Post by Renee Logan on Apr 6, 2009 18:04:35 GMT -5
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renee michelle logan
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Renee Michelle Logan
nickname(s); nay-nay (only Lenin calls her)
age; 24
birthday; September 13, 2009
gender; female
type; human tracker
sexual orientation straight
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality;
Renee is the wise, careful type. She won't just jump into a decision, and she usually makes the right ones. She's not the type to waver either. Once a choice is made, she just follows through without question. She is not afraid to take risks though. She looks at things calmly and does the logical thing. Renee is not the loud type. She prefers to sit back and observe others so she can use what she learns later.
Renee is a fighter. She wants to be the best tracker, and she works hard. She's very brave, but not careless. She is one of the best trackers out there. She is obsessed with power. She would do almost anything to be the best, and it's not always good. She even wants to be the Infected's Queen!
Despite her love of power, Renee has a great ability to love. She wants love almost as much as she wants to be powerful. She has not found it yet, and doesn't understand why. Renee is on a quest for power and love.
likes;
- fighting
- power
- love
- books
- learning
- leading
- weapons
- technology
- women power
- ruling over men
dislikes;
- cocky men
- people having power or command over her
- losing
- dancing
- parties
- weak girls
- getting suprised
- rosalie
- Lilith Night
- sluts
fears;
- Becoming weak
- Being found out (because she is a spy)
- never finding love
habits;
- She gets quiet and comes off as rude
- She daydreams
- She gets too intense
flaws;
- Her thirst for power
- Her love for Lenin
- She's not daring enough
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
- Jessica Logan, scientist, deceased
- Robert Logan, scientist, deceased
siblings;
- Christy Logan, deceased
kids; none, but she wants them
pets; don't have the time
hometown; Rome, Italy
personal history;
Renee was born on September 13, 2009. She grew up as a very light, outgoing, happy person. She was a golden child, and loved life. When the war startes, she wanted no part of it. She wanted to live as a human, and she persuaded her family to do the same, to no avail. Her sister, Christy, loved the Protection Center and planned to become a scientist like her parents. Until one night they were all killed.
It is unknown who killed them, as they were the only ones in the lab that night. It really changed Renee. She decided she was going to join the Center, and not as some frial, defensless scientist. She wanted to be powerful, and became a tracker. She also devolped a thirst for power because she was so bitter about her family's lack of it. Renee became the silent, careful, deadly type. Her whole self changed because of what happened, and she's sworn to find out how her family was killed.
Renee wants to be the best tracker, but she's learned from Jasper what that means. Despite her hard nature, Renee still wants love, and that's a weakness. She fell in love with Lenin Rockler and would do anything to be with him.
Renee sides with Jasper, and agreed to be a spy for the infected as long as Jasper promised to turn her into one of the infected and help her become a leader alongside Lenin.
Here's where we're at NOW--
Renee is a spy for the infected, and is doing everything possible to become their Queen. She wants Noelle and Amanda as her allies. She is still trying to figure out how she feels about Lenin.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; She has long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair.
eyes; She has bright green eyes.
weight; 110 pounds.
height; 5 feet 4 inches.
tattoos; none.
piercings; She has a tongue ring, but she rarely wears it.
anything else; She has a very feirce look about her.
play by; Kristen Stewart
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Mariah
age; 15
other characters; none
where did you find us? I have no earthly idea.
secret word; I can't believe this was so simple...
rp sample;
Rosalie searched through the forest, letting her senses guide her. All her thoughts and memories were locked down in this moment, over ridden by something more powerful. Rose smelled the faintest trace of a mountain lion far to the East, and was headed in that direction, when she caught the scent of something better.
It hit her like the sudden impact of a bus would hit a human, no time to think, no time to react. Just time to follow through. She headed in the right direction without a thought, running at full speed. Rosalie was there in seconds, of course, and she studied her surroundings. A bear was crouched over a human, a man judging my the size of his legs. Rose could take the bear down in seconds, and then the fresh human would be hers. An instictive growl slid through her teeth, and the bear turned.
When he moved, the human below him was suddenly visible. Rose's thoughts and, more importantly, her memories, came rushing back. Little Vera's Henry was laying before me.
It took only a second to realize that the man was not indeed Henry, he was much too old. But the curls were so similar, the face just as striking and untroubled-even in pain.
She didn't pause to think, just snapped the bear's neck quickly and lifted the man into her arms. He was not heavy, but the scent was over-powering. Almost enough to make her kill him.
Rose fixed the face of her old friends son firmly behind her eyelids, willing herself to think of him and him only. She had to save this man. Their was no other choice.
***
The journey back to Carlisle was maddening. At several points she was sure she would never make it. Rosalie had considered changing him herself, but was not at all sure she had the restraint. She was having enough trouble keeping herself from killing him as it was.
Rose was also conserned the man would die before she could even get him back. He had been seriously injured. Wouldn't that be just her luck, go through all this so save him and he not even make it.
***
Rosalie burst through the door of her home, not even pausing to consider what a mess she was. Carlisle was up in an instant, running toward them. "Rosalie what have you done!" he asked, astonsihed. Before he let his imagination get to out of hand she said "I found him, he was mauled by a bear. I saved him. Now stop asking questions and fix him!"
Carlisle quickly complied as Esme and Edward backed out the door before they attaked him themselves.
When they were sure he would be saved, Rose sat next to him, holding his hand as each scream made her wince. She could remember all too clearly what the pain felt like. No one asked questions, figuring they'd wait until the man was awake.
Into the second day, Rose overheard a conversation. "So what so you think will happen?" Esme asked. "I don't know. He might go off on his own. That's always a possibilty." Carlisle answered tiredly. What? go off on his own? After all Rosalie had went through to save him? No! he wasn't going anywhere. He was hers.[/size][/blockquote]
