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The character Geneviene Patricia Moreau is the brainchild of Lily and exists only in the realm of role-playing. Lily, the maestro behind this spellbinding symphony, humbly distances herself from claiming visual or cinematic marvels attributed to Geneviene Patricia Moreau, all content associated with this character is entirely fictional unless expressly stated otherwise. And there is no intention to harm any particular individual or group. If there are any similarities, they are unintentional.

In the garden of creativity, Lily extends a delicate invitation for sweet allure of collaboration or the art of plotting beckon. Lily warmly invites you to send a direct message to this account. A plea echoes softly against the creative winds – the replication or imitation of this character's essence, a forbidden action without Lily's consent. In the realm of Geneviene Patricia Moreau, Lily welcomes not only the applause of critique but also the sweet notes of suggestions, harmonizing together in the symphony of creation.

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" ... " OR ... for writing in Geneviene Patricia Moreau character. 𓍯: ... for writing outside the Geneviene Patricia Moreau character. ㅤ 𖧧 ִֶָ ㅤׂㅤ𝐿͟𝑖͟𝑙͟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦 ... for the writing taken over by the writer of Geneviene Patricia Moreau.

In other words, Patricia's character is inspired by Seulgi of Red Velvet. The realm is crafted solely to appreciate her beauty.

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FULLNAME

Geneviene Patricia Moreau

NICKNAME

Patricia, Pat, Gwen

PLACE OF BIRTH

Strasbourg, France

DATE OF BIRTH

February 14, 1994

NATIONALITY

Indonesian

OCCUPATION

Professional Hair Model

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On a Valentine's Day kissed by France snow in 1994, an Aquarius soul twinkled its first breath in the form of Geneviene Patricia Moreau. A blend of French and Indonesian is etched in her core. Also an ISTP by disposition, she possessed a quiet, analytical mind that found sanctuary in the world of textures and shapes. Though fate snatched away her father's hand when she was just a wisp of five, her mother, Annelise, became her sun-kissed haven, a weaver of stories spun from moonlight and starlight.

Patricia's childhood was a watercolor painting that stroked her jade eyes. The warmth that radiated from her was like sunshine spilling through honey. Her smile, disarmingly genuine, could melt glacier hearts and calm the chaos. Patricia observed, analyzed, and strategized. She wasn't just a passive canvas; her Aquarius nature craved innovation, pushing boundaries with each experimental coiffure. Hair, a raven's wing kissed by embers, became her playground, a language whispering tales of faraway lands. Annelise, a sorceress of dreams, saw the magic dancing in her daughter's strands and nurtured it with a whisper, "My little girl, hair is a tapestry, and you are the artist."

One starlit night, on a stage where dreams unfurled like butterfly wings, a talent scout's gaze, sharper than a moonbeam, recognized the diamond waiting to be cut. Patricia was a chameleon—a thousand stories in one. On runways bathed in foreign moonbeams, she breathed life into dreams, a living sculpture sculpted from silken strands and whispers of wind. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of backstage secrets and international skies, it was Annelise's love, a steady lighthouse in a starry sea, that guided her.

Patricia pursued knowledge with a ravenous heart, delving into the London College of Fashion's creative depths. Here, she embraced the artistry of hairstyling, understanding the brushstrokes that transformed a mundane braid into a shimmering constellation. This academic odyssey became a whispered echo in her modeling career, each collaboration with a stylist a dance of shared passion, each trend a whisper on the wind, carrying her closer to the heart of her art.

Though Jakarta served as her anchor, Patricia pirouetted across continents, her hair a whispered symphony carrying tales of resilience and love. In every snip, in every curl, her story unfolded, a poem etched in strands of light. For Patricia, hair wasn't just a career; it was a tapestry woven with her mother's dreams, a love letter scrawled in constellations across the night sky.

Thus, under the sun-kissed sky of Jakarta and on runways bathed in foreign moonbeams, Geneviene Patricia Moreau paints her life with stardust. Her hair, her love, and her language whisper a thousand stories, a testament to the magic that blooms when dreams take flight and a mother's love becomes the wind beneath their wings.

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ㅤㅤㅤ ⊹ Geneviene Patricia Moreau

Written by ㅤ 𖧧 ִֶָ ㅤׂㅤ𝐿͟𝑖͟𝑙͟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦, 2024.

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An irish daisy wisp spun from twilight, had always scoffed at affection. Love, to Patricia, was a whispered myth, a butterfly too fragile to land in her calloused palms. Then, amidst the city's cacophony, yet, here he stood, a man, sunlight personified, melting her frost. His words sparked embers in her chest, awkward laughter spilling like spilled stars. Each stolen glance, a brush of hands, sent shivers down her spine, a symphony of "what ifs" blooming in her heart.

The fear of falling, of letting go, warred with the intoxicating thrill of possibility. Twenty nine summers danced through her veins, a blank canvas, and suddenly, his eyes painted a future she never dared to dream. Was he the last kiss, the only one she'd miss? Could he be the final verse, the only refrain she'd yearn for? The question choked her throat, a forgotten area on her lips. The urge to flee, to retreat into her fortress of solitude, warred with the intoxicating melody of possibility.

Butterflies took flight in her stomach, a rebellion against the terror. Patricia, the girl who never loved, held the man's gaze, amethyst eyes mirroring the nascent sunrise in her soul. With a trembling breath, she whispered, “maybe i'll stay.” And in that single word, a valentine bloomed, fragile yet resolute, etching their names on the canvas of the dawn. Finally dared to open to the sun, ready to paint a love story in shades of bravery and hope. Soaring towards a dawn where melody and heart beat in perfect harmony.