| renee allan~ |
[Jul. 9th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
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Name: Nora
Age: 16
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character.
Name: Renee Allan
Age/Birthday: 16. May 12, 1925
House/Year: Gyffindor. Sixth.
Bloodline: muggleborn.
Personality: Growing up with two older brothers and two younger brothers has made Renee a bit of a tom boy. She would much rather be outside or doing some physical activity than inside playing with dolls and such. She has no problem getting her hands dirty and absolutely hates when girls get all… well, girly and refuse to get dirty.
Renee is a bit brash. She tends to swear too much and get dirty far too much. She’s too independent her mother says. Her father says he’s everything he ever wanted in a daughter. She doesn’t care what people think of her and she does what she wants. If rules are broken then so be it. She’s willing to do almost anything to do what she wants and what she feels is right. Reckless to the core. Renee is also friendly. She’s incredibly easy to be friends with. She’s got a cheerful demeanor and is rarely seen without some sort of happy face on.
Renee is a Gyffindor through and through. She’s brash, stubborn, prideful and way too willing to give herself up to a cause she feels is worthy.
Family parents; Robert and Mary Allan. Robert works as a factory worker. Mary stays at home with the kids. Five siblings. John, 20, has been enlisted in the war effort. Zachary, 18, also enlisted in the war. Mathew, 14. Reginald (Reggie), 12. And Elizabeth, 4 (accident baby!)
History: As a child Renee grew up in Liverpool. Her dad is a modest factory worker and her mum spends her days at home tending to the children and the house. They were by no means well off and they often found themselves on the outskirts of poverty.
Being almost impoverished never stopped the Allans, though. Mary and Robert would never, ever let the children go without food in their stomachs, clothes on their backs and a roof over their head. Renee liked to rub in the fact that she always got the new clothes while her brothers always got hand me downs.
Until Renee was nine her mother let her run and frolic with the boys of the neighborhood. She was allowed to play football and rugby and all other types of sports with them. And then that all changed. Her mother decided that it was time that Renee act like a proper lady. Mary took it upon herself to teach Renee how to act, how to do all that other lady like shit stuff. Renee fought her tooth and nail and would sneak out and play with the boys whenever possible.
When Renee got her Hogwarts letter the whole family was incredibly surprised. They knew she was weird.. er, special, but they never ever thought about magic. Nevertheless Renee flourished at Hogwarts. It was her home away from home and she absolutely loves it there. She’s a Gryffindor and she loves it. She studies hard and does well.
Likes:Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Quidditch, her brothers and Elizabeth, boys!, chocolate, ducks, Gyffindor!
Dislikes:her name. Hitler. the war. Nazi’s. rules. Slytherins.
PB: Minka Kelly
Anything else you feel is important:Call her Renee and she’s liable to freak out. Her name is Ren.
writing sample.
third person; Ren has just gotten home from school for the summer holidays. Her brothers Mathew and Reggie rush out to meet her, they grab at her trunk as her and her father walk up the steps to their house. She grins at them as they call out to her. Oh, how she’s missed this she thinks as she greets her brothers with a fond smile. Inside the house she can see her mother running after little Elizabeth who is running around with paint smeared all over her face, hands and legs.
“Mum,” she calls out, “I’m home!”
At the sound of her voice Elizabeth quickly turns and runs towards her older sister, happily clapping her paint covered hands and calling out her big sisters name. With a small grunt Elizabeth launches herself at her older sister and successfully covers Ren with blue, yellow, and red paint.
Home sweet home, Ren thinks to herself.
journal entry; I can’t believe both of my older brothers have gone and joined the bloody war. Aren’t they supposed to be at home? John’s wife, Cecila, is going stir crazy. The poor dear is pregnant and has moved in with mum and dad. There’s not enough room in the house for anymore people.
They weren’t supposed to go to war. They were supposed to be immune to it. My older brothers are supposed to be protecting me not the entire bloody world.
I wish they would come home. I miss them.
Stupid bloody Hitler and his stupid sodding Nazi’s and their bloody beliefs. |
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