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about you.
Alias:Chels
Age:16
Contact Info:Pm
How long have you been roleplaying?a year
Where you refered here by anyone? n/a
about your character.
Full Name:Emily Candace Reneau
Nickname(s):Em,Emster, Emface, Emmy, Rene.
Gender:Female
Age:16
Date of Birth:March 25th
House: Gryffindor
Blood:Half
History: Emily grew up in one of those big, gorgeous looking houses on one of those streets where the houses and lawns were all identical. The neighbors were the kind that were overly friendly and always looked neat and proper. The children were the kind that did as their parents told them, and always dressed nicely to go to their prestige private schools. Her own home was no different than those neighbors -- her mother was the tiny housewife that always had a smile for her husband and loved to cook, her father was the tall businessman who always had something to give to his children. Growing up in a wealthy household, Emily was spoiled from a very young age by.. well, just about everybody. Her parents very rarely denied her anything (mostly just to get her to stop whining and throwing tantrums), and her brothers spent a decent amount of time with her, teaching her the fact that boys were stupid and she should just never date (naturally, that never really happened).
She attended a private school just outside of London, England (where she was born and her hometown) up until she reached ten years of age. It was the day after she turned ten that one of those large tawny owls swooped through their kitchen window, landing silently in front of an extremely frightened Emily (she'd always been rather afraid of owls due to a rather bad experience involving a dead mouse, an owl and a forest). Her mother was just as surprised, as were her two brothers -- her father simply sat across the table, leaning back in his chair with a large smile creasing his face. He was the one that took her to Diagon Alley to do her shopping and preparing and such, while her mother would take the boys out to their football games.
A month before she was to start Hogwarts, she came home to a sobbing mother and a rather angry looking father. Her two brothers[Ben and Ron] were watching the scene from the stairs, their eyes wide with mischief as they looked over at their sister, who crept towards her brothers without her parents noticing. Apparently, her mother had filed for divorce on the grounds that he had never told her about his wizarding life, and was planning on moving out the very next week. Naturally, Emily was devastated. She and her mother were extremely close, and the prospect of having her leave was heartbreak.
She did end up leaving, but not for long. Samantha's first year came and went, and the summer was a great one -- she'd made new friends that she kept in touch with, and she got to see her brothers after a year of being away. Right before her second year started, she'd finally gotten over the fact that her parents were no longer married. And yet, when she came home from the pool with her brothers a week before her second year was to start, she found her mother and father hugging, and a glittering diamond on the table next to them. Her parents remarried the very next month, and even though Emily couldn't wrap her mind around why her mother even left in the first place, the family quickly readjusted to the way they were before she left. Now in her seventh year, she's done her fair share of partying and dating, and is certainly looking forward to her brother's wedding.
Parents:John and Sylvia Reneau
Siblings:Ben and Ron Renau
Pets:A small Calico named Minnie
Nationality: English/French
Appearance: Emily isn't exactly the tallest person you're ever going to meet -- in fact, she's probably one of the shortest. However, what she lacks in height she makes up for in a high rating on the 1-10 scale of attractiveness. She's been told on numerous occasions that she resembles her mother down to the very last pore. Being half-French (on her Mother's side), she inherited her beige skin tone from her mother, though she got her father's sensitive skin. She gets sunburnt rather easily, so she tends to wear those moisturizing sunscreens almost religiously.
From her father's side of the family, she inherited her long, dark brown hair and seemingly innocent light eyes. Her hair reaches down to a couple of inches or so below her shoulder blades, and is usually curled in some way or another. Late in her fifth year, her mother took her to a salon, where she got professionally done lighter brown highlights (which she has to reapply with both magic and muggle products every so often). Her eyes are the one thing (well, two things, you could say) that she finds attractive about herself, and thinks they are a rather nice color. However, they are known to flash to different colors briefly, according to her emotions. For instance, if she's angry, her eyes deepen to a very dark blue color, whereas when she's upset, they change to a more blue-gray shade.
Emily is all about the make-up and looking good. During the day, she goes along the lines of a more neutral looking appearance -- a tad of blush for slightly rosy cheeks, a few swipes of nude lipstick and clear gloss overtop, mascara and a swipe or two of a pink or brown eye shadow hue. As for night, she really like to pump it up. She prefers a paler lipstick and gloss, and really focuses all the attention on her eyes -- navy eye shadow and volumizing mascara, as well as eyeliner on her bottom lash line for a smoky night-time effect.
Personality: Emily is what most girls consider a typical, stereotypical girl that gives the rest of them a bad name. She's extremely dramatic, and is known to blow everything out of proportion, and is easily offended. For instance, if someone tells her she ate more than usual during breakfast, she takes it as that person calling her fat and proceeds to ignore them for anywhere from a day to a month before she finally gets it all out of her system.
Just as easily as she could be called dramatic, she could be called a rumor-spreading, gossip-loving bitch. She, like many other girls, is a top-notch rumor spreader and because of that, has a knack for being able to make girls cry in the blink of an eye. However, no matter how nasty she may seem on the outside, once she opens up to you, she's probably one of the most genuine friends anyone is ever going to have. She's extremely loyal and would never dream of saying anything nasty about a friend -- in fact, if you say something rude about a friend of yours, you can guarantee she'll make you wish you were never born.
And just as easily as she could be called a dramatic bitch, she could be called one of the ditziest, most hyper and most talkative flirts you'll ever meet. It takes much effort on anyone's part to get Emily to stop talking, and even more effort to get her mind off of boys and Quidditch. She's a world class flirt, and has been since the first day of her third year. Sure, she's a ditz, but she's not as dumb as people think she is. She gets decent marks in all of her classes, and she can be very insightful when she wants to be... she just seems to pretty much lack any common sense. Having grown up with two extremely active older brothers, it takes much effort to get her to sit still. During classes, her legs are always moving and she has been described by Professors as a very hyper young woman.
As for relationships, hers never last long. Because of the divorce between her two parents in her fourth year, she's never really been able to fully trust a boy since that day. She has had her fair share of boyfriends and close male friends, but never has a relationship with her lasted any longer than a few months (and even then that's pushing it). She has a case of commitment-phobia, and therefore usually bails pretty quickly to avoid getting her heart broken at all costs.
Likes:
» Boys
» Quidditch
» High heels
» Old romance movies
» Her kitten
» Dresses
» Jasmines
» Roses
» The color pink
» Fall
» Anything fluffy
» sweets
» drawing
» painting
» watching rainstorms
» being with friends
Dislikes:
» Spiders
» Snakes
» Loud noises
» All gum except for Spearmint
» Bertie Bott's Beans
» The color blue
» Small spaces
Fears:
»Drowning
»Breaking a bone
»Losing her family
»Being alone
Weaknesses:
»Homework
»Smiling
»Guys
»Her friends
Strengths:
»Reading
»making others happy
»Quidditch
»Being one of the 'guys'
»shopping
»speaking french
admin stuffs.
Sample Roleplay: | CODE | Emily walked into one of her favorite classes of the day with a smirk upon her pale pink lips. She gazed the class room with her light blue eyes, and she saw a few people she knew, Joe, Sheila, the jumpy Ravenclaw and a few other students. She shrugged and she grabbed a seat in the corner of the classroom. Emily liked the corner seat to much. Emily listened to the professor. 'A review? Not so hard!'. Emily grinned and she dropped her book bag to the floor and it made a soft thud. She had two of her notebooks which had all the potion ingredients in them. She thumbed threw them and she considered doing the headache potion. She had done the best on that one, literally.
Fill your cauldron with 1 gallon of water and heat to boiling.
This was all written in neat script handwriting in the girls notebook. She sighed as she began to collect all the ingredients she needed. She got up and got a gallon of water. She poured this into the cauldron with easiness and carefulness. She heated it up for it to boil. She looked around the classroom thinking about the first time she had done this. She had rushed threw the ingredients so quickly but it came out very nice. She looked back down to her potion and it was slightly boiling. She nodded and she picked up a little vial filled with ground mint leaves. She then picked up her tablespoons and slowly dropped in 2 of them into the potion. She then looked over the lip of the cauldron and the leaves were dissolving at a nice swift speed. After she had seen them dissolve to a point she lowered the heat.
'Basil next' She thought. She picked out a very good condition basil stem and she began to grind it. She gazed around the classroom again with her light blue eyes, they however seemed darker because of the shadows cast upon her pale body. She looked back down to the shadowed table, the candle that was behind her also gave an eerie glow to her back and her hair which shined with a orangey-brown glow. The basil stem seemed to be grinded as fine as possible, like little crystals of salt but even finer. She had yet to achieve a quarter cup so she ground more to the same fine like substance. She then poured the quarter cup into the potion while she stirred it. She then brought back up the heat and she let the potion sit until it simmered. Which had yet began to happen. She again gazed the classroom and while she did so locks of her dark hair fell into her shadowed face, she pulled her hair back behind her ears and she slung it over her left shoulder and awaited the potion to simmer. |
Magic words: Wand, horcrux,elixir
Member Title: Nothing is as it seems
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RENEAU, Emily
