, and nobody ever found out. That was how she liked it. Nobody asked, and nobody saw. That was how it went. Year after year, scar after scar; the pain became worse, the cuts became deeper. She soon began to run out of room, so she would re-open old wounds.

It wasn’t long until she became numb. Numb to the pain, numb to the feel of the blade slicing through her skin, numb to the insults; just plain numb. She needed a new way to feel. Stealing alcohol from her parents’, she’d sneak the bottle into her room and drink away her worries. This became another part of her routine. Soon, she became well-known with various types of wines, their tastes, and their names; her parents had expensive tastes. This little habit soon became an addiction. The alcohol, she loved it. Again, nobody found out about her new little secret. Nobody asked. She would drink, and regret it in the morning. They never caught on until years later. The more Genevieve would drink, the more wine disappeared. It became more obvious, but they only knew exactly who it was when they searched the rooms. She lay in a heap of tears and broken glass, wine spilt everywhere. Minutes earlier she had dropped the bottle, too far gone for her own good; and then she broke down. Tears and pain, emotions built up after years poured out of her. It was then that Tobias and Lisette found out that their child wasn’t perfect. She was damaged, broken, and scarred. They took her to the hospital; they had a suspicion that she may have depression. Though, this wasn’t the case. Overtime she became an extreme alcoholic, so she was quickly put into rehab. In addition, she was told to see a therapist every week; no more sharp objects or wine for her.

Now, we could say that this all helped, and that the pain faded; but that would be a lie. It was still there, the scars to remind her, and the bottles to taunt her. She was pushed harder, forced to achieve or be punished for failing. Obviously, this didn’t help her whatsoever; but somehow she managed to pull through. When she was old enough, Genevieve fled from her home and left to start a life of her own. Now, this life wasn’t a very good one, mind you. She worked as a secretary for some arrogant businessman who often tried to have his way with her. Though she was able to fight him off each time, the stress was becoming too much. She picked up her drinking habit again; slipped into the routine. Wake up, go to work, get home, drink, go to dance practice, get home, drink, sleep, repeat. Vie tried to keep up her dancing and singing career, often applying for roles in musicals when the opportunity presented itself.

Life went on like this for two more years. She never did manage to make any friends, never did manage to get a boyfriend, never did manage to get out of that job. Life sucked. So, when she heard about the Catacombs, it seemed like a pretty interesting place. She has yet to make many friends, but she’s trying to come out of her shy, stuttering shell. Vie has been clean for about a year, but perhaps that may change. As of now, she’s just trying to fit in.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Genevieve grew tired of her old, boring self. So, she re-invented herself. Dyed her hair, got a tattoo, a piercing-- everything she could think of. She has even made a new name for herself; Kensey Ellwood. Seeing as nobody got to know her previous self well-enough, she figures she could try and pull off this new look. A reckless, outgoing, care-free soul who has nothing to lose and everything to gain.



Personality: Genevieve is a shy, timid woman. She doesn’t always like to be the center of attention; unless she is performing. Around new people, she is sure to be polite and proper. If one is rude to her, she becomes rather sassy, fierce, and gives the dirtiest of looks. Though, once you get to know her, and break through her shy exterior, Vie is one of the sweetest people you may know. A caring, kind person who would do anything to protect those she is close to. There isn’t much more to say, besides that she is a very complexed gal. The way you act depends on the way she is. -- She now is trying to forget her old ways; She is becoming more outgoing, happy, and reckless.


Theme: Unbreakable ~ Fireflight Good Girls ~ 5SOS {Some parts of} Rejects - 5SOS

I n t h e m i r r o r . . .

Appearance: {Faceclaim of Emily Rudd} Vie stands at 5’4”, weighing a slight 108lbs. She has a slim, lean, flexible figure; that of a dancer. When she smiles, dimples form on her cheeks. Her chocolate brown hair falls in curls and waves to her breasts. Due to Alexandria’s Genesis, her irises are slowly changing from light violet to royal purple. She has very fair, pale skin; another result of Alexandria’s Genesis. Her eyes are large, and her cheekbones are fairly high. She refuses to wear makeup, aside from mascara. Her voice is quiet and soft. Presumably ‘flawless’ skin; until you see the fading scars on her hips. -- Hair is now a dark, dark brown color. She has a lip piercing on the left side. A small, beautiful lotis flower tattooed on her right shoulder.


Apparel: Vie has a simple style. She prefers to dress in loose, flowy clothing. Often seen in skirts and sleeveless tops, she knows how to combine patterns and colors very well. When not seen in these, she likes to wear skinny jeans, tank-tops, and plaid flannel over-shirts or bland sweaters. Her shoes are either flats, sneakers, or her trademark brown lace-up combat boots with a ‘V’ carved into the leather. Occasionally seen carrying a navy blue backpack, somewhat worn with leather straps.

O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n . . .

Weapons: Currently has none; She is not one to use any sort of weapon against another. Though, she does have a few tricks up her sleeves. Genevieve doesn’t fight, but if caught in a tricky situation, she will maneuver herself around to hit every pressure point possible to disarm her attacker. This is one of her secrets; Nobody knows this but her.

Inventory: $3,000 stuffed into a worn wallet. A change of clothes. Dog food. Dried food rations and bottled water. Her dance shoes. A notebook and pencil. She is nomadic; thus meaning she carries all her supplies on the sled she rides, pulled around by her two dogs.

Pet: Brutus - Great Dane, Male
Cassius - Irish Wolfound, Male