Born and raised ony Planet Lyon, a quite rural planet if compared to Ille de France, or Marne, Geneviève, as daughter of two wealthy landowners, enjoyed one of the most comfortable lives a child could have hoped for. Geneviève had always felt a certain sense of pride about her surroundings, the people, and Gallia as a whole — a feeling that was only strengthened when she became old enough to accompany her father around Gallic space on numerous occasions. Witnessing how beautiful, how sublime it all seemed, Geneviève made a choice: She would join the Royal Navy once she was old enough and do her utmost to ensure Gallia would get its place in the sun. After all: Those pesky tea drinkers of Bretonia and the traitors of the Council were hardly a challenge for His Majesty's mighty fleets, according to the news.

Once of sufficient age, Geneviève left her family on Lyon to seek her dream, knowing that they were proud of her. During the time spent in the educational system, Geneviève had met a charming young boy and everything pointed towards them getting married at some point, which they eventually did in 730 A.G.S.. Balancing being a soldier of His Majesty and family proved to be too much for them, however, and their relationship broke up mere two years later. Geneviève would later be part of the assault and takeover of Leeds and be stationed planetside to suppress domestic backlash against the Crown. Enmity against the foreign conquerors was abound, however, and so it came like it had to when Geneviève and a handful of other soldiers were ambushed by local terrorists. With two killed and three more wounded, one of which being Geneviève, she suffered a leg injury that had her be deemed unfit to continue active duty planetside. Feeling like there was little she could do about it and with transfer to His Majesty's spaceborne forces denied, Geneviève now travels Sirius with no real destination in mind, hoping that she might one day become of use again for Gallia, although given her age, she has her doubts.

Her arrival had been quiet. Not really intending to draw much attention, Geneviève tried to keep a low profile, simply wanting to take in the sights, though this proved to be more difficult than expected. In hindsight, she was pretty convinced that taking a Gallic vessel had been more of an eye-catcher than she had thought. To her, these ships were an everyday sight, but she had neglected to consider that the same couldn't be said for Sirians. To say that Geneviève earned scorn because of her heritage was an understatement, and if she was being fair to herself, she knew she deserved it, considering the things she had done in the name of the Crown on Leeds.

An outsider might have found it funny that the first bit of hospitality that Genviève found was extended by the Maltese. While wandering around the barren system of Tau-37, Gen encountered a woman called Enma Loyola, who at first didn't seem at all fond of the presence of a Gallic woman so close to Maltese space. Unaware that Enma was infected, or what an infectee actually was, Gen managed to talk Enma out of the idea that she was with the Gallic crown, which technially hadn't been untrue. Mollified, Enma offered Gen a place to stay on Malta, which Gen mistook as a friendly gesture. Time and the trace amounts of Cardamine present in all things on Malta did their work and soon, Gen, who hadn't been aware that Malta had a tendency to not let people leave like that, found herself dependent on the orange grass that grew nearly everywhere on the planet. Not being someone to cry over spilt milk, Gen took it a step further and offered her work as mercenary to the National Council of Malta and henceforth made a living by persecuting and destroying the enemies of the Nacion.

If questioned about herself, it would likely become quite evident that Gen was a quite undemanding person, and the current arrangement of living seemed quite alright to her. With the intention of hunting Core pilots, Gen entered the relatively far away system of Omicron Delta one day and found a woman of the IRG. Melissa di Ravello, so her name, offered her a small escort job, since she was conducting research in the neighboring system, and with Gen not being someone to decline easy money, she accepted, not knowing where exactly that crazy researcher was actually headed. The following trip into the Nomad Worlds was painful for Gen, as they seemed to have taken a sadistic pleasure in conjuring up taunting visions of Gen's former life as a soldier on Leeds, her broken marriage and by now probably re-married husband. With the help of the other escorts, Melissa of the IRG managed to bring Gen out of the system before something worse happened, but the encounter with the Nomads left a deep-seated fear of them within Gen. These creatures were mighty, fickle, wrathful — godlike. From that moment forth, Gen knew what God was like, and he wanted to destroy her.

With this in mind, Gen returned to Malta, deeply shaken and started to look for answers, which eventually led her to the members of the Cult of Sirius operating on Malta. Mystified by their words, but enthralled by the prospect of being with, rather than against the 'Spirits', it did not take long for Gen to decide to join their ranks. Soon afterwards, she was contacted by Enma again, and Gen learned that she actually was with the Cult, as an Exarch. She expressed her delight at Gen's 'progress' and offered her a place within the ranks of the National Council, which granted Gen the status as honorary citizen of Malta. Grateful for this, Gen felt only confirmed in her belief to have done the right thing by coming to Malta and joining the Cult. From this moment forth, Gen tried to integrate herself as much as possible into Maltese culture, going so far as to take on a latinized version of her own name, Marietta Mercante. Proving to be a valuable asset to Enma Loyola's attempt to steer Maltese politics into a desired direction for the Nomads, she induced Gen into the Corsica Intelligence Division, a StaSi-esque institution devoted to ensuring the stability of Malta by any means necessary as well as ascertaining a neutral stance with the Slomon K'Hara. Given that Gen was by now ensnared by the Cult's ideology, she seemed like a perfect choice for the job.

With the betrayal of the former Administrator of the CID, Rosa Veraz and the Lane Hackers demanding that Enma resign from her seat as Councilwoman, Enma elevated Gen, practically with her dying breath of political power, into the rank of Administrator of the CID, not because Gen was particularly qualified, but rather because Enma could be certain the Gen would keep the institution in a pro-Nomad mindset. The rapid increase in actual power that Gen could wield at any given time was nigh unto intoxicating to her, and the fact that she received half of the former Administrator's owned land on Malta only further increased this feeling of superiority. Granted, the President of the National Council Cristina Martelli only decreed this partition of land to insult the former Administrator, but it wasn't like Gen particularly cared at this point.

The following months were, she dared say, nice — almost comfortable. With a firm network of connections within the Church of Sirius and through the CID itself, Gen found herself able to exercise a surprising amount of power, which she found to be immensely satisfying. Using these possibilities, she was able to ascertain malicious intent within a competing Outcast group that had been turning more and more hostile towards them, with the reveal of Enma's infection by the hands of the Lane Hackers. Gen didn't mind that as much. After all, it was her job to play dirty when it came to enemies of the Nación. Up until this day, Gen does not know whether this organisation had actually been malicious or whether the evidence she had dredged up had simply seemed this way. At the end of the day, however, it did not matter. They had to disappear because they had been adverse to Enma, and by extension the Nomads, whom Gen still served dutifully up until this point.

Stoic and with a pathological disdain for humankind, however, those who were touched by the Nomads in some way rarely came out of it unscathed, and the same was true for Geneviève. Maybe it was a subjective thing. Maybe some people were just generally weaker minded than others, but for her, the simple proximity to them caused her extreme stress, as she could never be sure whether they were poking around in her head or not. To her, her thoughts were her sanctum, the only place that had always truly belonged to her, and it was being invaded by them. As a result, Gen soon developed the habit of trying not to think too much and act on whims, as she feared that every step, every action she could take would otherwise be able to be predicted by them, and if they were being predicted, who was to say she was not being controlled already, and everything set in stone for her?

It ended fairly quickly. Probably because they had gotten fed up with her laissez-faire attitude, Gen soon found herself ousted from the Church. Whereas it had at least given her something to cling to, although it might not have been healthy for her at all, Gen again found herself confronted with the gaping abyss that was hopelessness, the lack of a drive to do anything. With the means of the Church gone, her means of effectively doing her job within the CID declined, as Gen had also never really been one for education. At the end of the day, she had been a tool utilized by Enma, although Gen did realize that she was completely at the mercy of the red haired woman and depended on her for her future on Malta. At least the lack of interaction with the Church, and by extension the aliens allowed Gen to recuperate some of her dwindling mental health, something that would be dearly needed soon.

In a surprising raid on the system of Lorraine, a Gallic luxury liner by the name of Calliope was captured and brought to Malta. Securing the vessel on Valetta, the crew well on their way to be processed for the slave markets on Malta, destiny shone upon Gen's head as the heir to the Gallic throne Charlotte DeFrance was aboard the ship — just like that. Although Gen believed, in hindsight, that her reaction had been exaggerated, she had Charlotte sedated and brought to Corsica as a price to Enma, more or less to show that she was not useless still, it was not quite received as intended.

Gen had insulted the honor of royalty. In a move that was more inspired by politics than actual malice, Enma promised Charlotte that Gen would be punished, and so she was. There are stories told in dark corners around Sirius that speak of the superb brutality of Maltese slavers, to keep the livestork in line. If Gen ever heard one of these, she would think back of how much a whip could rend flesh from her back and nod, silently. There was no need to relive this. The first night afterwards was the worst, she felt. She had not been allowed to get medical help for the inflicted wounds that had been inflicted upon her over the course of what seemed like hours. Sleep did not come easy when the flesh of one's back was raw to the air. The day afterwards, she got the message that her occupation within the CID was over and that it was to be disbanded.