GENEVIVE COULTER,
THOROUGHBRED OF CHAOS.
β nobody talks to meβ¦ i only talk to iβ¦ and iβve been telling myself all dayβ¦ sheβs got to die. β



SSN oooXXX-XXX-XXXX
LN ooooCOULTER
FN ooooGENEVIVE R.DOB ooo02/09/XXXX
SEX MALE ooo HAIR BRN ooo EYES HAZ ooo HGT 6β-1β
Genevive Robert Coulter is a thinner man in his late twenties. He has scarring around his fingernails, jaw, arms, and feetβ Some from himself, most from his 'shadow' periods.
Gene, as some call him, treats everyone with kindness and respect. He has a chilling air around him. However, it's less deathly cold, more like a breeze on a spring day. He's a sweet soul, despite the thoughts buzzing like flies behind his sleep deprived hazel eyes.The Vessel creeps into his scleras first. Inky darkness seeps into his skin like blood into cloth. It clouds into his mind like a swirling storm, whispering and taunting, begging to be in control.
His flesh and bone disintegrate into pure shadow, leaving him a sillouette of madness. The shadow will smile.
Do not smile back.
HEADCANONS1. Despite having a soft bed, Gene opts to sleep on the cold floor. The cold comforts him.
2. Gene has struggled with addiction in the past, leaving pieces of him scattered behind.
3. Heβs an easy crier. His eyes will always mist over the smallest things like music in movies or a switch in tone.
GENEβS MIXMACHINE GUN portishead
CREEP radiohead
I (HEART) YOU kmfdm
THE BOOGIE MAN todd rollins
WE THREE the ink spots
AUGUST 10 julie doiron
DOUBT (DEMO) twenty one pilots
CENTURY big thief
