Post by REN MCORMICK on Jan 15, 2012 13:00:41 GMT -5
Ren Mcarney
human
human
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FULL NAME: Ren Mcormick
NICKNAMES/ALIAS: Ren
AGE: 18
BIRTHDAY: 1993
BIRTHPLACE: Southern Georgia
OCCUPATION: College student
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
LOYALTY: Rebellion
SPECIES: Human
REGISTERED?: No
FACE: Kevin Bacon
EYE COLOR: Hazel
SKIN TONE: Fair
HAIR COLOR: Peanut butter bronze (is that even a hair color?)
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 240 lbs.
FASHION STYLE: Jeans and T-shirt or shirt like in the picture.
APPEARANCE: Ren has a more thin build, but his upper body is very very strong. He has a sweet face that is usually marred by an almost angry and determined emotion. The look of him makes girls remember him and parents not want their little girl to be with a troublemaker like him.
FAVORITE HOBBY/ACTIVITY: He is one of the rare male cheer leaders, rock climbing, football
PERSONAL STRENGTHS: He is fit, he is well-rounded in the athletic department,
PERSONAL WEAKNESSES: He is in dire need of more smarts, he has a short temper, doesn't like to swim
QUIRKS/HABITS: He rarely makes eye contact
FEARS: Dying, snakes
WISHES: To become a professional cheerleader or cheer coach
SECRETS: Nope
PERSONALITY: If Ren was an element, he would be fire. He can help and harm on a whim, and his temper is like a fire. He has a relatively short temper that takes a while to flare up, but when it does Hell will break loose. He was raised to be a gentleman and he is almost never rude towards girls, but if they make him mad he can become nasty.
He is volatile because of the problem with his dad, but that only shows when he is drinking or very pissed, and a fight can happen if his antagonist is a dude. Ren is a rebel and breaks rules just for the joy of breaking them. The underage drinking law is one of his favorites to break, along with the smoking law. He is the badass guy that makes girls like him and parents want him to get the hell away from their daughters.
MOTHER: Lori|40|Human|Cheer coach|Alive
FATHER: Chris |44|Human|Unknown|Unknown
SIBLING(S): NA
OTHERS: Nope
PET(S): Nope
HISTORY: Ren was raised in a very religious town. If you didn't go to church you would be shunned by everyone, even the children. Ren never got why everyone was so uptight and proper, and he never got to find out because his family moved away to Chicago when he was ten. He became a party animal and hated everything about school except the dance class and gym team. Those were the only areas where he shined. At age thirteen he went to the the Championship with his team and won. He was the best and most well-rounded gymnast on the team, until Autumn came. Autumn was as good as him and maybe a bit better. Those two fought viciously through Junior High and to Ren's Freshman year in high school. Autumn moved away then and Ren was put back on his place at the top.
Ren and his family moved to Falcon Creek and he had to start all over in this new place. Again, only dance and gymnastics kept him in school. He went to the National Championship and won. He met up with Autumn again and found out that she had gotten worse from drugs and was very easy to beat. He got to go to the championship because he kept a C average in school. He never got any of the classes and thinks that they are useless. In his Junior year his father left with another woman and left him and his mother alone. That filled Ren with a lot of anger and made him volatile for a while.
Ren found out about the Rebellion and has joined them to help get freedom for the supernaturals. He has found an outlet for his anger towards a lot of the world and has started to mend his poor heart.
REACTION/FEELINGS TOWARDS SUPERNATURALS: You are a person, not an animal to be caged.
MENTIONABLE BELONGINGS: A blue pickup truck.
OTHER: Uh.... nope
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Ren breathed in the through the cigarette in his mouth as he lounged against the side of his car in the middle of the woods. He held a beer in his other hand and took a swig of it as he let the silver smoke drift out of his mouth. The alcohol loosened is mind and picked the lock that held the imaginary door closed. Behind the mental door was all his anger and hate that he felt. His father had just left. The anger washed over his body like a noxious wave and a shudder ripped through his whole being. He threw his empty bottle against a tree and walked over to the door of his truck. He got in and started up the monster. Then, he saw the music player in the back seat and turned off the roaring beast. He grabbed it and his pack of CDs that lay next to it. He opened his door and walked to the hood with angry and eager steps. He plopped the player down and started rifling through his pack of discs. He found the one he was looking for and placed it almost tenderly in the player. He yanked off his jacket and the sleeveless undershirt under it was revealed to the world.
He walked to the very center of the clearing he was in and closed his eyes. The song started and the steady and almost soothing beat was fuel to his internal fire. He started to move to the beat and then he was free. He leaped and whirled all over the clearing. His movements radiated with the anger and fire that was burning him inside. Oh, he was free, free, free. That wondrous feeling shattered when he heard a snicker and muffled laugh from a bush and was immediately mortified. He had been seen doing ballet.
ALIAS: Firefox