Renoa; Jennifer

[jennifer renoa.]

STATUS Finished.
SILLY MORTAL
NAME Rayne.
GENDER Female.
CONTACT PM me.
EXPERIENCE Around 1 year, maybe 1 1/2.
HOW'D YOU FIND US You posted an ad on my rpg.
TIME ZONE Eastern Daylight-Savings Time.

THE MONSTER WITHIN
NAME Jennifer Renoa.
AGE 18.
GENDER Female.
SPECIES Vampire
SEXUALITY Hetrosexual.

SUPERNATURAL FREAK
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Jenn’s skin is of the lightest shade of honey, and the texture is smooth but pocketed in some areas. The shape of her face is rounded, and slightly oval. Under extremely tapered eyebrows, her medium sized eyes that resemble a grey shade of blue, that in dark light turn black. The nose that sites in the middle of her face is elongated to the tip, except for the compression at the very end.

Full rosy lips complement her skin colour and accentuate her full chin. Overall Jenn’s normal expression reads thoughtful, sometimes mistaken as mournful or sad, though when she first became a vampire, her expression was normally stolid and expressionless, not even her eyes reflecting any emotion.

‘As thin as a rail, and curvy in the right places’ would not be a good description for this girl. Her body may be thin, but not painfully thin. As for curvy, she lacks most of the curves found on other eighteen year old girls. Jenn’s height is around 5’2, rather short. Small breasts on a thin chest prove her underdevelopment.

Jennifer Renoa would normally be seen wearing reasonably tight neutral coloured sweatshirts and jeans, sometimes a skirt. Her clothing choice reflects her simplistic lifestyle of not caring about her appearance.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION

Angry. Jennifer has a mind set that makes everything seem so much more frustrating than it really is. This makes her outlook a lot more bleary, and when she is upset, her anger can cause great difficulties in her social life. Though when calm, she is sweet and kind, though lustful of attractive men.

Said before, this teenager is very closed minded, this also doesn’t help when trying to agree with others on an issue. She always seems to want to want her way and everyone else is wrong. Her mother used just give in, rather than trying to press her opinion on the girl, this just allowed her to develop a more closed minded attitude.

Her attitude when she isn’t angry or upset is tranquil, but still passionate. She is kind to others, and appears to most as sweet and innocent. As she is a vampire, she is able to sense human’s emotions, this helped her small quirk to lust over cute guys develop into doing rather sultry and promiscuous behaviors when around said guys.

LIKES

[»] Attractive men her age. She is very lustful.
[»] Nail polish, she always likes to keep her nails perfectly manicured.
[»] Make up, though she doesn’t normally worry about her clothes, she always needs her eyeliners and mascaras.
[»] Cats, those are one of the only animals that she can stand.
[»] Reading. An odd pastime for a vampire, yes?
[»] Writing, and no, I am not talking about angst poetry.

DISLIKES

[»] Roses. They seem too fake-romantic.
[»] Dogs, they are loud, slobbery and annoying. She prefers the quiet elegance of a cat.
[»] Lipstick. She hates it.
[»] Anything preppy. It’s just not her style.
[»] Rap music. Obnoxious.
[»] Attractive homosexual guys. They are a waste of beauty in her opinion.

OTHER
HOW THEY BECAME WHAT THEY ARE

A sad day indeed, she was bitten during the night, while at a raucous party. Before she had never believed in supernatural beings, but obviously that outlook was changed once she became one herself.

Fearful of her, and her abilities, her boyfriend took off, never to contact her again. Jenn wasn't that upset, she never regretted turning into what she was, it was just fate.

SHOW OFF
RP EXAMPLE

[from FOrgotten Heights; a warriors rpg.]
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[ WILLOWTAIL ]
.ruinclan.warrior.

Deputy? That was a hard question. The derision that would have sounded in her voice had she spoken sounded loudly in her ears. Her own failings echoed through her head. Was she a good deputy? Nothing in her warrior's life ever suggested that she was better than any other cat. She respected the Warrior's Code, sure, but so did all other warriors. She wasn't the best fighter, hunter, or anything, just a regular cat. Well, she would describe being deputy in one word, the only thing that could sum it all up.

"Tiresome."

Knowing full well that the answer that had been expected was not tiresome, her mind had drawn a blank on any other adjective. A sigh escaped her mouth, was that all her life was now? Tiresome? Was she sick of the daily activities and the rituals? If she was, then obviously she wasn't fit to be the deputy. Sickened with her shortcomings, the feline turned back to Lightningpaw.

"I guess you could describe it as a regular cycle. Its the same every day, but you are more isolated because of your higher position."

Willowtail's stance as deputy wasn't weak in the least, she was a popular feline when she had been chosen. In fact, she had been in love. But being chosen, and accepting, had been the very downfall of that doomed relationship. She had been forced to watch the tom find another mate, then watch his kits grow up in the clan that she loved so much. Otherwise, begin in a power position would corrupt even the most dedicated cats. She could be among those who lost it around the middle of the deputyship. She could snap, and end up attacking those she held dearest.

As her mind began to wander, the face of her apprentice brought everything back to focus. Maybe it had been the experience of almost losing someone that made her second guess herself and bring back painful memories. Lightningpaw looked so.... happy now that his wasn't continually in pain. Willowtail let herself become immersed in the simple joy of the apprentice. Though he was now limping around with a big brace on his paw, something that would put the cat off balance and almost incapable to hunt, he still had the hope that he could hunt for the Clan, and do well on his own.

She had been such a spry apprentice, hadn't she? Always full of energy and readily accepting invitations to hunt from many felines. She would hunt at ever opportunity, and bring back as much prey that she could find.

Life could be described as a hunt, the she cat mused. You worked your way up to the point of the brink of catching the prey, then you leapt. The outcome was either favorable, you became a warrior and lived a happy life, or disfavorable, and you missed the prey. From there, you loved a half-life, something that was less then enjoyable. The daily rituals where unfocused and every day would blur into the next. Then it got boring. Sometimes it got so bad that some cats left the clan to be on their own.

Willowtail could never survive on her own. The entire idea of being completely alone frightened her, there where countless dangers out there. Then if something happened there was no one you could completely trust. That would be horrible.

Attention now focused on the apprentice's face completely, she waited to hear what he would say in response to her less-than-favorable response to his question. When he said nothing, she decided just to drop the subject and go back to his wish to go hunting. "Where did you want to hunt?"

The voice that spoke was noticeably cooler than it had been moments before her reverie. It was obvious that she still had the ideas rolling around in her head, but the belittled angst showed little on her stolid face. She just didn't want to think about it, the problems in her life would still be there another day. This morning had been horrible enough, she didn't want to worsen, that would just make the smile alighted on Lightningpaw's face fall.

The she cat gazed at the face of her apprentice, wondering what was going on in his head. Did he have angry thoughts roiling around, or just peacful hopes and prayers to StarClan for his healing. Whatever it was, it must be a whole lot better than the dark thoughts of mutiny against the boring life that she currently lead where roiling in her mind.

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MODEL Eliza Dushku.
CUSTOM TITLE [the ANGRY one.]
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