✯ G e n C h e s t e r ✯
Name: Gen Chester
Age: Lost count (Appears 15)
Gender: Female
Species: If you want to find out ask, although she may not choose to answer at first.
Origin: Gen remembers waking up in a dark room but nothing before.
Powers: An aura rest upon her letters although to what exactly it is, is unclear even to Gen. All she knows is that magic seems to have little effect on herself.
Abilities: The ability to remember even the smallest details about encounters. She is able to trace back her letters as well as find who they are addressed to with ease no matter when or where they are. Forgery of other’s handwriting.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship: Looking for a friend
Family: None that she can recall although she believe she once had a father.
Occupation: Messenger; your message will always get there but it might not be exactly what you wrote.
Hair: Light Hazel coloring with a short and messy cut.
Eyes: Unknown
Height: 5’3
Weight: 110 pounds
Appearance: A short girl at about five foot three. Her skin is an icy pale to an almost unhealthy level, or at least what can be seen of it. Wearing a obviously old and tattered dress with a light grey coloring. Under she wears stockings with star like pattern matching that of her mask down to her shoeless feet. Having the center of the foot tapped around several times with worn bandages wrapped around the callused skin. Upon her face she always wears a white mark with a black star and smile painted across it hiding most of her face.
Markings: Several thin line markings across her knees and around where her neck meets her head.
Other: Gen’s skin is very smooth and her body gives off very little heat. If one was observant enough they may notice her slight clicking noise if she moves in an odd way or position.
Likes:
~ Mysteries
~ Stories whether verbal or written
~ Sour foods
~ Music and Dance
~ Games
Dislikes:
~ DON’T TOUCH THE MASK
~ Eye contact
~ Dogs
~ Sweets
~ Being confined
Bio:
Waking up in a cold and dark place is no way to start an existence. Although it is unsure if that was indeed the beginning of her existence or if there was merely just a part missing in the story. None the less this is where Gen Chester began in one way or another. From what she can recall her location of creation was abandoned for many years leading the girl to question just how long she had truly been there or what that place used to be.
As Gen began to awake fully and get a hold on both herself and the new reality in which she had found herself in it became clear that she existed for a purpose. Luckily for her that purpose came with instructions. A note, just a simple note written on paper with ink and tied with string to her ankle told of what the young girl was meant for in the most unspecific way possible.
“Deliver this letter.” Not a word more. Although the task may seem impossible and for a long time, the brunette believed the same she had indeed managed to find the one to whom her letter was written for. A young lady, perhaps only nine or ten with a gold curl to her hair and eyes of emerald green. That’s all Gen knew about her. She knew no name or location and yet the little girl had been expecting this letter none the less.
With a quick word and little explanation Gen was given another letter to deliver and so on and so forth. It became quickly apparent to the youth that this was her purpose. Along her many adventures Gen began to learn the tale and stories of others finding a deep fascination in the stories. It was then that young girl began to creature her own stories. Somewhere imaginative with no real characters or beings, just words that floated in the air as she ran her paths. Others were between those she had visited and as to what their letters could be saying to each other.
As curiosity gain the best of her, the messenger began to read the private letters changing them to match her own stories as she seemed fit. It was quite a game indeed. Over her years of travel there was much Gen had learned and even more that she craved to know. Now with red letter in hand and a very specific set of directions the youth finds herself on her way to the Stormbringer Estate.
