Gwendolyn, silver The current Silva Guardian of Gianor is never without a job to do. There is always a need for her and oftentimes, no moment for rest. As old as she is, one wouldn't believe she could do all that she does on a daily basis and these days, she's on the borderline. Not that she would admit it unless she has to. She only had to do it once. It has been too long since she's had any company of family. As much as she loves the short nymphs who love to tend to the gardens for most of their lives, Gwendolyn does find it difficult to keep from slipping into memories of her daughter and her grand-daughter recently. Again, not something the stubborn woman likes to acknowledge aloud, but it has become a necessity. The winds of change are stirring and Gwen cannot ignore them because of pride. While feeding a young Griffin in the upstairs tower, Gwen felt a twinge. Not a good twinge. The sort of little twitch a Guardian gets when a tree falls. Her emerald eyes glued to the horizon and in the distance, she saw the frame of a mechanical crane. and gulped. That was when she had thought of him. She sent for an old friend. Or rather, a son. Dylan was invited to the Silva Manor with all of his belongings and Gwendolyn only gave him somewhat vague reasons for moving from Seattle. If he was opposed to it, he did not grumble about it in front of her. She hates it when people grumble. After explaining his mission, Gwendolyn made sure Dylan was prepared. He wasted no time in setting off to find her grand-daughter, something she was very grateful for. She had told him Genevieve's mother had died and how her father had sent a letter of the news. The only time she saw her grand-daughter was at her daughter, Celine's funeral. She had to be confident now that Dylan would bring her back. The current Guardian needs to pass on her position, for her power is dwindling and she is afraid that Genevieve's is only growing stronger. She needs direction and guidance, something her father cannot properly provide. If not returned, she's afraid Gianor may see smoke again. Genevieve, white GENEVIEVE (Move your mouse to reveal the content) GENEVIEVE (open) GENEVIEVE (close) Name: Genevieve "Gen" Silva Gender: Female Age: 19 Occupation: Works at SkitScratch indoor skateboard park before becoming her true self: The Guardian of Gianor General Appearance: Genevieve is short at 5'0, with bright hazel eyes and long dirty blonde hair. Her fair skin has little nicks and scars in several places, and her hands are small and gentle. She is a simple girl and does not wear makeup or nail polish. Talents: She is the Guardian of the rare magical creatures. She inherited the gift from her mother and she is the only one able to see them unless she grants another the gift of Sight. Genevieve can also magically heal the wounded creatures she is so connected to. The health of Gianor's environment and magic is directly tied to Genevieve's health. So she can get sick if the forest goes through a dry spell, etc. She's had unexplained illnesses like that before, but they're rare. In fact, Genevieve's mother died in childbirth because of a terribly raging forest fire that swept through the eastern forest of Gianor. It is the reason Genevieve lost her ability to use her vocal cords. She very good at drawing and playing the piano. Inabilities: She cannot speak. Her vocal cords did not develop correctly and she is mute. Alsom she's really bad at swimming. She just never got the hang of it. In shallow water, she'd be okay, but deep water, she would probably drown. Fears: Hunters, Poachers and Cages. She also fears flying. She's only been on an airplane once once in her life and it was absolutely terrifying. General Personality: Genevieve can be very mysterious since she cannot speak, but she is honest and compassionate, true of heart and pure in a beautiful way. She is normally guarded around people and modest in all other aspects, but she is very sweet and gentle to the innocent. Otherwise, do not cross her. Genevieve is clever as well and always seems to know what to do around animals, magical or not. History: Genevieve's past is kinda shady but she doesn't really care because as far as she knows she has no way of learning more. All she knows is that he mother died when she gave birth to her. She doesn't ever celebrate her birthday because it's her mother's death day. Sometimes she visits her mother's grave to feel somehow closer to the woman she never met. Her dad, John, used to tell her stories about her when Gen was little, but as she grew older, she thinks she started looking too much like her mother, Celine and the emotional distance between her and her father grew through the years. He was clueless when it came to raising a teenage daughter all on his own so he tries to make sure she's okay. But only at a distance. She doesn't see that. She sees that he doesn't want to get close to her. That she's too different and silent for him to relate to her. It's hard to make friends when you can only make sign your words to them. He can't see that she's been reaching out for him. And only recently gave up trying. Genevieve is an artist. She is an amazing sketcher (and pianist) and sometimes her art is displayed at the annual art fair at her school, not that she has many friends there. The people she's closest to work at SkitScratch with her and don't seem to have much of a problem with her silence. Some of the older employees know her basic signs when she has to say something important. For the most part, she knows her way around the city and has no problem with staying there if she has to. She hasn't figured out her future yet, preferring to stay in the now. There are a great many things Genevieve keeps to herself. The shadows that seem to come from things that could not exist, the noises no one else hears, the tiny pinpricks she feels in her heart that seem to come at random and for no apparent reason. The constant feeling that she does not belong. These things she writes off with reasons that are hardly believable and possibly laughable. But what else can she do really? She's sane as far as she can tell. Honor roll report card (most of the time), enjoyable job, large sketchpad. Why should she let anyone now about the strange things about her that no one would ever understand? It might have to do with the fact that she had lost her voice and other parts made up for it, but she doubts that one. Internet searches were also no help. These weird episodes of maybepossiblySchizophrenia are happening more often as well. She was never even able to catch the jump from regular reality to sudden weird sound or creature. It seemed seamless, as if totally normal that she sees things others don't. So she hasn't told a soul. Not even that cute new empoloyee at SkitScratch. Jamie. Genevieve giggled--which really only sounds like whispery bursts of breath-- and pushed herself forward through the Chicago streets she knew well, always on her trusty board, Ember. Black messenger bag swaying and ponytail flying, Gen rolled down Bilcer street and slid to a stop flawlessly outside of SkitScratch, the best indoor skate park around. She smirked. It's the closest thing to gloating as she kicks up her board into her hand and walks into work.