Post by Renge Houshakouji on Jun 3, 2010 4:21:24 GMT -5
Name: Your worse nightmare. Renge Houshakouji~!
Nicknames: Well, I go by Demi, and Muddy, and Sweetcheeks. But I think ya'll know me best as Kao-chan~! ;D
Age: 15
Year: First
Gender: Female.
Personality/Background: I slide on this, no~?
Originally born and raised in Japan, Renge and her family moved to France when she was ten. Her father worked quite a lot, as was expected from a executive of a company, and Renge found herself lonely as an only child; she was lucky enough, however, to find comfort in the simple fun of dating sims, and she found herself infatuated with Uki Doki Memorial's sim "Ichijo Miyabi". When she turned fifteen, this infatuation caused her to take one look at a picture of a Japanese boy (Kyouya Ootori), pack her bags and take an impromptu trip to Japan, enrolling in Ouran Academy's class 1-A. But not without jumping into the Third Music Room, rejectingeverything Tamaki's ever believed as true! Tamaki Suoh's image of the 'perfect lover', thinking him falsified and a fake, and claiming that Kyouya Ootori was her fiancee, even if they had never met before.
Renge generally has a knack for dramatizing situations, if not romanticizing them as well. She is a fair bit bossy, too, and immediately proclaimed herself the manager of the Host Club. She then embarked on the task of making a movie of the Hosts, which did not go over well; in fact, Kyouya smashed her camera and reduced her to tears, which showcases both Renge's determination and truly childish nature. In fact, she was acting such a baby that Haruhi Fujioka had to have a little sit-down talk with her about how it was wrong to assume things of people, and wrong to demand they fulfill your dreams, when there is really no right for one to impose on another person's creative and emotional freedom that way.
Renge generally got the message, and showed as much by then developing the biggest girl crush on Haruhi, who - although masquerading as a male - is truly a female, forced by an impending debt to cross dress and work as a host in their high school. But this girl crush does not limit Renge's imagination when it comes to other romanticized situations; she has absolutely no problem with Haruhi having a "homosexual relationship on the side - especially if two of his lovers are identical twins!"
Although she's still a fair bit immature, and entirely too concerned with other people's business, Renge is rather adventurous, sweet, affectionate and loud. It is almost like every minute at Ouran (more specifically, around the Ouran boys) is a minute she is attempting to make up for the solitude she experienced while playing her dating sims.
Renge also exceeded in character development for anyone other than herself. She enjoys total character make-overs, especially if she is making someone into the mold of her ideal man. But these make-overs are nothing like a day at the spa; somewhere in her pampered upbringing, Rengeplayed Call Of Duty inherited the instructional skills of a drill sergeant, and the cruelty of Medusa; admittedly, at times, Renge looses herself in the various fantasies that pop up in her mind, and in those times she lacks any and all social grace, but with her wits about her, she can be quite proper, and quite good company. As well as a flirt. Beware.
Appearance
Physique: Skinny, endowed, pale, girly.
Eyes: Flipping big caramel eyes to match her hair.
Hair: Caramel blond.
Facial Features: She's pretty. Pretty average.
Style: COSPLAY!
Roleplaying Sample:
It had been a hard task to properly install a rotating motor under every floorboard of the Ouran school - in fact, Renge hadn't even completed her task of one under every Music Room, let alone in the Host's private estates.
The realization that she would never be allowed within the Ootori estate without being chased away by rabid dogs was like a mallet coming down hard on her hopes and dreams, and Renge had dramatically bawled on her bed for a good twenty moments while hugging her Miyabi doll to her chest. When the waves of tears had subsided, however, she sat up and snapped her fingers in enlightenment: if she couldn't sneak into the Ootori house like a ninja and use her motor powered revolving platform to pop out of the floor randomly and provide her hero's with rare advice that could only come from the one and only Renge, she could most definitely get the rights to do so at school. And the next week, she had spent every waking moment procuring the rights to do so.
Now, here she was, alone in the basement of Ouran Private Academy, stylish green overalls on and governed in grease. Tools lay scattered around her, and her previous immaculate hair was sticking up at odd angles, giving the young girl the appearance that she had been electrocuted at some point or another. However, Renge was determined to install this motor all by herself, and that was why she had dismissed the delivery man after he had shown her how to read the directions ("You have them upside down," he had said more than twice.)
Wiping a greasy hand across her forehead, Renge scooted out from under the gears and shifts, the bottoms of her overall-shorts grating against the cold stone floor of the basement. A self satisfied grin spread across her face, and she laughed, a loud, ringing, "OHOHOOHOHOHOHO~!" It was a laugh many a man had learned to fear, and yet none were fast enough to run away from. She was almost certain that the gears would work now, and that meant as many dramatic, unexpected, unwelcome entrances into the THird Music Room as bowls of rice she would eat later.
But…not right now. She was a mess, covered in grease and sweat and in tiny shorts that now had a rip along the left butt-check - oh, what would Haruhi say if he saw her like this?! Even worse, what would Kyouya? She couldn't very well have the possible father of her future children seeing her in such a disposition, now, could she? So, Renge stood up, and changed cloths almost at the speed of light, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and securing it with a big, floppy, red bow. With grace that was never associated with one who could change a gear shift, she then stepped on the platform, pressed a button and found herself rising through the various floors, letting out the tell-tale warning call of "OHOHOHOHOHOHO~" to warn the hosts that she was on her way to wreak havoc and take homoerotic pictures of them to later sell for a profit.
Nicknames: Well, I go by Demi, and Muddy, and Sweetcheeks. But I think ya'll know me best as Kao-chan~! ;D
Age: 15
Year: First
Gender: Female.
Personality/Background: I slide on this, no~?
Originally born and raised in Japan, Renge and her family moved to France when she was ten. Her father worked quite a lot, as was expected from a executive of a company, and Renge found herself lonely as an only child; she was lucky enough, however, to find comfort in the simple fun of dating sims, and she found herself infatuated with Uki Doki Memorial's sim "Ichijo Miyabi". When she turned fifteen, this infatuation caused her to take one look at a picture of a Japanese boy (Kyouya Ootori), pack her bags and take an impromptu trip to Japan, enrolling in Ouran Academy's class 1-A. But not without jumping into the Third Music Room, rejecting
Renge generally has a knack for dramatizing situations, if not romanticizing them as well. She is a fair bit bossy, too, and immediately proclaimed herself the manager of the Host Club. She then embarked on the task of making a movie of the Hosts, which did not go over well; in fact, Kyouya smashed her camera and reduced her to tears, which showcases both Renge's determination and truly childish nature. In fact, she was acting such a baby that Haruhi Fujioka had to have a little sit-down talk with her about how it was wrong to assume things of people, and wrong to demand they fulfill your dreams, when there is really no right for one to impose on another person's creative and emotional freedom that way.
Renge generally got the message, and showed as much by then developing the biggest girl crush on Haruhi, who - although masquerading as a male - is truly a female, forced by an impending debt to cross dress and work as a host in their high school. But this girl crush does not limit Renge's imagination when it comes to other romanticized situations; she has absolutely no problem with Haruhi having a "homosexual relationship on the side - especially if two of his lovers are identical twins!"
Although she's still a fair bit immature, and entirely too concerned with other people's business, Renge is rather adventurous, sweet, affectionate and loud. It is almost like every minute at Ouran (more specifically, around the Ouran boys) is a minute she is attempting to make up for the solitude she experienced while playing her dating sims.
Renge also exceeded in character development for anyone other than herself. She enjoys total character make-overs, especially if she is making someone into the mold of her ideal man. But these make-overs are nothing like a day at the spa; somewhere in her pampered upbringing, Renge
Appearance
Physique: Skinny, endowed, pale, girly.
Eyes: Flipping big caramel eyes to match her hair.
Hair: Caramel blond.
Facial Features: She's pretty. Pretty average.
Style: COSPLAY!
Roleplaying Sample:
It had been a hard task to properly install a rotating motor under every floorboard of the Ouran school - in fact, Renge hadn't even completed her task of one under every Music Room, let alone in the Host's private estates.
The realization that she would never be allowed within the Ootori estate without being chased away by rabid dogs was like a mallet coming down hard on her hopes and dreams, and Renge had dramatically bawled on her bed for a good twenty moments while hugging her Miyabi doll to her chest. When the waves of tears had subsided, however, she sat up and snapped her fingers in enlightenment: if she couldn't sneak into the Ootori house like a ninja and use her motor powered revolving platform to pop out of the floor randomly and provide her hero's with rare advice that could only come from the one and only Renge, she could most definitely get the rights to do so at school. And the next week, she had spent every waking moment procuring the rights to do so.
Now, here she was, alone in the basement of Ouran Private Academy, stylish green overalls on and governed in grease. Tools lay scattered around her, and her previous immaculate hair was sticking up at odd angles, giving the young girl the appearance that she had been electrocuted at some point or another. However, Renge was determined to install this motor all by herself, and that was why she had dismissed the delivery man after he had shown her how to read the directions ("You have them upside down," he had said more than twice.)
Wiping a greasy hand across her forehead, Renge scooted out from under the gears and shifts, the bottoms of her overall-shorts grating against the cold stone floor of the basement. A self satisfied grin spread across her face, and she laughed, a loud, ringing, "OHOHOOHOHOHOHO~!" It was a laugh many a man had learned to fear, and yet none were fast enough to run away from. She was almost certain that the gears would work now, and that meant as many dramatic, unexpected, unwelcome entrances into the THird Music Room as bowls of rice she would eat later.
But…not right now. She was a mess, covered in grease and sweat and in tiny shorts that now had a rip along the left butt-check - oh, what would Haruhi say if he saw her like this?! Even worse, what would Kyouya? She couldn't very well have the possible father of her future children seeing her in such a disposition, now, could she? So, Renge stood up, and changed cloths almost at the speed of light, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and securing it with a big, floppy, red bow. With grace that was never associated with one who could change a gear shift, she then stepped on the platform, pressed a button and found herself rising through the various floors, letting out the tell-tale warning call of "OHOHOHOHOHOHO~" to warn the hosts that she was on her way to wreak havoc and take homoerotic pictures of them to later sell for a profit.
