ADRIENNE CORDOVA ,

ARE YOU A VOID OR ABYSS PERSON?

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♯ 005251981        —        an independent ( friends-focused ) original character based in the world of gen v. will not follow non-gen v / the boys blogs first. iconless. 21+

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don't be a weirdo <3 I prioritize my friends and plotted threads. the easiest way to start something (other than reaching out via im) is to send in prompts

addy was originally established in 2023, prior to season 2 of gen v. I have yet to figure out how I want to proceed with ... that

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addy "I am everyone and everything I have ever known and I am absolutely no one" cordova

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there is a disjointed quality to the recognition of a person she knows, and yet knows nothing of her. parasocial, cate had tried to teach her, illuminating the lines between the interpersonal and the audience, but addy had failed to see the point in it. at whim, she could know the deepest parts of a person and still remain a stranger; she didn’t really know anyone, so what was the point in qualifying it?

the only difference between queen maeve and any other body she could take was that vought wanted her to be known, plastering her face on any conceivable surface. and that she made no attempt to hide her annoyance at adrienne's every question.

“there's quotas nowadays for everything, doing good included,” @queensupe says, evidently unfazed by this particular absurdity.

adrienne frowned, skeptical of this flippant explanation.

“how do you quantify good?”

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it’s the first time @bloodbenda has spoken in what feels like a long time, but an hour could just as easily have been a minute as far as addy, so accustomed to being made to wait, was concerned.

“aren’t you afraid of feeling lonely?” she asks, and addy feels the peculiarity of it tug at the ends of her mouth.

she knew fear with a primordial intimacy—the body’s instinctive desire to preservice itself—but loneliness had never factored into it. she feared pain, in the mundane way that all of god’s creatures surely had. she feared death. and she feared uselessness, as the inevitable predecessor of both. loneliness, perhaps because she’d never known an alternative, had never occurred to her as something to be feared.

was this something marie was afraid of?

“do you have many friends?” she asks instead. her head softly cocks to the side, eyes lighting on the other woman.

[notmorbid]

ghosts.

dialogue prompts from ghosts: edith wharton's gothic tales.

i shall never leave.

no one is allowed to visit the house.

death is everywhere, isn't it?

you never did have your wits about you.

i'm not as old as you might suppose.

i'd like to settle down somewhere in the country.

so you decided on the _____, after all.

where does that door go to, behind the curtain?

there are a great many things in old houses that nobody knows about.

if we wait long enough, someone will turn up.

this whole place is a tomb.

i almost envy your fate.

there's no harm in giving people a little encouragement when they need it.

no matter what happens, i've got to risk my punishment.

as long as i've never repented, there's no use telling a priest, is there?

a sin unrevealed is a sin uncommitted.

there's nothing too good for you, in my opinion.

when you try to help too many people at once, the devil sometimes takes note of it.

there's quotas nowadays for everything, doing good included.

tell me, and it will help you.

i've always had a way of seeing things.

all i ask is to be left alone.

money's an armor, and there's few cracks in it.

some things don't have to be told.

it's the sorrowing that's made me old before my time.

your room's as cold as death.

i was mad ever to doubt you.

how did you manage to get it?

you must tell me how i can repay you.

there's a side of ____ you don't see.

you know how i hate to be uncomfortable.

i need to restore my faith in human nature.

i've never felt more normal.

i really believed there was a chance for ____.

you are too beautifully brave.

i think you'd better not be an ass.

what's the matter? why don't you answer?

a quiet place ought to be the very thing for you.

if you go careful, you'll be alright.

aren't you afraid of feeling lonely?

it makes me sick, what ladies must endure and hold their tongues about.

i was never quite easy in my mind.

i don't mind the country.

come out and let me see you. don't just stand there and lurk.

some dreadful thing hangs over you.

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where exactly in the taxonomy of the world (her. world?) @bloodbenda falls—friend or foe?—remained undetermined. a blind spot where none should exist. she was every edge appropriate of someone backed into a corner; a bigger bite than cate ever showed her, but kinder still. hers is a warmth vought can't seem to manufacture right when the world was only four walls big.

it's this kindness addy listens for now. hopes that she hears (however muddled). but hers is a demand, an order, enshrouded in an open hand extended, the implication of some yet unacknowledged consequence teetering at its edges.

"tell me," she says, "and it will help you."

adrienne purses her lips in quiet thought before answering, "help me how?" what are you afraid of, marie? she could imagine the answer, that encroaching threat amongst a hundred other paths sprawled between them, but few led in a direction she knew how to navigate.

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they remind her of insects: hundreds of infinitesimal pinpoints scurrying out onto the pavement in a spill of muddled color. she watches the writhing packs with careful interest as they tail off from all directions to duck into an open door, a waiting cab, an alley just out of eyeline. afternoon foot-traffic.

if she concentrated, adrienne could skim certain thoughts—who was running late; whose morning went better than the others; who was hungry; who was tired. she could smell faint approximations of the autumn air, the sickly sweet undercurrent of food debris and rain-rotted greenery. sweat and cologne and artificial pine air freshener. nausea twists at her stomach and she pulls back from the window, smoothing her clammy palms along her thighs.

"what do you think they're talking about?" she said. her voice is not quite her own, tangling in itself as it rambled into the upward lift of a question. adrienne turns to regard the suited man, head softly canted.

black noir struck her as a funny name—redundant (and repetitive!)—in his suit and helmet, he reminded her of a soldier. a blunt instrument of force [but wasn't she, too, just that? albeit, wrapped in a softer package].

@spooksupe

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LEGAL NAME. Adrienne Cordova-Paz. ↪ "Addy"; "honey", "sweetie", "tulip", the faux-sweet language of pastries and flowers. ALIAS. [unofficially] Revenant — all early concepts for a branded identity were abandoned due to poor reception from test audiences and Adrienne remained a covert asset of Vought. SPECIES. super-abled human. GENDER. afab woman. SEXUALITY. bisexual. DATE OF BIRTH. December 14th PLACE OF BIRTH. Dunedin, Florida CITIZENSHIP. stateless HERITAGE. Mexican-American

By all official accounts, Adrienne Cordova died at the age of eight of a congenital heart defect she inherited from her father; the Vought asset bearing her name exists in no legitimate legal capacity.

POWERS. super-human durability, enhanced cellular regeneration, possession/bodyjacking

BASIC INFO.

a second generation immigrant on her mother side and third on her father's, adrienne's was a household than emphasized american assimilation, deeply fracturing her connection to her mexican heritage. a tie that grew even frailer with her upbringing under vought.

injected as an infant, addy's abilities when unnoticed for two years before her mother noted the correlation between her daughter's fainting spells - previously diagnosed as chronic syncope - and significant changes in the behaviors of her friends and brother in her immediate presence. when pressed on the issue, addy communicated as best as she could these possession-like spells.

out of fear, her parents eventually surrendered her to vought.

addy was raised in the facility beneath godolkin university known anecdotally as "the woods" and trained as an asset of vought, who used her abilities to influence, and even assassinate, people in and out of the company structure.

subsequently, her socialization is very stilted; she understands, to a point, how to emulate the behaviors and speech-patterns of others top evade detection but does not have a solid sense of self beyond what has been shaped by her relationships within the woods.

by the events of season 1, addy is twenty-two years old.

she has an incredibly scattered understanding of pop culture — largely shaped by what those around her choose to share, she voraciously read any and every thing guards and doctors snuck her.

she, for a short time, escaped during the campus battle, but, feeling untethered and uncertain where else she could go, returned to vought custody not long after.