Post by Ren Kyoudai on Jun 10, 2009 17:19:50 GMT -5
[REN AMBERLY KYOUDAI]
Alexx Lugosi:[/center]
All around me[/font][/color]
are familiar faces...
FULL NAME: Ren Amberly Kyoudai
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
DATE OF BIRTH: June 22nd
AGE: 17
YEAR: Six
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: Rebellion
WAND TYPE: 10 1/2", Maple, Hippogriff Talon core
Worn out places,
worn out faces...[/font][/color]
LIKES:
!~ Sports
!~ Rain and thunderstorms
!~ Peach juice
!~ Drawing
!~ Late nights
!~ Divination
!~ Guys ((Rawrr))
!~ Attention
!~ A good adrenaline rush
!~ Memories- just reminiscing is fun-
!~ Potions
DISLIKES:
!~ Rats
!~ "Populars"
!~ Blood
!~ Cold showers
!~ Early mornings
!~ Long teaching lessons
!~ Lilies are her favourite flowers
!~ Desperate people
!~ Manipulators
!~ Pain
STRENGTHS:
!~ Athletic
!~ Tactical
!~ Witty
!~ Determined
!~ Leader skills
WEAKNESSES:
!~ Judgmental
!~ Bossy
!~ Negative
!~ Competitive
!~ Blunt
PATRONUS:
Coyote
PERSONALITY:
Ren is a very simple person, she gets very moody and her body language expresses her emotions. She is very competitive, especially when it comes to sports, and determined not to loose a challenge. She is tactical and rather sarcastic, and has a negatively bossy attitude. Ren rather tends to stay away from the crowds and people don't usually take much notice on her. It is known that she enjoys being in the limelight sometimes and isn't afraid to take on extra attention from other people.
She absolutely loves sports and anything to do with them. To her it is a way to demonstrate her own competitive behaviour and a way to get attention. Even though she isn't the best person in Quidditch, she isn't completely horrible either and usually likes to play beater or a chaser. She doesn't like to take no for an answer and dislikes living in her brother's shadow, a person that she feels that doesn't deserve the praise that he gets from family. Mostly because he is a hard working individual that pushes himself into being the 'best that he can be'.
In her life she had learned many things from what happens in her family life, which installs decent morals and values in herself. Since her self respect is one of the only things that she can still call her own, it's something that she holds dearly and isn't planning on compromising. She is from a pure-blood family and puts that in high regard and doesn't take being looked down upon kindly. Also she has a tendency to be self absorbed and feels that she is pretty much better then a large percentage of... well anyone else. Ren is a person that demands respect and is a ruthlessly blunt individual, but still respects other people's boundaries on occasion. Also, embarrassment isn't really something that affects her very openly, unless someone finds the right angle.
Even though she has several negative characteristics she does believe that picking on people 'lesser' then her is unnecessary. Ren dislikes the 'Royals' because of their immature behaviour towards others about things out of their control like background. Though it is something that she holds high she feels that people should be lower class or she wouldn't be a pure- blood. Her stubborn, determined personality gives her the drive to want to fight the 'other side'. Something that she thinks will be a challenge and something that she can do.
She still is a person that likes to joke around and have a good time. She can get side tracked in her own thoughts and worries about what certain people think of her. Ren enjoys being a heavy flirt and attention from the opposite sex, but she won't knock herself down for a person. Most of the time she feels that first impressions are everything, and usually judges people by those impressions. She doesn't usually care about what house someone is in when she establishes a relationship, but she does still demand a certain amount of respect. She has rapidly changing mood swings and usually pass fairly quickly unless she is egged on.
[/font]
I find it kinda funny,[/font][/color]
I find it kinda sad...[/font][/color]
HAIR/EYES: Black, brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'4", 122lbs
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Ren is a picky person when it comes down to what she likes to wear. When she can wear more casual clothing she usually goes for a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt, topped with a durable jacket. She will never wear heels, anything in her hair, or tight clothing, it slows her down and makes her feel inadequate. She mostly believes that clothing isn't what makes a person great, but what their family background is.
For her general appearance, she has long black hair that length ends at her mid back, that is for the most part, very tangled and wavy. Her eye colour is a nice chocolate brown tone, a gene that she had inherited from her mother. She is very short compared to most of her taller lanky family members, who usually hit a measurement of around 6 feet, and that stands out from the rest. She doesn't have any unusual looks that really make her different from many other people and is rather average. Ren is ashamed of a few of her appearance and traits , mostly the basic 'arm hair is too dark', 'I look fat' and 'I'm such a b*tch and no one loves me'. That and she wears a fair bit of eye make up to cover the tired look around her eyes. She has an athletic, lean build and long nails. Her best physical strength are her legs, she is a very quick moving individual and is used to running around.
[/font]
The dreams in which I'm dying,[/font][/color]
are the best I've ever had...[/font][/color]
PARENTS/GUARDIANS:
Mother; Sirinic Kyoudai, 33
Father; Kenkui Kyoudai, 34
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES:
Brother; Raiden Kyoudai, 18
Half sibling; Kayo, 17
Half sister; Kaya, 16
Half sister; Satou Kyoudai, 5
CHARACTER HISTORY:
She was born in a small town to two teenaged parents of pure- blooded families. Her father continued through school and opened a small clothing store in diagon alley, which had low business because of the 'better' places in town. Kenkui had a constant affair with a muggle woman who ended up being the mother of Ren's half sister and brother. The fighting slowly escalated between her parents, then the divorce that drove the final stake through the family occurred when she was six.
In Ren's family there was always the constant conflict towards her two parents and their opposing ideals. Her mother was one that implanted prideful values and ignorance in her children, teaching them to hold their heads high about their pure- blood. While her father wanted to develop more humble qualities and more empathetic upbringing for his own kids. They both ended up getting their way and Ren became a rather lopsided mixture of the both, pride taking the majority. A trait that was clearly displayed at even the youngest age.
Ren and her brother were put under the care of her mother, and Sirinic always refused to find herself a job. The family lived off of their closest relatives, borrowing money whenever they were in a fix and going off of their father's pay check. The family refused to allow the problems reveal itself to the public and they kept up their high classed charade. Kenkui never had much money for himself either, since Kaya and Kayo's mother left after she found out that he was a wizard. Things didn't start to look up in the family until at around she was about nine years of age when she started to show more prominent signs of magic.
[/font]
I find it hard to tell you,[/font][/color]
I find it hard to take...[/font][/color]
EXPERIENCE: About... 2-3 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None as of now
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: ((From another rp site))
Raythril swiftly walked up the stone steps that lead to the entrance of the proud building. The steps were chilly on the pads of his bare feet, it was something that he could easily ignore but still acknowledged it. He gripped the handle of the large wooden doors and pulled them back. Allowing him to enter the church. He started to make his way through the center of the building, past the pews and their lit up decorates. Straight to his destination, in front of the altar.
It was beautifully decorated, not too complex, yet not painfully simple. He wasn't even one to go into the city like this, but he had to make a trip eventually. It was when he walked by, that he decided that he was going to stop in. He stopped at the floor of the altar, and dropped to the ground. The jingling of the metal objects strung on his jacket stopped after an abrupt clank. Sitting comfortably on top the back of his leg, knees resting on the cold stone floor. He wasn't an extremely religious man, he believed but wasn't a hardcore worshiper, that was for sure. He looked down and a silver coin that was on the ground by the altar caught his eye. Picking off the forgotten piece from the ground, he held it between his thumb and index finger, inspecting it quickly. It didn't look like any currency that he had ever seen, and it was obviously something he had never ran into. Raising an eyebrow, he stuck it into his pocket, telling himself that he should look into it at a later time.
He closed his eyes and let his head bow down. The main reason that he liked places like this was it was calming to him, and it was quiet. It was by far nicer then the busy markets, and the soul broken slaves walking around the place. Sometimes those slaves drove him crazy, he didn't agree with the slave driving, but it wasn't anything to throw a huge fit over. The wild one's where the one's that ticked him off though, no matter how nice you try to be sometimes they just wouldn't listen to what he was saying.
His thoughts were interrupted by a single giggle, he opened his left eye and glanced around the area in his peripheral vision. Which was injured greatly since all his hair was draped over his face. Growling in annoyance, he looked up and brushed his hair back and looked around the floor of the church. He figured that it came from outside, and gently closed his eyes again, and was just about to let his head drop back down when he heard a loud burst of laughter. Raythril's eyes snapped open and looked up, figuring that the noise was coming from upstairs. He folded his arms, and waited, and waited. When it didn't stop he rolled his eyes and heaved back up, the cluttered assortment of metal objects clanged together as he made it back on his feet.
Raythril looked over at the large spiral staircase, and stared his trek into the circular room which it led to. It was full of beams of light that were reflected from the windows, looking very serene in the stone room. Well, it would have been if there wasn't a violently giggling little noise maker in the room anyway. He glanced around, not finding anything that could be even remotely hilarious, unless she snapped. 'The church should have her exorcised' He thought to himself, honestly thinking that the brunette was insane. Actually attempting to get out of that area before she took notice of him was the plan of the moment.
It was beautifully decorated, not too complex, yet not painfully simple. He wasn't even one to go into the city like this, but he had to make a trip eventually. It was when he walked by, that he decided that he was going to stop in. He stopped at the floor of the altar, and dropped to the ground. The jingling of the metal objects strung on his jacket stopped after an abrupt clank. Sitting comfortably on top the back of his leg, knees resting on the cold stone floor. He wasn't an extremely religious man, he believed but wasn't a hardcore worshiper, that was for sure. He looked down and a silver coin that was on the ground by the altar caught his eye. Picking off the forgotten piece from the ground, he held it between his thumb and index finger, inspecting it quickly. It didn't look like any currency that he had ever seen, and it was obviously something he had never ran into. Raising an eyebrow, he stuck it into his pocket, telling himself that he should look into it at a later time.
He closed his eyes and let his head bow down. The main reason that he liked places like this was it was calming to him, and it was quiet. It was by far nicer then the busy markets, and the soul broken slaves walking around the place. Sometimes those slaves drove him crazy, he didn't agree with the slave driving, but it wasn't anything to throw a huge fit over. The wild one's where the one's that ticked him off though, no matter how nice you try to be sometimes they just wouldn't listen to what he was saying.
His thoughts were interrupted by a single giggle, he opened his left eye and glanced around the area in his peripheral vision. Which was injured greatly since all his hair was draped over his face. Growling in annoyance, he looked up and brushed his hair back and looked around the floor of the church. He figured that it came from outside, and gently closed his eyes again, and was just about to let his head drop back down when he heard a loud burst of laughter. Raythril's eyes snapped open and looked up, figuring that the noise was coming from upstairs. He folded his arms, and waited, and waited. When it didn't stop he rolled his eyes and heaved back up, the cluttered assortment of metal objects clanged together as he made it back on his feet.
Raythril looked over at the large spiral staircase, and stared his trek into the circular room which it led to. It was full of beams of light that were reflected from the windows, looking very serene in the stone room. Well, it would have been if there wasn't a violently giggling little noise maker in the room anyway. He glanced around, not finding anything that could be even remotely hilarious, unless she snapped. 'The church should have her exorcised' He thought to himself, honestly thinking that the brunette was insane. Actually attempting to get out of that area before she took notice of him was the plan of the moment.
[/font]
