Post by renate on Jun 9, 2012 0:04:55 GMT -5
Renate Estelle Moreau
Out of Character
Alias: Renn!
Age: Thirteen.
Gender: Female, yo!
RP Experience: About four years now.
How Did You Find Us?: Google.
Activity Level: All day, since it’s summer. Well, most of the day.
Other Characters: Nonexistant!
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Maria
RP Sample:She tentatively shuffled forward, peering to the side as if some flaw there could prove that this wasn’t little Riku. But the faces matched perfectly, the only difference was that he was much older and taller, and his cute little baby fat was completely gone. The thick metallic tufts of hair hung in his all-too familiar eyes, which had changed from wide doe-eyes to slimmer and more oval-like ones, proof that a very long time had passed since she had been in the Realm of Light.
The shock she felt was mirrored in his expression. Clearly he recognized her, but not as vividly as the blue-haired warrior did. He was barely more than a toddler when they had met; she wouldn’t be surprised if the memory had been buried beneath ones of his later childhood. Clear sapphires connected with incredibly livid sea-green gems, a color she had not seen many times before. Captivating. She mused to herself, lifting a hand thoughtfully to her chest, picking at the fabric just below her neck with a dainty hand, as was a common habit with Aqua.
Her hand fell once again as he spoke, while her gaze diverted to the distant boulders and pathways further down the shore. “Why am I here?” There was a hoarse, rugged tone to the words, but with an underlying layer of yearning and perhaps a bit of pensiveness. She made a half-hearted ‘hm’ noise under her breath, before looking back at the now confirmed Riku.
“I gave up my freedom for my friend to return to the Light. I had promised that I would never allow him to fall into darkness…and I didn’t fulfill it. Think of it like…atonement. I let him down.” Aqua clenched a fist at her side, looking sorrowfully at the ground. She let out a sigh and looked back at Riku. “What about you? What are you doing all alone here? I thought you and Sora were inseparable.” She smiled playfully, holding up two crossed fingers as if to prove her point.
Based on what she had seen, the boys were just as good friends as she and Terra had been, perhaps even closer, since they were near each other in age. Her pleasant smirk faded. What if the same had happened? Could Riku have sacrificed himself for a friend as well? He was a Keyblade wielder now; she could sense that. And his heart wasn’t soiled in darkness, from what she could tell. It was simply tainted; like Terra’s had been.
She chewed on her lip contemplatively, weighing out the possibilities in the organized, analytical way she functioned. Of her three friends, she had always been the meticulous, tactful one, but also mellow and amiable, always wanting to make everything perfect but never getting truly upset about it. In a way, she was a bit like her Master; despising the darkness but always giving second chances when one was overtaken by it. Aqua sighed; perhaps that was their flaw. It had gotten Eraqus killed and her trapped in this Realm of Darkness.
Or had that been her coherent choice, based not on her traits but on her own particularly chosen options?
General Information
Full Name: Renate (re-nah-teh, though you have to roll your r’s and use a softer t, so she just goes by Renn sometimes) Estelle Moreau (more-oh)
Gender: Girl.
Birthday: June 3rd
Age: Barely Eighteen.
Camp Experience: Lord, it’s been a while. Probably about nine years.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Claim Status: Yep.
Divine Parent: Urania, the Muse of astronomy.
Looks
Hair: Renate’s most prominent feature would have to be her hair. It falls in long, loose crimson ringlets, often tossed in front of one shoulder. In her nine years at camp, most people know her as ‘That French redhead.’, and for good reason. She’s been dying it since she was twelve, and even before then it was still a vibrant red.
Eyes: Renate has beautiful eyes. They are light-colored, brought out by her vividly colored hair, and sit at the lightest shade of green, tinted with topaz at the center. Framed by long, thick lashes, one could say her eyes are enchanting and not be lying.
Height: 5’9
Weight: 142
Picture: Click
Playby: Susan Coffey
Dressing Style: Renate has a very classy sort of style. She enjoys accessorizing, and always manages to look stunning at any formal event. Even while she’s sweaty from training all day, she still appears impeccably dressed.
General Appearance: In short, this young woman is dazzling. Though she’s typically not ‘eye candy’ for guys, since she has an elegant, prestigious sort of beauty that both entrances and wards off men. She’s also not the typical idea of beauty. Renate is rather tall, with curves to spare and long, muscular limbs. She’s the kind of lady that intimidates mostly everyone she sees.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
The first thing to know about Renate is that she is probably one of the most captivating people you will ever meet. Not only because of her appearance, but of the way she acts. She is a sophisticated lass, with infallible manners and a smooth, confident way of speaking. It takes quite a bit of effort to work up this demigoddess, and even when you do, she still won’t yell at you or beat you up. No, she’ll simply threaten your very existence in the most cool, eloquent way you could imagine. Then she’ll start her scheming.
One of Renate’s traits is that she is rather charming and witty, drawing in people with her elaborate hand gestures and lively way of speaking. She isn’t necessarily friendly, only very charismatic and complaisant. Her way with people she uses to her advantages, manipulating them into doing what she wants and never getting them done herself. She leaves the dirty work to the ‘lesser’ folks and continues with her pensive plotting.
A common assumption that people have is that Renate is a snob. And it is in no way factual. There is a very fine line between a cordial, ostentatious Frenchwoman and a lowly braggart. Sure, she does look down on some people. But does she let them know that? Heavens, no! She can be a little cold occasionally, but humbly apologizes almost immediately afterwards. Renn is a master of disguise and feminine guile, but never one of contempt.That, like many things, is below even her.
But through all that uppity austerity, there is a softer Renate. She hides under the night sky, a common hangout for her and her sole place of relaxation and bliss. Whenever beneath the stars, she becomes what seems like a different person. A reserved, awestruck girl who continues to be her usual mellow self but with a demure little twist.
Renate is a dancer, through and through. She has been exceptional at ballet since she was seven, and began contemporary lessons a year later. Her body is voluptuous and graceful, and her muscles are lean but obviously there. Perhaps her accelerated progress with anything that has to do with the arts is associated with her parentage, but who knows.
Likes:
-Star-gazing
-Dancing
-Mint Chocolate-Chip ice cream
-Making men uncomfortable
-Sitting alone on her bed with her notebook in front of her
-Classical music
Dislikes:
-When she’s outsmarted
-Hot Dogs (filthy American cuisine…)
-Country music
-Sweat
-Slutty girls (Disgusting.)
-Getting her hands dirty
Fears:
-Dionysus (the Maenads brutally ripped apart her cousin, Orpheus)
-Seeing something…bad in the stars.
-Fire
Secrets:
-As a child she was a pickpocket. (Despicable!)
Ambitions:
-Finish her training and get the hell back to France.
-Make her mother proud.
Powers:
-Foresight; Like Urania, Renate can foretell the future by looking at the stars. They may be feelings, visions, or snippets of sound, or all three at once. They usually don’t last more than a minute, and when she looks at different constellations, the perspective of the vision can change or more details may be revealed. Whenever there is some kind of very large event about to happen, she gets headaches throughout the day, and they only cease when night falls and she looks at the stars.
-Light Manipulation; Due to her mother being the muse of astronomy, Renate can produce any kind of light, from a bright and beautiful supernova in her palm to a sharp, blinding flash.
-Cosmic Manipulation; The power lets Renate call upon the energies of planets, nebulae, asteroids, stars, etc, and use it to her advantage. She can summon meteors and create structures of pure energy, such as barriers and projectiles, though this takes an immense amount of concentration and drains her energy almost completely.
Family and History
Personal History:
Paris was a city of glimmering light, of beauty, and of indescribably delicious cuisine. But it was also a city of love, and that side to his home was completely hidden from Nicholas Moreau. He was a quiet young man, only nineteen and an amateur painter. He watched sorrowfully as couples ambled along the sidewalks, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes and intertwining their hands. Nicholas was sitting on a bench, a hand cupped around his chin and the most blank and melancholy look on his face.
When she sat beside him.
The red-haired beauty frowned and peered worriedly into his face, muttering something in a language he did not understand, probably English. He knew only a little. “I…don’t...speak…” He struggled to find the word, desperate to communicate with this woman. She was undeniably beautiful, and appeared friendly enough.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” She spoke in flawless French, flashing him a dazzling smile. “I was just wondering why you looked so sad. I mean, it’s so wonderful here!”
Nicholas sighed. “Wonderful to you. You probably have someone to share it with.”
She frowned. “Actually, I don’t. I’m Estelle, by the way.” She held out a slim hand and he shook it. “Hey…why don’t we go do something together?”
“What?” He asked incredulously. Was she…asking him on a date?
“Well, you said you wanted someone to share this city with. I’m kind of lonely too, so I was thinking…”
“S-sure.” Nicholas stammered. Estelle squealed joyfully and snatched up his hand, tugging him along the sidewalk. “Oooh, we could get pretzels! Don’t you love warm, freshly baked pretzels? And coffee!” She gushed blissfully, skipping along next to the awestruck man.
They ended up spending nearly the whole night walking around Paris, nibbling on pretzels and sipping hot chocolate. He even invited her to his home, which she gladly accepted. Their relationship flourished from there. He found himself completely infatuated with her, and her the same. For more than a year, she lived in his house and the two lovers were blissfully happy.
One morning, Nicholas found his apartment cold and empty. Not an Estelle in sight. He searched the streets of Paris, asking everyone he met about a red-haired woman with green eyes named Estelle, but nobody seemed to recognize the description or the name. The discouraged man returned home at nearly midnight, sat in her favorite chair by the window, clinging to her t-shirt that still smelled like her. And so he spent months like that, curled up around a raggedy shirt that carried the scent of a cool, crisp night.
Until one morning, when he shuffled outside to grab the newspaper, preparing to slink back inside and return to his skulking. But something near his door caught his eye.
A baby.
The little child was placed in a little wicker basket, perfectly fitting to its size. Just by her face Nicholas could tell the infant was female, with big, wide eyes, long lashes, and a sleepy expression on her face. Carefully he lifted the little girl from her basket, touching the silken pink fabric she was wrapped in and observing her features.
Instantly he saw the greenish-gold eyes, exactly like Estelle’s. Those eyes gave her away, as Nicholas’s girlfriend’s child. But, she also had a near duplicate of his own nose. So, he assumed that this baby was his and Estelle’s. Stunned, he lifted the girl up further to inspect her more carefully, and caught her scent. She smelled of all those wonderful smells that babies carried, of course, but it also had the telltale dash of night air; the exact scent of Estelle’s hair.
Now he was certain.
The tiny female squirmed and let out a faint whine, one hand reaching out beseechingly, as if begging Nicholas to hold her closer, away from the harsh outdoors. Cautiously he placed her hand on his cheek, shocked by the perfect ivory tone of her skin. Then, slowly, he lowered her to his shoulder and held her close, basking in the scent of her mother. Immediately, the girl cooed softly and nestled her head trustingly in his neck.
“Renate.” He whispered her new name like a blessing, smiling down at the warm mass in his arms that had drifted into a light sleep. “Renate Estelle.”
From the beginning, anyone could see that Renate was attached to her father. As an infant, she would giggle madly whenever he entered the room, banging her hands on the coffee table and holding her little hands up for him to sweep her in his big arms. She seemed only truly happy when in his presence, a smile gracing her cherubic face as he swung her around in the air as he so often did.
Nicholas was an affectionate man, and he showed all of this affection to his daughter. By the time she entered kindergarten, he had a job at a café and was already making a decent salary. But he always had time for his baby girl, sitting with her on his lap at Estelle’s chair, showing her the constellations her mother loved so much.
Renn was an intelligent child from the beginning. Though her phonics skills were surprisingly lackluster, she could rave about epic poetry for hours on end and used words casually that even some of her teachers didn’t know. But, her education in France was cut short when she was nine years old. For, on that short little outing with her father, she met the famed Estelle.
The woman was seated upon a bench like Nicholas had been so many years ago. The man, now nearly thirty compared to the young college-age boy he had been when he first met her. Her eyes snapped upwards to meet his, blankly looking at Renate, who had taken hold of her father’s coat. “D…Daddy? Who’s that?” Spoke the little girl, looking puzzled between Nicholas and this strange lady.
The woman broke away from her ex-boyfriend’s stare and knelt in front of the red-haired girl. She cupped her round face in her hand, brushed a gentle finger over her freckled cheeks. “Renate…I’m your mother.”
The peculiar female that claimed to be Renn’s mom pulled them into a tiny little café, explaining that she was Urania, the muse of astronomy and that Renate was a demigod. She also revealed that Paris was not an acceptable place for a young godling, even a child of a minor god, since monsters flocked to the area, as it was a typical hangout for gods looking for love.
She suggested a place in America called Camp Half-Blood, where heroes were trained in the art of slaying monsters and protecting themselves. Urania even offered to pay for the passport and airplane ticket. And thus, after a tearful goodbye with her father, little Renn Estelle left her home country and came to New York.
At first she knew no English, and had to refer to hand-signs and a book with English sayings and their French meanings. But gradually, the language caught on and she was able to communicate with her fellow campers, though she still has a light accent to this day. She is a year-rounder, since her father can only afford for her to come home at Christmas. But she deals with it alright, with her multitude of friends and hobbies.
Mortal Parent: Nicholas Moreau (Alive)
Other Family: None.
And Finally...
I, RENN, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
