VOLTURI, Genna Rose

[GENNA VOLTURI]

Genna Rose Volturi
Don't think that your charm and the fact
that your arm is now around my neck. Will
get you in my pants I'll have to kick your
ass and make you never forget...

BEHIND THAT MASK
- for those who don't know me i can get a bit crazy -

YOURNAME:: Jackey
YOURGENDER:: Female
YOURAGE:: Eighteen
YOUR EMAIL:: [e-mail]
YOUR IM:: AIM: emeraldpossum
YIM: wiccan.vampiress
MSN: [e-mail]
HOWYOUFOUNDUS:: I am the creator
YEARSOFRPING:: 5+ years
RPSAMPLE:: It was just another day to pass in the ever unchanging house with the ever unchanging people. Jennifer found herself wandering the halls, she had done that countless times. Wander hall after hall before finally deciding on something to do. Playing with a strand of her white-blond hair as she found herself back on the first floor. Finding herself standing at the door that lead to the drawing room, She walked in.

Jennifer poked her head in the door before walking inside and shutting the door closed behind her. She always either spent her free time in the library, in the gardens, or in the drawing room with the piano. When she had first come here and then tried to leave she thought she'd go nuts being she could never leave the house again and now was a slave.

However once she stumbled across the piano the madness seemed a little further away. She always questioned if sanity was a probablity in a house where occupants never aged or changed in any shape or form. She always shrugged off the question though. No matter how she wished she'd be a prisoner of her own mind then stuck here, never to see her family again.

Jennifer walked across the room. Her heels clicking on the floor as she approached the corner the piano was tucked away in. She let her fingers lightly touch the keys before she sat down cracked her fingers before sighing. Her fingers glided over the keys with ease and feathery touch. The notes coming out flawlessly as she began singing quietly,

"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase..."

Her sapphire like eyes became hidden behind the lids of her eyes as her fingers graced across the ivory keys. Her hair hanging around her shoulders, the ends touching the keys.

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me
by your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase..."

Her voice was quiet, blending perfectly with the notes of the song, Her voice how ever would seem like a hum to anyone outside the room that was not close enough to hear distinctivly.

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along..."

She became lost in the song as if flowed through the quiet room. Music was the one thing that removed her from this place and put her in her own little world of fantasy. That she wasn't trapped and a slave, but back home where she could see her family.

"These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me..."

Jennifer let the last of the notes die out before she sighed. Coming out of her own world knowing everything she escaped to when she was playing the piano was all a dream she began hitting random notes softly on the piano. She so wished she could be with her family. She always wonered ever since she stepped foot in this place and never left how they got by without her. How her brothers lifes turned out and how her parents were doing.

She wish she could tell them she was fine but she couldn't. She had a feeling they probably never gave up hope she would come home. Maybe they did and they all moved on, which is what she would want them to do. Not waste time trying to find what couldn't be found.

Not waste time grieving over a loss that was her own fault. If she hadn't been so keen on proving to those boys what seemed like so long ago but was really quite a ways behind her, That they were wrong about the house she may be in america where she belonged. However she had been the one that was wrong and paid the price of becoming a slave to those in the house.

CHARACTER BASICS
- like i'm under inspection, i always get the 10s -

CHARACTERNAME:: Genna Rose Harris-Volturi
CHARACTERAGE:: Sixteen (sixteen)
CHARACTERBIRTHDATE:: October 31st
CHARACTERGENDER:: Female
MEMBERGROUP:: Nomadic Vampire
SPECIALABILITY::

• PYROKINISIS: can control, manipulate, and summon the element of fire.
  
• ILLUSION CREATION: can create the illusion of insanity

THE CHARACTER MAP
- they try to change me, but realize they cant -

PROMINENTFEATURES:: Several Scars from her father sticking various areas of her body to the lit stove. Plus a scar on her neck from being changed. She also has five tattoos.

• LEFT WRIST: a butterfly with blood droplets falling from the wings
  
• RIGHT FOREARM: a snake wrapped around a thorny rose
  
• LEFT SHOULDER BLADE: a pentagram
  
• LEFT ANKLE: a red orange and yellow dragonfly
  
• RIGHT HIP: a music note

LIKES:: Reading
Writing Music
Playing the Guitar
Singing
Dancing
Shopping
DISLIKES:: Stuck up People
Religion
Judgemental People
People that call her a satan woreshipers
Classical Music
Her Parents
QUIRKS:: Bites her Lip when thinking
Plays with a strand of hair when talking
HABITS:: Rolling her eyes when people state the obvious
Humming random tunes to songs she likes
HOBBIES:: Singing
Dancing
Playing the Guitar
Writing music
SECRETS:: What her father has done to her in her past
Her hatred towards her parents
OVERALLPERSONALITY:: Genna is fiesty, fierce, loyal to those she trusts and she doesn't trust easily (so earning her trust is like winning the nobel). She's also outgoing and not exactly the best person to get into a fight with. Although like every wiccan she follows the whole "harm none" law she will not hesitate smacking someone sensless if they badmouth her or say something that ticks her off.

Genna holds grudges, always hard stare like she's litterally setting you a blaze and staring into your soul with nothing but hate. (this happens unless she trusts you). However saying anything against Genna, and her ways is a sure way to unleashes Genna's wrath.

ITS ALL IN THE BOOK
- i see my reflection about my intentions -

PARENTS:: Marietta Harris -mother-
Wyatt Harris -father-
SIBLINGS:: N.A
OTHERFAMILY:: N.A
HISTORY:: Genna Rose Harris-Volturi was born into a highly religious family. Her father a priest, her mother a secretary. At birth it was clear to the parents the girl would be trouble from the start. Through Genna's childhood it was fairly normal although her parents were wary of her she were loved and grew up in a happy and stable enviroment.

During her teens however things quickly changed, from good to bad and from bad to worse. Trouble didn't start till the Genna was thirteen and was caught reading books on witchcraft when she was in school when she was suppose to be reading chapters and versus from the bible. Genna was giving a warning from the school and herfather punished her with a beating.

Then the problems started with the kids around the school began causing problems for the Genna, ending with her lashing out violently. Ending with her being expelled when she was fourteen, when Genna in a rage set the classroom and later headmistress office on fire.

That was when the first real sign of power showed in Genna and the real trouble started. Genna was placed in a public school and her father found out about her dabbling in the "occult" as he called it. Genna was beaten and often her father would drag her to the lit stove and place either her hand, arm or what ever he could manage to press against the hot stove as punishment.

Genna bearing the scars. Genna being a devoted wiccan, always lived by the "No harm to others" law which is a major rule in wicca, But she has a uncontrollable temper. However one night after a serious lash out by her father, Genna snapped and lashed out as well, especially after he threatened to toss her in the fire. Losing her temper she set the kitchen on fire and then ran.

She packed a dufflebag of clothes and stole her parents credit cards and ran, thanks to one of her fathers foreign missonary trips she had a passport.

Genna emptied her parents account and her college fun and then immeadiatly left. Having the bright idea of leaving the country she fled to Italy. Genna hitchhiked through Volterra. Wanting to save the money she could for the necessaties and a hotel room.

She lived what was far from a luxury life, just staying hidden to avoid being sent back to america and to her parents - When on a tour of the city though to get to know her new home She went on a tour of the very old castle.

Upon arrival though, Genna knew that, The people surrounding the room were far from normal. As the doors locked behind her and the group and a frenzy around her began, she discovered. Vampires were not just a myth. but actually real and she was on the dinner menu.

However upon thinking she was going to be vampire cuisine Genna felt excruciating pain in her neck spreading through her like a wild fire. It lasted three days. three days in a burning hell, when she awoke she found herself with no heart beat and surrounded by pale people with red eyes.

Genna has been on the guard of the volturi now, living a fairly normal life. happier now than what she had been in her human life. However the girl did find it difficult however to quench her thirst. the wiccan rule "no harm to others" still firmly planted in her minds.

THE OTHER STUFF
- i'm not a mistake, i'm not a fake, its set in my dna -

CHARACTERPLAYBY:: Avril Lavigne
SECRETWORDS:: - admin edited -
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS:: N.A