Height: 5’6 (167 cm) | Build: Graceful

Genevote has three forms: her true hellcat transformation, her cat form, and her human form. Her true hellcat form is a pink furred cheetah with bright and icy blue eyes that would luminate in the dark with blue flames that sparked on the top of her fur and on the top of her ears. She had sharp teeth that could gnaw into flesh with ease, sometimes covered in blood in her mouth and fur from all the victims she preyed on. She is two times larger than a regular cheetah and has longer teeth than one as well. She can’t as of this moment, switch to her hellcat form.

In her cat form, she takes on the appearance of a house cat (calico) with various shades of pink fur and brown eyes. No matter what form she’s in, her eyes would switch to an icy blue color if she’s experiencing an extreme amount of emotions, mostly ones that are the opposite of positivity depending how one takes it. Rage, pure greed, violent, her eyes would flicker and drive into her more animal-like side.

In her human form, Genevote is five foot six with long pink hair, brown eyes and light complexion. Her cat ears are longer in her human form as she also maintains her cat tail and has a slender body with sharp fangs. Her outfits vary as she finds it boring to wear the same thing everyday, but she could be seen wearing Regnum-like fashion, both something more modern that were imported from other worlds or something native.

A single trait used to describe Genevote is extremely childish with a peppy and cheerful persona, attitude of a curious child who is always eager to learn, and catlike behavior. She comes off as very optimistic, bringing out her signature and infamous smile to greet strangers. Genevote can sometimes be friendly, while other times she can bite, and not friendly ones either. She isn’t the nicest given her nature as a hellcat who loves to wreak havoc, but compared to her “old” self, she is much more tame. Hypergenic and full of excitement, Genevote can be seen as a little kid who loves to explore what’s around her. She can also be a brat and throw a tantrum if things go her way, even in her cat form.

Genevote was known in her old world to be driven by greed and still is. She loves things that had extreme value and is addicted to materialism and just about anything that looked good in her eyes. She isn’t much for sharing and even acting extremely dramatic if she had to share, proving her selfish and self-centered ways. When it comes to materialistic items, she wants it all to herself. She would do whatever she could to make sure she could snatch it before anyone else could. Genevote surprisingly has the ability to give it up, but her stubbornness can get the best of her even in situations where she has to give it up.

The hellcat is both a sadist and a masochist. She loves receiving and and giving pain. The scent of blood drives her mad and getting bruises on her body makes her give a sickly smile. Not surprising enough, she gets a thrill and enjoyment of inflicting pain on others more than her getting pain. That, on the contrary, doesn’t mean she limits her masochistic side or doesn’t enjoy receiving pain. She loves being dominant; the idea of being on top and having all the power is what gets her going despite the fact that she also has no idea going into the submissive. Whatever helps cover her ass more she’ll be willing to take.

Genevote can be mysterious as she can get. She is a very secretive person who doesn’t tell much about the world she came from, even if remembering the details of her legacy excited her. She likes to beat around the bush, but that doesn’t block her from being a very blunt person just for a reaction or just to be an asshole. She does, on the contrary, love to drop subtle hints about herself for the thrill out of it. The hellcat enjoys giving and doing riddles. The idea of mystery and being subtle actually gives joy and excitement for her to the point where she’d morph the truth into greater lies and see if anyone can figure out if she’s telling the truth.

She can be as sinister as one can get. Genevote easily admits to her madness and vexsome behavior. She either plays harmless tricks to tricks that can cause severe injury. Her humor is extremely crude, showing no sense of remorse or sensibility. She kills for the joy out of it and preys on others for her own amusement. It feeds all too well into her dominant and sadistic. To her, violence is always a must but she isn’t mindless to it. Genevote only uses it when necessary, but that doesn’t stop her from doing it just for he heck of it.

Shockingly enough, Genevote is actually neutral or at least believes she is. She can be violent, but she can also be extremely collective and levelheaded. She can be secretive but also give advice for those in need, even if her advice may be grim. She speaks with a proper tone due to her confrontation with mostly rich adventurers and living in the rich lands of her homeworld. She’s also surprisingly smooth with her words, throwing in some occasional and playful flirting. Maybe even more if she’s extremely interested in the person.

Overall, Genevote can be a wildcard. She can be predictable or do something that’s completely out of character to some. Where’s the fun in being one thing when she could wear many masks instead/

Genevote was originally from an Alice in Wonderland-esque world, meaning she comes from a universe that is similar to Alice in Wonderland, but has its own flare and flaws that makes it stand out. It was a twisted magical land where unless you had special connections or are able to look out for yourself, you wouldn’t last a single day there. There was a saying that most would take to heart: “Madness is a blessing.” That wasn’t to say the magical world was ultimately destructive per se, but disorder itself was how the world kept itself in one piece and was its own order. It would be a completely foreign concept for an outsider, but to Genevote she was proud to call it her home.

She had lived for so long even she herself doesn’t even remember how she came to be, but Genevote has had some legends in her homeworld that were attached to her name. Before she was able to manifest a human form, she roamed the lands of the magical world in her true hellcat form: a large pink cheetah with icy blue eyes with blue flames that would sizzle on top of her fur. She lived in a very secluded and icy cave area and those that entered her territory would soon meet their fate. Some say she had riches she stolen from those she killed and kept it for herself, hence why many dared tried to slain the beast to take her riches, which were all too very true. Her greed had taken over her when she learned the concept of value in expensive and materialistic items to where she wanted to be the richest in the land.

Genevote was nicknamed, “The Frozen Predator” for freezing her prey to death before she’d feast on frozen corpses.

After the number of visitors began to plummet, Genevote came to the conclusion to make the first move instead of waiting for others to dare try to enter in her domains. She would eventually learn how to shapeshift into a cute calico cat with different shades of pink planted on her fur and roam the streets of her homeworld, both poor and rich. She also manifested a human form that kept her ears and tail, but she was seen more in her cat form than anything else to fool civilians she was nothing more than a small animal in a chaotic world.

She would sneak herself into homes as an innocent creature, greeted with optimism most of the time before she would freeze and kill her prey after they fall for her innocent act. This would go on for but a few years before whispers about the “pink cat” turned into rumors and emerged the streets, feeding further into Genevote’s ego of being the big bad tiger of her homeworld. Another nickname since then was given to her: “Hell’s Innocence”.

Genevote had a kick of inflicting pain and receiving it. She was both an extreme sadist and major masochist when it came to the sight of blood and feeling immense pain. Many had tried to confront her, but only a few would survive her psychotic rather. Even so, some managed to land a hit on her, to which Genevote accepted the pain with open arms. No matter what happens to her, she would always show a devilish smile even if it was pained and tight. She felt unstoppable, unbeatable, a goddess at best. She felt as if she could take over the magical land with just a lift of her paw. The thought of having all the power in the world and being feared all over was just too much for her to not go for. No one could stop her, so why not make her dream come true?

However, that was just after the ruler of that magical world, the King of Diamonds, had intentions to slain Genevote before she caused more destruction. He and his soldiers have entered the common streets, where the hellcat lurked, to finish her off once and for all. Now Genevote was always one step ahead. She was willing to turn the common streets into her own freezing wonderland if it meant killing the king to gain ultimate power. Frozen soldiers, soldiers dying from hypothermia, limbs torn from bodies, narrowing down the numbers to just one person left besides her: the King of Diamonds.

It was a rough battle between the hellcat and the king, but it was a battle that Genevote was winning and the king soon meeting death. In the king’s dying breath, there was just one more trick up his sleeve before Genevote was ready to end his life: a bright light. A bright light shined from his staff as he pointed his weapon at the hellcat when she approached with intent to maim his body into pieces. The bright light was enough to blind her before she suddenly lost consciousness.

Genevote regained her consciousness, but she did not wake up in her snowy wonderland she made. No, she woke up in… an entirely new world. She was in her human form with her cat ears and tail still in tact. She was able to shift into her cat form, but not in her true hellcat transformation. She felt entirely weakened; she no longer felt like the monstrous beast she once was back in her own world. Genevote had no idea where she was or knew what happened to her. There was, on the contrary to her dismay, only one thing she could do to get “herself” back: adapt.

The hellcat knew how to make her way into… whatever the hell she just teleported to. Her behavior as a hellcat hasn’t changed, but she was very limited on what she could do now versus then. It didn’t matter, though. She has plans of making her comeback become the great beastly creature she once was. For now, Genevote had a perfect occupation to fit her bloodlust needs: an assassin; take out people that are causing problems for other people. Until then, this is what best suits the hellcat.