Genevieve Alva Vanderbilt Nicknames:
Jenny or Jen Birthdate:
October 12, 1863 Current Age:
18Occupation: Hogwarts House:
Gryffindor Alumnus Wand:
Aspen wood and Dragon Heartstring, 8 inches, bendy Blood Status:
muggle-born Social Class:
Mother: Eva Lydia Vanderbilt & Father: Francis Oswald Vanderbilt Appearance:
Genevieve upholds the appearance of a stocky, big-boned woman. Though she could hardly be defined as “fat”. She stands at the height of 5”6’, and has the healthy weight of one-hundred and forty pounds. Genevieve, though always thoroughly denying it, has a fair face. Many of her suitors have always said that her wide-set, blue-gray eyes are hard to gaze away from.
Her skin complexion takes on a sort of bronze hue due to her absolute pleasure in absorbing as much sunlight as she possibly could. Her mother and aunts scold her for having such a pleasure considering they had been brought up with the knowledge that sunlight only beautified natured, but turns a woman’s skin complexion an ugly darker shade. To their immense astonishment, however, Genevieve was able to be able to become radiant when she was tanned, proving her mother and aunts wrong. Genevieve was always so saddened when the darkened hue of her skin returned back to its regular tone in the winter.
While Genevieve’s dirty-blond hair was pretty at its best, it was, unfortunately, a nightmare to both herself and her mother in the mornings. Usually most women of Genevieve’s class and age were able to do her own hair, but not Genevieve. If she could not manage her hair by herself then she would fetch her mother for assistance. If her mother became frustrated with her daughter’s blatant winces and polite demands to be gentler, a maid would be sent up to Genevieve’s room to finish the hopeless project. It was literally an hour and a half every morning before her hair was tamed, sleek, and shining.
If there was anything Genevieve detested more than robotic girls with only marriage in their minds, it was a corset. Due to the fast process of which her body had been developing, Genevieve was forced into a corset at a young age. Much younger before girls her age did. But besides the dislike for wearing a corset, Genevieve’s style was sweet and feminine. She wears a variety of bright colors, all except for pink. Though she is not too overly fond of lace, but of silk and feathers.History:
Genevieve Alva Vanderbilt was born on October 12th, 1863 in a small town not far from Bath. Her loving mother and father, Francis and Eva Vanderbilt, were overjoyed at the prospect of raising a child when having heard knowledge of the pregnancy, but were solely disappointed Genevieve had been a girl instead of a son. Either way, Genevieve had been loved and petted as a young girl.
As the only child on the Vanderbilts’ due to a unknown fertility problem, Genevieve had been quite spoiled and given quite a bit of attention. Jenny, her cousins affectionately dubbed her as, never became a demanding young woman much to the shock her parents and grandparents, but she did at times expect to get her way. This occurred for the first time when she was twelve-years-old and was told she was to become a little wiser and starting donning a corset. Of course like any young girl about to wear a corset for the first time, Genevieve was slightly nervous. After wearing the corset for a few hours and immeasurably suffering, Genevieve demanded that she get rid of the damn thing. Eva was in hysterics at having heard her young daughter curse for the first time and inquired how she came to know that particular word. Not wanting to get her poor father in trouble whom seemed to be inwardly cringing, Genevieve blamed her male cousin and asked again in a much firmer voice if she could dub the “breathing restrictor” as trash. Unfortunately, her bad language had earned her a beautiful summer’s day confined in her room, without an answer to her question. Because of this, Genevieve scowled for the rest of the week before realizing that the more she wore the corset, the more it would loosen.
It was only a few weeks after the corset incident of when an owl came to inform her parents and herself of her being admitted to the wizarding boarding school of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To put it quite frankly, the Vanderbilts’ were once again astonished by their dear daughter. The first was of when she had been seven and her cousin, Frederick, had dared her to do an unbecoming sport of a girl’s, and climb a tree. One of Genevieve’s feet missed the jutted out ledge of the tree trunk and she ended up hanging from a tree branch by one hand. Frightened, Genevieve clenched her fingers tighter and tighter around the tree branch until Freddie ran back with help. But her palm was becoming sweaty and inch by inch her hot, sticky fingers slipped from the branch. Genevieve closed her eyes as she awaited her doom below her and felt herself falling. No… She felt as if she was floating. It was a relatively quick fall down before she felt her feet planted firmly on the ground, and herself unharmed. She was still standing shock-still when Freddie came running back with her alarmed father and uncle.
Either way, their daughter being a gifted child with magic flowing through her veins was now a conclusion of the strange happenings about her. The reason why each of their daughter’s teacups exploded when Genevieve was irritated when she was eight. The reason why they found the new corset in a haphazard state only the few weeks previous. What matters was that Eva and Francis Vanderbilt were not ashamed of their only child being unique.
Off to Hogwarts Genevieve went. Each year she became more of a young lady of society. Each summer she brought home with her spells and frog spawn to show her parents that she was learning more than any governess could teach her. She was socializing with young girls and boys her age whom were not her relatives. Jenny became fond of Hogwarts and was always yearning to return when the summer ended. She was even with the first group of young Hogwarts students’ whom got to oversee the spectaculars that was the newly-built village of Hogsmeade.
Now into her sixth year at Hogwarts, Jenny was becoming concerned about her future. She knew that her future should not be all fun and frivolous activities, so what was she meant to become? Someone’s assistant? Someone’s governess? Or, dare she even think it, someone’s wife? Personality:
Jenny is quite mischievous. Though her countenance says otherwise, her father’s mischievous streak is there deep within her. It was with her cousin Freddie that she let it be known to. To her immense displeasure, Freddie was not magical like herself. Otherwise, Freddie and Jenny would be quite inseparable at Hogwarts. Other than having a mischievous streak, Jenny has also inherited her mother’s stubbornness. Freddie and her father often teased her of feeling sympathy towards her future husband.
While the ladies of society were all polite and manners, Jenny has no fear in admitting when she feels an ill feeling towards someone. If her friends did not appreciate some of her foolish antics she was confident in deeming them not her worthy of her friendship. Though when she says admit, she means either speaking or gazing at that person coldly. She would rather risk a ride on a broomstick during a Quidditch match than betray her mother and go against all of the older woman’s lectures on becoming a polite and amiable young lady. Though Jenny is not completely cold-hearted. Her mother’s frustrated sighs often leave the uncomfortable feeling of guilt within her, which was her reason for refusing to disappoint her mother by being disagreeable to her acquaintances.
Jenny is fun-loving and particularly loud. Her aunts and mother blame it on the fact that she had been brought up in a clan full of male cousins, but Jenny disagrees. She believes that her rambunctious nature was just a part of her persona along with her stubbornness and caring side.
Jenny is very curious. Her curiosity gets the better of her at times. Sometimes at the wrong times. She would often wander off unchaperoned during Hogsmeade trips, despite what some of the girls she was friends with would say. They always threatened to give her absence away when she left, but it was rather amusing of when she would return to the group at the end of the trip and receive no scolding. Patronus:
Genevieve’s fear is of losing her cousin, Freddie’s friendship. Ever since she had entered the Wizarding World’s society, Jenny and Freddie have slowly drifted apart. Actually, her fear is losing friendships altogether. Amortentia:
The smell of her mother’s favorite perfume. The aroma of fresh-cut grass and the sea-salt smell of the ocean. The smell of her grandmother’s famously baked cherry pie. Her father’s cologne. The roses her mother planted in the garden. Sample Roleplay Post:
Jenny sighed as she carelessly threw the book she was attempting to read to the side where it hit a tree, its binding groaning in neglect. She had never been one to just settle down and read. Her mother hardly understands why considering how vivid Jenny’s imagination can be, but is just content with the knowledge that her daughter was able to resist fidgeting while in the presence of her Upper Class “friends”.
Again, another sigh escaped Jenny’s lips. She loved her mother. Truly, she did. But must the woman parade her around under the rich folk’s noses? Yes, Jenny decided. Jenny has no fear of becoming a spinster, but her mother refuses to let it occur despite her daughter’s insistent pleas to let her choose whom she wants to marry and when. Sometimes she rather felt as if she was locked up in a cage with her only chance of freedom by spreading her wings and flying, whether anyone disapproved or not.
Jenny giggled as she stood up and an amusing thought came to the forefront of her mind. Maybe Freddie loved her enough to propose. Yes, she knew they were cousins, but considering the time frame she had no qualms with accepting him. But soon the thought made her quite sad. Frederick Yorke would never ask her to marry him. Their friendship was falling apart at the seams and Jenny had not a clue how to fix it. Now that she had entered the world of magic, Freddie’s antics became boring to her. Once she turned fourteen she had been seeking out men whom had magical abilities. It was as if the men with non-magic qualities were lost to her forever. Unfortunately, most of her cousins were males and, much more unfortunately, muggle.
Strolling along the grounds of which held her family’s home, Jenny wondered how long it had been since Hogwarts had let out for the summer. Oh, how she yearned to spend at least one summer in Hogsmeade! There, she could laugh and use her magic all the time. She had been awaiting the invitation from one of her friends whom lived in the village to invite her to spend the summer for already two summers with no such luck. She was much too polite to outright ask in a letter or face to face when the new term would begin.
Upon the seeing the little gazebo her father had built her mother as an anniversary gift eight years ago, Jenny climbed its steep stairs and threw herself carelessly onto the white, wooden settee. The silence echoed around her much too loudly as she eyed a huddle birds in the cherry blossom tree whom were chirping too quietly as to actually define it as actually noise. It really is inconvenient
, Jenny thought as she sighed for the umpteenth time, to be an only child
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