Genevra Bretagne

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This character was created for a mush that I believe has since folded. Unfortunetly, there were wiz problems including the shifter wiz vanishing. I know it is hard as hell to get a bastet to play, yet since reading Player's Guide, I knew that was the supernatural that appealed to me most.

She would have been interesting to play, especially as I had a friend there who was a mage. We had intended on the characters meeting and hitting it off. However, the wizzes did not like the idea of a mage and bastet together. I suspect there was more to it than that, but that doesn't matter now. The only down side is it made me loose hope of getting to play a bastet online anytime soon.

Another thing to keep in mind, this was written before the Bastet book came out. Thanks heavens they fleshed out the cat breeds and gave them alot more depth, but at the time, bastets were made out to be hedonistic creatures of leisure, driven by passion. Line

Appearance:

Tall (5'11"), lean and slightly muscular of frame. Her hair falls to her mid-back in a fiery red color. Her eyes are a hazel that changes from a burnished copper to a bright green in different light. Her body moves effortlessly and is quite attractiv e to the eye.

Background:

Her father came from France; her mother could never be firmly affixed to one place. The two met in the early '60s at a cafe within Paris. After a whirlwind romance, Jean and Helena got married and settled in France.

Jean worked for a major perfumery and traveled extensively to other countries. When he was offered a promotion to become head of operations at the U.S. office, he did not hesitate to take it. A year after the move, Helena became pregnant, giving birt h to a baby girl.

The only problem with the birth was as the child was breech, thus they had to maneuver the infant considerably. During this process, the physician damaged the inner lining of Helena's uterus, preventing her from having additional children.

The couple doted on the child and gave her the best of everything. Her mother resumed work as a lawyer when Genevra was a toddler, spending the time before her return studying the laws and passing the bar. Gennie was placed in a prominent pre-school of the highest caliber during the day, and in the late afternoon, 'til her parents arrival home, a nanny stayed with her.

Genevra was educated at the finest schools and travelled extensively with her parents during the winter and summer breaks. Typically, they would take 4 weeks during the summer and travel abroad. More often than not, it was to Europe, but sometimes th ey wandered to other parts of the world.

She learned French first, speaking that more in her home than English until she was almost ten. She always had an aptitude for languages and was a quick study in many other areas as well.

School years:

As her father worked in Manhattan, the family moved to a well-to-do part of Connecticut. Gennie was enrolled in a prominent private school before she could even walk. She hated the school on sight, feeling its massive, archaic buildings suffocating a nd constraining. Often, she would sneak out during the day to hide in the woods in back of the school, feeling secure there.

More than a few times, her parents were called and she would get reamed out by her father, her mother remaining silent. She became adept at tuning him out while nodding solemnly. She would take less flights to the woods and learned the art of staring out the window with a tired expression.

Starting when she was seven, she discovered an interest in exploring the world and people around her. A neighbor of hers, Jeremy, and she would sneak off to play doctor or try something else. Her parents tried to dissuade her from playing with him du e to his 'lower class and breeding' yet she would not be budged and their pushes made her revolt all the more against them.

Her intense curiosity lead her to experimenting with him more and more thoroughly. The more she could try, the more she wanted to see what would happen. Not completely understanding it, they started to experiment with sex. Also, she found that thing s like scratching and biting made him get the most interesting expression to his face, so she would try more.

They would role play as well. Often in cowboys and Indians, she would be the Indian and would always catch him and tie him to a tree. Or she would play that he had been a bad boy and she would spank him to punish him. As the years went on their role s became more complex, her imagination growing.

When she turned 12, Jeremy's dad got transferred to a different branch of his company so they moved. Genevra was very saddened by it, but she could do nothing. The two wrote to each other for about 4 months before they both dropped the contact.

At this time, she was doing okay in school. Her grades were B's with a few scattered A's. Her father would try to entice her to get better grades by offering her presents and such, but she would shrug it off most of the time. She could easily get be tter grades, but she lacked the interest to do so. To her, classes were dull and the teachers duller so she put in little effort.

Without Jeremy around after school, she would read, watch tv or listen to music. Her musical tastes started to lean more and more to obscure bands. She would beg her parents to take her into New York City on weekends so that she could buy the latest recordings, the more unheard of, the better.

At 15, she began to dress in nothing but black. She even dyed her bright red tresses to black, much to the horror and dismay of her parents. Her mother kept trying to get her to have a talk with her, but the more she persisted, the more Genevra would ignore and dismiss her.

She got locks for her room and set them into place. Her father screamed at her about it, yet she would laugh and prance out of the house. She was a brat, and so her parents' threats had little effect over her.

She began training into the city on her own and going to the clubs. Her money bought her some of the best clothes so she got in quickly with alot of the club kids. Her experimentation spread sexually and she began to use drugs and alcohol.

One night, she was with some of her friends at the apartment of whoever's parents were out of town that weekend. They had all decided to try ecstasy, at that point the new designer drug. She started messing about this pretty boy who was two years her junior. As she began having sex with him, she felt this change coming over her body. It was odd and she thought it must be the drug. Yet as she continued, her body began to shift form, and she felt fur growing out of all her pores. She screamed and ra n into the bathroom. The kids in the room just oooed and ahhhed, believing it to be some effect of the substance.

In the tiny bathroom, she felt terribly claustrophobic. One of her closest friends in the circle knocked on the door to see if she was okay. Gennie screamed for her to go away, beginning to sob as she had become so scared. Her mind raced, but started to push back the thoughts, simply telling herself it was a hallucination. She got into a hot shower and as she felt the water run over her, she began to relax, the heat letting her ease up the tension in her body.

When she emerged, she laughed off the whole thing with her friends, but there was a feeling within her that she simply couldn't brush off. Her mind raced as she felt like something had become unleashed inside. That night, dreams plagued her, so vivid that they frightened her. She saw herself as a panther, leaping through the city streets, pouncing and frolicking with abandon then running out into the woods beyond the city, into the trees, feeling the cool earth under her paws.

She awoke with a shiver at about 8:00 a.m., only two hours after she had finally drifted off into sleep. Quickly, she gathered up her things and left for home. Sleep kept trying to claim her on the train ride, but she battled it, drinking coffee and nibbling at a bagel with lox, more interested in the fish than anything else at the moment.

When she stumbled in, her body exhausted, her eyes so bloodshot, there stood her mother. She grabbed her by the ear and pulled her into Genevra's room, locking the door behind them. Helena told her the time was now for that discussion and stared hard at her daughter. Genevra began to whine and pout, but Helena simply crossed her arms against her chest and stared at her daughter. Quickly, Gennie became silent.

Helena began to explain about their race, telling her a story that only days earlier would have seemed impossible and far fetched. Yet suddenly, so many fragments of dreams came back to the girl. Things she had pushed back out of her mind, trying to rationalize or forget them, came flooding forward. Overwhelmed, she began sobbing as her mother wrapped her arms around her, her tongue lapping softly at Gennie's cheek.

That talk changed everything between them, bringing them closer as they were the only two who knew and understood their secrets. They started to share most everything and Gennie would ask her questions constantly. They went for long walks in the woode d areas behind the house and her mother would tell her tales of their kind, relaying stories of old. As their bond grew so did a strange ability. Her mother would know what she was thinking without her expressing a thing. This often got annoying, as Ge nevra tried to hide her more interesting exploits.

On their walks, her mother would explain how Gennie must hide her true nature. She could not let others know what she was. Ever. Her father did not know about the way she could shift her form, nor should he. People would fear them and hunt them if they knew what they were. Even other shapeshifters were not kind to them. The werewolves, who had almost wiped out their kind, were more prevalent and continued to hate the bastet.

Her mother explained their lineage. For the last seven generations, they were each the only daughter born of an only daughter. All were bastets. Some non-bastet children were born of these women, but these children died at birth or within a short ti me afterwards. This line was unbroken and it was her choice if she wished it to continue, but she must think hard how few of their kind still existed. They are a proud race and she should be proud of her heritage, despite what others might think.

Into College:

Upon graduation, she got accepted to NYU, which thrilled her. She moved to the City, but would often need to get away from things. She would make little trips home to visit. When she was admitted, she didn't know which program she wanted but upon ta king an intro business course, she found a tremendous aptitude for finance and a tremendous thrill in it.

Her artsy clique of friends found that odd and taunted her mercilessly. Yet, she persisted and found the courses simple yet interesting. She loved playing with money and numbers. She quickly impressed her professors with her natural aptitude, but als o many frowned upon her drive. An attractive female who flaunted a delightful figure in somewhat provocative clothes was not looked upon with favor.

Her father was thrilled with her choice and would give her all the money she desired. Sometimes she would claim it was for some investment and she would blow a couple of thousand dollars on an extravagant party. Other times, she really would put it in to stocks, always playing the market on hunches based on her own knowledge. Most of the time, she would turn a tidy little profit. Sometimes she reinvested it, other times, she would blow it frivolously.

Her Father's Death:

In March of Gennie's senior year, her father suffered an acute heart attack and died suddenly. Though she wasn't very close to him, Genevra did love her father and the suddenness of his death was a blow to her. It was an even deeper loss to her mothe r, who loved him deeply. Genevra took a leave from school and return home.

For about six months, her mother was distant. Just as Gennie was preparing to return to finish her last semester, her mother told her she was going to move to Reno. The two women argued at length about it, but, Helena could not be dissuaded.

Hitting NYC Club Scene:

Feeling alone and rootless, unable to return to the sold house of her childhood, Genevra did worse in her classes. She began going out more evenings than not, drinking and using drugs a great deal. One evening, a friend suggested a new place after th ey made the rounds of the usual goth and industrial clubs, called the Vault. She shrugged and agreed, not caring too much one way or another what was next.

The club was little more than a hole in the wall. The low ceilings irritated her as she had to duck under some of the doorways, yet underneath the smell of cigarettes, the stong musk of sex pulled her interest. Looking about the room, she had to chuc kle at some of the women in their outfits, yet also she felt a twinge within her as she watched one woman use her nails to rack against a man's body, recalling her experiences with Jeremy so long ago.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching with intense curiosity. Knowing in her group how simple it was get someone to do as she wished by making it a challenge, she turned to a male friend of hers (also occassional lover) and bet him he wouldn't go over an d ask the woman in the corner to do nasty things to him.

Mark laughed, tossing his head as he strode over. A smirk raised from her lips as she watched him fall right into it. He challenged the pro before him to try and break him with a grin on his face. Gennie chuckled and shook her head as he was bound t o the wall and quickly worked over. A fire caught in Gennie's eyes and she stood transfixed, watching Mark make such faces that she had never seen before. A spike of jealously ran through her and she grimaced. And, a heat started to rise in her, which she tried to push back.

The dominant watched Genevra's face closely, relishing the strained expression on it for a while before grinning and telling her it was now her turn. Gennie leapt up and started nipping hard at Mark's bound body, her nails tearing across his chest. H er breath felt so ragged, rising up, the fury within her growing. For the first time ever, she used the animalistic fury, letting it flow out in her growls.

She pulled back a few moments later to catch her breath, trying to subdue the feeling within her. The body before her writhed and moaned in a way she had never seen before. She needed it now...wanted him right there...yet she thrust back the feeling with a harsh sound, lashing out at the flesh to subdue her desire. As Mark cried out in pain, she felt a shudder pierce her, a wave of pleasure crashing over her.

As she drew in her breath she stepped back, trying to ease away from the powerful beast that had taken up her insides. The dominant released Mark from his bonds and he came to Gennie, pressing into her warmth. She began to soothe him, her hand runnin g over him as she felt his body quiver beneath her touch.

During the remaining two months of college, she began exploring all she could with Mark and a few random people she met at the club. She found an experienced pro-dom female with whom she had some sessions to feel what it was like at the receiving end. She could withstand a good deal, but she found her inner beast would flare up more and more at the pain, once even breaking a set of leather cuffs as she nearly frenzed. Knowing it was too dangerous, she stopped trying to explore the bottom end of it.

The Move to Reno:

Upon graduation, Genevra stocked up on all the S/M books she could find and headed west to join her mother in Reno. She was reluctant to leave NYC, yet she knew there were things she could only share with her mother alone. Helena had already set up a small apartment for Gennie in a nice section of the town. Through some prominent contacts, she found Genevra a decent position at one of the smaller, local casinos, doing bookkeeping and finance work. It was far and away better than the secretarial pos itions she would have been offered in New York after graduation.

Arriving at the new job, she was confronted with silence and whispers whenever she would turn her back. Everyone believed that she must be fucking the boss for her to get her job, especially since one of the employees already on staff wanted her posit ion. The more she tried to be charming and nice, the more it would feed their beliefs.

With the strains of work pressing down, she looked forward to time with her mother more and more. Other than those times, she would explore the nightlife of Reno, hoping to find something that caught her interest. About three months after her move, s he was reading a local personals section and came across an ad for a private club for her particular tastes. She contacted the number and went to a small room in the upper level of a warehouse. The furnishings were far from appealing, but she was thrill ed to find dominants and submissives in the room. The membership fee for 'Lovers of Leather and the Lash' or L Cubed as it was called, was a thousand a year with the claim of complete privacy. Money well spent to her mind.

Her Mother's Trip to Mexico:

About six months after her arrival, her mother told her she was leaving for Mexico for two weeks with a friend of hers. These sorts of vacations were old hat to Gennie and thus she simply filed it in her mind to find something to do for those two week s. The day after her mother should have arrived home, Genevra went to her mother's place (for which she had a key). Things seemed to be in order, but there was no sign of Helena's return. Daily, Gennie would check the apartment and still nothing. Afte r a week, she was frantic. A search of the apartment located no address book or any other means of contacting her mother's friends, so she went into her mother's office. Many on the staff questioned her on the location of Helena's to which she apologize d that it slipped her mind. She was supposed to have called and let them know, Helena has to stay an extra week due to her friend being too ill to travel. She didn't know what else to do but she would protect her mother, just in case comething had come up. Gennie knew how unlikely is was that her mother would not have contacted her, but she did not wish to think anything could be so wrong.

After going through her mother's rolodex, she came up with nothing. She was no closer to having any idea what had happened. Knowing it was a dreadful idea after less than a year at her current job, she told them she was ill, and booked the next fligh t to Mexico.

She went to the hotel were her mother was staying and spoke to the staff in the smattering of Spanish she knew. They told her that her mother had a horrible accident and was dead. About a week prior, the senorita fell while she and her friend were c limbing. Gennie asked who this friend was, demanding them to tell her, but they said they didn't know except that he would come and pick her up each night and they spent evenings together. All they could seem to recall is that he was a tall man, but eve n his hair color varied in their descriptions.

Genevra needed answers, but the more she plagued them with questions, the less they would say. Her body quaked as she began to loose her temper, feeling the fury welling up quickly. Before she knew what had happened, she was in her cat-form, running into the woods. Running for hours. She tried to pick up her mother's scent to no avail. Exhaustion overwhelmed her and she found some thick woods to hide within.

She slept for the better part of the day, tears falling from her eyes without her even knowing they were there. Yet her heartbeat would not slow in her chest, pounding so hard, thudding relentlessly in her ears. The rage within her did not slow down or even out. Before she had always been able to control it. A sound pricked her ears and she leapt out at it, the animal within her overriding all thought. She pounced on the large man, knocking him stunned off his feet and tore hard at his throat, her claws slashing at his skin. The blooded poured from his gashes, tasting warm and salty, almost pleasant in her mouth.

Reason suddenly snapped back to her and she leapt off, fleeing quickly, deep into the woods. But she knew, even if she had not killed the man, they would be hunting her soon. Shivering with fear, she tried to push the images from her mind, yet the bl ood smeared across her would not let her forget. Her chest pounded as she ran to the far edge of the wooded area, opposite where she had come to know such fear. She shifted back to her human form when she found a water pump, cleaning her naked form with the water.

Sneaking behind a nearby house, she was able to grab some clothing from a wash line. After catching her breath, she realized one thing had stayed on her body through all of this: a large gold locket that her mother had given to her when she was 10. Upon seeing it, tears welled up once more and she sat on a rock, sobbing uncontrollably.

After a long time, she shook her head and pushed back the tears. They could solve nothing. She began walking down the road in the direction of the most civilized place she could find. Coming across a store she asked how to get back to the hotel. Th e man eyed her quizzically and told her she was at least twenty miles from there. She explained that she had been in a taxi to see some sights and thought they were going in circles so she got out of the taxi. She asked if there was a taxi service anywh ere nearby and the man shook his head.

She began walking back, not knowing what else to do, when a man pulled up beside her, obviously leering at her, but yet, it was a vehicle and her limbs were so heavy. She offered him money when they got back to the hotel to which he agreed. Fending of f a number of advances, she finally made it to the hotel.

The desk clerk let her back into her room with a nervous eye as she explained her purse had been stolen. All the lies mounting on top of each other only gained her more suspicious looks, but she tipped the man well for letting her in and was left alon e.

She collapsed onto the bed and fell into a heavy troubled sleep. Visions filled her dreams of the man, the look of fear so terrible yet somehow enticing to the beast inside her. These images also took the form of her mother grabbing onto her hand bef ore falling. Awaking with a start, she knew not what she could do, feeling all to helpless.

She went to the local police station, giving the right people money, gathering what little details she could. Nothing she learned helped. Going to the spot where her mother's body was found showed her nothing except the remains of some blood against a stone. She was her mother's mangled form for a moment before they covered it up again, too distraught to examine it to any great inspection, something she would berate herself about forever after.

Her mother had always expressed a desire to be cremated and it was by far the cleanest solution to the mess. There was so much paperwork involved over the body that the Government suspected, even with the gobs of cash she offered, that they would not be able to get the body into the States for a few weeks. After a short ceremony, she was presented with the ashes and let for home.

Returning to Reno:

Arriving home, she at last realized that she hadn't called work and she was very tan. Great. She called and explained about her mother's death and her trip to Mexico. Begrudgingly, her boss told her to bring in the death certificate and she could ke ep her job.

Returning to work, she was quiet and withdrawn. She spoke little to the people around her. In the rumor mill, she had gotten dumped by the boss, but he had let her keep her job as she might blab otherwise. Ignoring it all, she began to drink heavily and indulge in all the carnal pleasures she could. Every evening she would pick a new bar and a new pretty boy to take home with her, letting herself wallow in her own pity and loneliness. If anyone got too close or too curious about her, she would pro mptly cut them out of her life.

Her mother's lawyer came to see Genevra at work one day after numerous phone calls had gone unanswered. He closed the door on her office, explaining she would be quite happy with the estate. Genevra screamed at him about how could she be happy without her mother, the only person she could talk to, her only friend, not even realizing she had her hands on him and was shaking him hard.

With a shake of her head, she snapped out of it and shivered hard, releasing him as she fell into a pile on the floor. Quivering hard against the hurt within her was all she could manage as she looked up at him, feeling too lost, so alone. The man si mply blinked at her and spoke softly, saying he was leaving a copy of the will on the desk and keys to the safety deposit box, making a hurried escape.

She grabbed her coat and left the office a moment after, driving til she was far out of town in the middle of nowhere. She ran into the great nothingness. Trying to regain herself, she shifted to the cat and ran faster, letting out a deep roar despit e the danger, perhaps even inviting it...

Running until she fell into exhaustion, Genevra laid out in a clearing, inviting whatever might come, but while she slept nothing approached. Man was many miles away and the animals of the area feared her scent, so strong in the air, and stayed clear.

Finding Solice in the Pain of Others:

For months, she would simply go to work, go out after, pick up someone, tourists preferably. She got a message from the exclusive S/M club, L Cubed, to let her know her membership was up for renewal. A spark caught within her. She attended the next event, scanning for a suitable submissive. She found Thomas, high pain tolerance and nice form. Fine.

She began testing out everything she could on him. Each day she would go home after work to find him waiting. After a week, she gave him her key so he could clean up her place. When she felt he was getting too close, she would often bring someone el se home and play with them while Thomas watched, secretly wishing he would simply leave her. The more she tried, the more he seemed to cling to her. Finally, after eight months, she told him he was no longer needed and dismissed him. He was heartbroken and followed her when she would appear at L Cubed, yet she refused to acknowledge his attentions, taking on a new slave.

Each time, she kept a hold of them for shorter periods of time, the fifth being around only a month before she dismissed him. Yet, more and more, her heart craved something more than all of this. How much she longed for more than a casual fuck or a p lay toy, but yet, that was all she would stumble upon.

Despite the random men, she began to make friends at the club, not close ones, but acquaintances with which she enjoyed spending time. One of the people she met owned several businesses within the city and when she mentioned that she managed the affai rs at the her present job, he offered her a job on the spot. He needed someone to oversee the business end of the office for one of his hotels. She leapt at the opportunity, needing to get out of the repressive office she was in as things had only gone from bad to worse there.

Mysteries to Be Solved:

While cleaning out her desk, she found the envelope the lawyer had dropped there nearly a year beforehand. Inside was a copy of the will, leaving everything to her, no surprise there. But the set of keys that fell out were odd. A note explained they were to a safety deposit box at a local bank.

All cleared out, she went to the bank. Inside the box were several deeds to properties in France, a few bank notes, some odd coinage and a small, leather bound booklet with addresses and numbers. Genevra examined the objects closely and wondered wher e the coins came from and what the names and numbers were. She took the booklet and planned on getting the coins appraised later.

Once she returned home, she opened up the book and dialed the first number listed. Disconnected. The second she called was in Egypt. She asked if the person knew Helena, to which they replied no. She tried it with two more numbers, one in Oklahoma, another in England, but no, they didn't know her. Not sure what the numbers could be, she locked it back up the next day after copying some from it.

She was too curious about the book and after a week, she gave several private investigators a name and number, sometimes two, and told them that she wanted a through background on the person-or persons-in that residence. After pulling ten backgrounds together, there was still no connection, no common thread. Not a thing to arouse suspicion. Her only guess was that perhaps these were others of her kind, but she knew she could not go and ask there. There was no way they would simply tell her.

She began to focus her attentions between work and the book to the exclusion of everything else. She wanted to find a new 'family'. Also, she was trying to erase the pain she felt by simply delving into something bigger. Work became a refuge for thi nking about her personal life.

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Her stats are rough. I know I had the complete stats somewhere, but I can't find them and as I am not using her, I am not completing them.

~ Stats ~
Strength: 2 Charisma: 2 Wits: 3
Dexterity: 3 Manipulation: 3 Intelligence: 3
Stamina: 1 Appearance: 3 Perception: 4

~ Others Traits ~
Linguistics: 2
Leadership: 3
Seduction: 3
Empathy: 3
Stealth: 2
~ Backgrounds ~
Resources : 3
Contacts: 3
~ Merits and Flaws ~
Fast Learner +5
Nightmares -2

~ Gifts ~

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