Age of the Machine ((Semi-Lit Steampunk RP! OPEN!))

[WalkerNom]

{I am joining this RP! I am into steampunk stuffs but today happens to be super bowl sunday in the U.S. and for us americans, it is the second most (exagerated) important day of the year compared to the 4th of July(Our Independance Day)
P.S. If your an american and you don't agree with me, you are intitled to your arguement, I just won't respond to it. XD At least that is what today is like for me, so I won't have a lot of time today so look forward to it later!!!}

[WalkerNom]

Physical Description:
Genevieve has long curly red hair and firey brown eyes that in the right light, can look black. She is Italian so her skin is always a tanish caramel color, she hates to be pale. She keeps her hair down most of the time, but she puts it up if it can cause a hazard to her. Her body is long and slendor and looks delicate, but she is tough. Even though the Victorian and Italian styles are so close she still favors the Italian because of her heritage, and she shows it a lot.

Name: Genevieve Bolet
Age:22 Years
Gender: Female

History:
Genevieve grew up in a normal house with her parents in Palermo, Italy. She had no siblings and she was always the favorite of anyone who would come around for family gatherings. Her life was fine and dandy until her 5th birthday when her mom disappeared, the police(Idk what the Italian police are called) investigated her case for months, years before giving up. Her father became depressed throughout the investigations and slowly shut himself out of the world, he bacame a drunk. One day, he came home drunk and abused her, the teachers at her school questioned the bumps and bruises on her arms and legs and she was taken away from her dad.
Her grandfather, on her mothers side, took her in and officially adopted her. She was only 10 years old when her grandfather began teaching her about bloodletting, he had been apart of the bloodletters secretly for his whole life and he kept the fact that he was rich to himself too. She was the only one he told everything to and they bonded over the years. He was an inventor for the bloodletters and he was always working on new inventions for the group. She remembers sitting in his lab with him and working on inventions, she loved it.
When she was 17, her grandfather grew ill and he was put into the hospital. Genevieve stayed with him 24/7 and when he passed away, she was devastated. She was in her grandfather's will, she inhertited his money, his inventions, everything. She tried to keep his work going by finishing his work and inventing more, but it kept reminding her of his death.

Personality:
Genevieve is a girl beyond compare, she is smart, tough, cunning...gifted. She acts as if she doesn't care about anything. This could be because of her grandfather's death, but she is a very well-rounded person. She hardened up her heart, tought herself not to feel, not to love. This serves as an advantage for her position in the army?
She knows her way around a gun, on the battlefield, but she isn't supergirl. She got shot in the chest in a battle and her whole heart is made from technology, without it, she would die. She is very literate and she carries around her journal everywhere she does in a shoulder bag. She doesn't like to talk to a lot of people and may keep one friend around.

Other:
She speaks Italian sometimes(don't worry, I will translate!)
Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance

{UGH, fail personality post! Let me know if you want me to fix it...}

[ossa di cervo]

((Haha, it's perfectly fine. ^^ Acceptedddd.))

[WalkerNom]

{Yayz! How do I start?}

[ossa di cervo]

((However you want. I had all my characters start in Mr. Dillians place and then run off like crazies. Or you could start like Atomic did and have them at their own place, like they've been there for a while. ^^))

[Atomic Blue]

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this has αℓωαyѕ been [ B E Y O N D ] my cσитяσℓ
i'm кιρтуи кєииαи, but you should call me [ J U N O ! ]
don't worry, buddy. i'll make sure you [ N E V E R ] forget it
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Juno was quite sure that this girl was crazy. Several alarms went off inside his head when she got right up in his face- it was rather intimidating. Another thing he was feeling inside was multiple flares of panic. Too close, don't touch me or I'll kill you. Don't touch me. He didn't entirely understand why she had decided to punch him in his gut (Which by the way, did not hurt. When you, oh, die, nothing hurts anymore.) and begin to mutter unearthly sayings while in a desperate fetal position. He felt strangled under the dark feelings she was giving off. Let him off with a warning? Clearly, she didn't know who he was. 

Juno fumed, the barriers blocking a flood cracking every waking second, the idea getting on his nerves. Following her down the road was a painful, slow process, especially with the godforsaken metal leg he had, rusty and broken. He bent down as he struggled on by, fumbling with some of the screws underneath his pant leg. There was no heart behind him trailing her, just vague curiosity. It was confusing to watch her unfurl like a leaf, catching the suns rays, looking to the sky in a daze. Though, it was quick to change- she was back with the knee hugging. In all honesty, it was pathetic, like staring at a child who's icecream had dropped out of the cone by accident. 

Exhaling sharply, he rubbed at his neck and looked in a different direction before speaking. "There are lots of ways to die- you should know, you've already face one." The words felt bland on his tongue, and his throat hurt from the talking. He coughed furiously once to clear up the clot of uncomfortable aches. Juno knew it was a cruel thing to say- after all, most of the time, he felt the same way, but he knew that he had to think realistically in this life. All you could possibly think of doing was telling yourself That's enough. and deciding to take charge of who your were- have some semblance of control. It wasn't going to change in any way- they weren't going to be able to wipe away the past like fingerprints and dust off an old mirror. It just was never meant to be. His rough speech continued on with a short sentence that was only the truth to him. "Maybe you should if you hate the world so much."
 
He dragged himself up to the nearest brick wall and sprawled out into a position similar to her previous one, inspecting his leg with care. There was the faint ghost of his leg, he could almost feel his nerves jump eagerly, as if being awakened from a long sleep, when he touched the area. The feeling gave him a headache, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Like a dream, it was all like a dream, sitting around when you're already dead. He sat there and waited for things to settle down a bit, counting out heartbeats until he felt steadier, until his mind cleared away from long forgotten moments that he only saw in nightmares.

[WalkerNom]

{Ok, thanks!}

Genevieve sprung up out of her bed, her eyes fluttering open as they focused. Pieces of scrap metal, gears, and screws flew off her in all directions as they fell off her chest. She had been working last night, I must have fallen asleep... she thought, it was the classic thing anyone would say in the movies when the character had forgotten they fell asleep. Well, this was her. She stayed up late last night working on an invention that her grandfather had never finished and neither has she, yet.

She sighed before glancing around the dark room, its brown walls, the Italian style furniture, and the coffee brown curtains that hung over the windows so no one could spy on her and find out about her secret. The only light in the room was from a dim yellow bulb that hung over her desk on the wall by her door. That desk held her whole life, the most important, the plans and drawings of her inventions to the things that her and her grandfather shared, like the pocket knife he would use to cut metal and things. To anyone else it would look like a bunch of junk thrown in a drawer, but it was her world.

She swung her legs over the edge of her bed, placing her palms next to her hips to lean forward and stretch the knots out of her back. She yawned before hoping to her feet and walking to her dresser, stopping and waiting before grabbing the handles and pulling it open. She could barely see her way around the room and on top of that she was dead-dog tired. She pulled open her dresser doors and pulled out her favorite outfit to wear, she felt like having a good day and looking nice.

She pulled her shirt over her head and felt the hard-cold metal that made up her heart. She was reminded of her whole life as she felt the grooves in the metal, her grandfather. A tear fell down her face as she finished getting ready, not even bothering to wipe it away, whats the point?

She bolted out the door and found that the air was quite muggy, like she expected and hoped that the metal in her heart was going to be ok with the high humidity level. Oh well. She made her way down the street, she went for a run every morning to keep her out of the house.

[Atomic Blue]

((Green, nice post. I love your character's picture. :3))

[ossa di cervo]

Zilya Withers
A small confession, I think I'm starting to lose it.
I think I'm drifting away from the people I really need.

Zilya felt like someone had dumped ice water down her back as she listened to Juno speak. Her eyes grew wide and she let her legs fall in front of her and into straight lines. Her back drew up and she sat there, her mouth slightly ajar, "How do you.." Zilya's brown eyes lifted toward Juno and she inspected him for several long moments. After those moments, Zilya realized that if it had been a mere joke, she'd be giving herself away. What if he was working with Mr. Dillians? The girl stood and followed Juno toward the brick wall, squatting down in front of him. She stared at him with her eyes narrowed as much as possibly could, "What're you talking about? If I had died before, I would still be dead.."

Zilya looked down at his legs, noticing that one was obviously mechanical. Her hand clenched at her own leg and for a moment, her fingers twitched toward his. He's going through he same pain you are, Zil. If not more.. Give him a break and stop acting like a child.. Zilya coughed and lifted her head in a rather rough movement to look at his face again, "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I know I acted rather stupidly before, and I apologize." As the girl spoke, she fell onto the ground so that her legs were criss-crossed, "I just.. Well, got out of a tough situation, I suppose you could say." She reached a hand forward with a rather awkward looking smile and a tilt of her head, "My name is Zilya."

Zilya sat there then, noticing that perhaps this man didn't want her there. Why would he? To him she was probably just like a child to be treat as such and pampered. He didn't know her, or so she thought, but Zilya couldn't bring herself to leave him. He just seemed so.. familiar. There was something about his rugged looks and that scar across his neck and made Zilya feel as if she'd known him before and she didn't want to leave his side until she figured out how she knew him. "I can.. Um.. I can leave if you don't want me here. I just wanted to figure your name out." A light scarlet color ran across Zilya's face as she spoke, "It's just that I feel like I know you somehow.."

((Such a craptastic post. xD I thought about having Kuper run into Genevieve, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it, Different. :3))

[WalkerNom]

{@Zmija; I'm perfectly ok with it! X3 I won't post until you do with Kuper....}

{@Atomic Blue; Thank you! I spent alot of time on it and I kinda stole the idea from you, lolz, hope its ok....And for the post, it took me like two hours cuz I had to keep stopping for superbowl preperation lol}