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    Peter copyrighted the star, and now he owns the claim
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    GIGI
    GLAMOUR
    ˃Deceivingly enchanting,
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    ˃Robo-Bitch >:(
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    But a star is still a star by any other name
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  • ⍣A Star in Space⍣
    All I ever wanted was the world

    Warning!
    The following biography contains brief mention and reference to material some may find disturbing, such as: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, murder, desecration of a body, and stalking. If any of that is something you may find upsetting, I advise you not to read Gigi's bio. Here is a super brief summary instead: Gigi was a washed-up movie star who was murdered and had her conscience transferred into a robot. She now works with an overseeing organization in space, where she has been assigned role of commissioner and watcher.


    Gigi is an extremely rare specimen, for she is one of the few beings to have existed in the Old World before it met its first death. This information is locked securely away, inaccessible to all; however, it may be clear through her mannerisms, that Gigi came from an era entirely different than that of the present. Despite supposedly having her memory wiped (the process failed, but those working with her did not realize this), Gigi still retains some memories from her time on the Old World. She speaks little of them, however.

    It was clear from the moment she was born, Gigi Divinity Glamour was made for the spotlight. She wanted to be seen- wanted to be acknowledged by the world. She craved the universe's attention, and she shamelessly made that known. Her entrance into the world was quite the scene, with all her screaming and crying. She could not be silenced. She refused to be. It was an annoying trait for an infant to have, but in the years to follow it would become a desirable one. A loud voice was a strong one. It turned heads- which was really the whole intention, from the moment Gigi was conscious enough to develop her own thoughts. Despite her headstrong personality, Gigi was not a difficult child. She just knew what she wanted out of life. At a very young age, Gigi's mother made her into a Pageant Child. This kickstarted the toddling stars love for the stage. Soon Gigi went from amateur pageants to teenage modeling gigs; before finally landing herself a contract with a small movie studio, in early adulthood. Oh, but that contract was just the beginning- the beginning of the rest of her life. The silver screen called to her. She was entranced by its siren song. Finally, the mainstream media would find her. And they loved her. Well, the idea of her. Outside of the glam, lights, and heavy makeup, she was nothing. But she didn't know that, and her fans failed to acknowledge it.

    Gigi was hot stuff for her time, dominating the decade. Women wanted to be her, men wanted to be with her. Everyone in between could agree that she was the greatest creature to ever walk their Earth. And it went on like this for awhile. Gigi had achieved what she always dreamed of. She was honest-to-god, living. Or so she truly believed. How wrong she was.

    Life for Gigi only truly began on the day she died.

    Fame had garnered an intense fan base- and not an entirely sane one at that. With every bunch is a few bad apples, but none so rotten as the one that would claim Gigi as his greatest fixation. Things had begun spiraling for the young star after a comfortable time in the limelight. Depression took her. She found the temporary comforts drugs and partying could provide. For a price, they could fill her void- that aching, hollow spot in her chest. It worked for awhile- this sick addiction- but it was a temporary fix for a long-term problem. It was when she was most vulnerable, tragedy struck.

    One night after a manic breakdown at a party, Gigi took a ride. It was the last she would ever be seen alive by the simple people of her former world. Sobbing and amess she fled, her foot on the pedal, her mind addled with the numbing toxins that had failed to do their job. She didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to be gone. Away from all the cameras and the ugly gawking faces. For once she wished to step out of the limelight. Have a chance to lead a normal life. A chance at a brand new start. Maybe right the wrongs in her short-lived life of glamor. Whether or not these thoughts were serious, would remain unclear. She would never have a chance to reflect on them.

    Her panicked haze brought her to an empty road- what she thought was an empty road. The beam of headlights flickering on behind her was unexpected. She slowed her vehicle to a stop so the other car could pass. She sat there for some time waiting, but it would not pass. Headlights blinked on and off. The slow purr of an engine crept through the silence of the night. The car began to move. Slow at first, but as it crept closer to her own vehicle, it began to speed up. It would ram her tail light, busting it. The impact sent Gigi into a shock as she reeled forward in the driver's seat. Must be some asshole kid, she had thought. Or maybe just an accident.

    It was no accident. The attack was very much planned. Much to Gigi's horror. The realization hit her like a brick when the assaulting vehicle backed up in preparation for another hit. Heel on the gas pedal, and knuckles white on the steering wheel, the woman prepared herself for a fight.

    Gigi was being stalked weeks prior to this encounter. She had suspicions and had even gone to the authorities, but nothing could be done about the issue. For all they knew she could have been acting out for attention. It wasn't worth their time to investigate. And maybe, if someone had looked into the issue, Gigi could have been saved. But the fates, cruel creatures as they are, had bigger plans for the star in the afterlife.

    Though she tried her best to outdrive her attacker, Gigi's attempts to evade him would ultimately fail. A final ram in the side would turn her car into a metal coffin. Just like that her light was snuffed, and her body stolen away. Quite literally. But this did not mark the end for Gigi. Rather, it was a beginning.

    Without a corpse present at the scene of the crash, Gigi's murder was brushed off as an intentional disappearance by the public eye. They thought it to be a cry for attention from the actress, or perhaps an opportunity to slip out of her fading limelight. The public would never know the truth. They all figured their beloved star had vanished- booked a vacation one day and decided to leave her life of luxury behind in the flaming remains of a convertible. What fools they were. In a matter of years, everyone forgot about the woman they regarded as a god on the silver screen. What was once loved, was now just a paper-thin memory. Gigi Glamour? That old star? Yeah. Whatever happened to her?

    So, who was this body-snatcher? This scum? His name was of no importance. Nor was his story, or purpose. He was a scientist, and frankly, that was the only important aspect of him. And he loved Gigi. But he knew he would never be able to have her. Not the way she was. See, this scientist had been working behind his employer's back- working on something he referred to as a "passion project". It was a sick exercise of obsession. He had been making a robot in secret. Fully functional and an exact physical replica of the star he so loved. She was going to love him. She had to. When he came back to his lab, Gigi's body in tow, he would finally be able to finish his creation. Gigi's conscience would be transferred into the new metal shell. And while the transfer was a success, things did not go entirely as planned. The man failed to consider that Gigi's mind would remain unchanged. She would never accept him.

    Having seen her limp husk, and the... thing that she now was, Gigi was sent into a rage. Her life was not the only one taken that day. Hours later, the body of her creator was found by a few of his coworkers. And the culprit? She was nearby, wailing, cradling her own body. The body she had been stolen from.

    Gigi acted with aggression when others began arriving at the scene, and was dispatched immediately before she could attempt any further harm. Engineers shut her down and proceeded to confiscate her. Not wanting to destroy Gigi, since doing so would be a waste of valuable parts and equipment, government officials took her in for study with the intention of putting her to work under their eye. She was later taken to bigger operations and eventually made her way into an overseeing organization in space, where she would be placed permanently.

    When Gigi woke up from her artificial slumber, the world that she knew was gone. Eviscerated, like her own legacy. Yet it now crawled with the energy of something new. She had her clean slate. But for what price?

    I can't help that I need it all; the primadonna life, the rise and fall

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    Just not a super one
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    ADORATION
    ✦Attention..
    ✦Reminiscing
    ✦Fashion....
    ✦Cleanliness
    ✦Jewlery....
    ✦Gemstones..
    ✦Power......
    ✦Luxury.....
    ✦Stage......
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    DISGUST
    ✦Nonsense...
    ✦Scientists.
    ✦Filth......
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    ✦Water......
    ✦Magnets....
    ✦Mundaneness
    ✦Engineers..
    ✦Loss.......
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    What is the difference? Presentation!

    Although she is entirely artificial physically, Gigi is still very much mortal at her core. She has retained human wants, (and needs) as well as emotions. This would be her biggest flaw, and effectively become her Achilles heel.

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    • Age: Who's keeping track anymore?
    • Gender: I'm a woman baby, can't you tell? (Female)
    • Race: Robot. Completely sentient with full autonomy.
    • Alignment: Lawful Evil towing on chaotic territory [but leans more towards neutral, she has morals but she is very self-serving]
    • Personality: Haughty, Dramatic, Vain, Gaudy, Above it All, Diva, Nostalgic, Spiteful, Materialistic, Fractured
    • Bodytype: Hourglass
    • Height: 5'8"
    • Weight: What a rude thing to ask a lady
    • Complexion: Smooth, Unblemished, Pearlescent
    • Hair: Purple, permanently styled. Style is similar to Monroe's pageboy hair from the 50's. Formerly blonde when she was human.
    • Eyes: Electrifying Blue
    • Handedness: Ambidextrous
    • Orientation: Irrelevant. Straight when alive and human, aroace presently. Still has an eye for men though, but no desire to be with them.
    • Gait: Prideful, with a trained model-like walk. She moves with purpose and her head held high.
    • Scent: Smells of electricity, powdered makeup, expensive perfumes and floral potpourri; in an effort to hide the faint sent of metal and machine lubricant.
    • Hex Color for Speaking: #75116A
    • Voice: Punctual and dramatic. Tuned clearly for the stage. Rich, and objectively snobbish with an old-world way of speaking. Despite her physical predicament, it has no robotic quality. In fact, it has remained eerily human