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 Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 5:24 pm
 Character - CrispyWonderMint
Shop Concept - Silent Spy
Artwork (c) Teh Angel Yuna
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:16 pm
Name: Renee Cardot (Car-doh)
Age: 22
Birthday: April 17th
Birthplace: Wonju, South Korea (Chicago, Illinois after reaching ten years after adoption)
Claim to Fame: Fashion Designer
Ethnicity: Korean
Height: 5' 3.5" (she's very precise about this)
Weight: 102lbs....but if you're foolish enough to ask, it's your own fault.
Eyes: Dark toffee brown, almond shaped
Hair: Very deep black in color, with long, whispy bangs that tend to fall out of her ponytail and into her face - about chin length. Falling just past her shoulders, it tends to feather and flare out near the front, and is usually pulled back in some way to keep it out of her face, especially when working, most likely in a claw or a ponytail. On the rare occasion that she wears it down, there's usually a small section of hair braided and/or beaded.
Personality: Renee is rather stubborn, but also quiet, preferring to people watch than cause any sort of reaction. It takes a bit for her to open up, but once she does, she can actually be quite the chatter box. Impatient but fun loving, it's like she tries to cram as much of life as she can in a short amount of time. She tries not to procrastinate too much, but is very detailed-oriented, which means she can contradict herself frequently. She's diplomatic, preferring to be a peacekeeper, but knowing things don't always work out that way. Her humor tends to be on the sarcastic side, and her temper flares easily on the right subjects.
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History: The oldest of three children, Renee spent the first seven years of her life in Korea taking care of her younger siblings. When she was five, her mother died of cancer, but the family managed to stay together for a couple years as her father struggled to care for them all. In the end, she was left at the front doorstep of an adoption agency with her younger brother because they were too young to fully care for themselves, and because Renee needed special medical attention due to the effects of malnutrition.
After a few months, a missionary family came to the orphanage and fell in love with the mysterious, silent girl with wide eyes, but not so much the little boy that was glued to her leg with an insolent glare. When they finally managed to pry him away and take her home, they changed her name from Rei to Renee, not realizing the damage that had been caused until that night. In the middle of sweet dreams for the couple and their three other children, one girl would wake screaming at the top of her lungs, babbling in Korean and growing furious when they didn't understand. More than once, something was broken or thrown across the room in a fit of outrage at the world. Thinking that this was a side affect to being in the run-down agency, they simply started taking things out of her room that were breakable and letting her have her fits. When it became obvious to Renee that nothing would change because (in her mind) they didn't care, the screaming eventually stopped.
She adored school at once, taking to learning like a moth to a flame, and obsessing over books. The only thing stronger was her love for art, and as she began to learn English, it became a sort of game to transfer what she was reading into art. She loved drawing the characters she read about, almost obsessively, and her more aggressive ceased, leaving her with a couple of rather creative rebellious teenage years, but nothing overly disastrous. Most of it stemmed from her adoptive parents wanting to become a doctor, seeing her art as more of a hobby and worrying for her future.
During high school, she spent a lot of time with the Drama Club, working on their production costumes, and other branches of the school caught on to her talents, occasionally asking for help with things like Choir costume coordination, etc. Almost immediately after graduating, she spent a couple years with a roommate as she worked through college as a waitress and focusing on her passion for creating and art, eventually falling to fashion design. Sick of the ramen-Coke diet, when she heard about the Walk of Fame, she knew she had to give it a shot. After all, what was the point of having dreams if she was going to hide behind them?
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:48 pm
The Audition
Breathe in, breathe out. If she didn't calm down, shed's screw up and there'd be no point in coming here...right?
Sighing, Renee eyed the door that led to the auditions for what felt like the hundredth time, fingers tapping a soft staccato that matched the tempo of her rapid heartbeats. Granted, she knew there would be a large crowd, but how did they fit so many people into such a small space? Or was it only small to her because of the crowd?
Renee knew she was babbling to herself, which wasn't the best thing for her already fraying nerves. Others seemed as nervous as she was, while some were just downright stoic. Were they that good at hiding their feelings, or just that confident in themselves?
"What's taking so long?" the girl a few seats away complained. Renee winced at her whiney, petulant voice and turned up the volume on her MP3 player. One earbud hung free, allowing her to listen for her own name, but thankfully, it gave the illusion that she was too busy to really talk to anyone else.
'I've already made up my mind. I'm already here,' she reminded herself sternly. 'There's no point in chickening out now.' Though that exit sure looked inviting. She'd spent most of her funds just getting here - practicality demanded that she stay, though she was going to give practicality a piece of her mind later.
The whiner was called up next; Renee didn't catch her name, groaning internally as the seat seemed to fill up almost at once with someone else. Someone who wanted to talk.
"Prepping?" The guy who was trying to coax her into conversation was cute in a home-down sort of way, complete with the innocent expression and dusting of freckles. He looked like an overgrown kid.
"Something like that," she admitted. Their conversation didn't last long, not with her one word replies, but it distracted her long enough that she was less nervous when her name was finally called. She adopted her most charming smile and rose, a thin black case in her hand as she made her way through the ominous crowd, zeroing in on a man with a clipboard. He looked almost as impatient as she felt. His suit was tasteful, but she had the sudden urge to alter it, or at least advise him to look less stiff. She hastily yanked out her earbud and stuck the music player in her purse.
"I know you're probably expecting some kind of performance," she addressed the judges as she came on stage. "And I suppose this is one, maybe a little different." She was conscious of her every movement, knowing she lacked the grace of a model but could hold her own. The outfit she'd picked was one she'd made herself, and there was a certain pride adding to the flutter of her heart as she walked to the judge's table. Their faces were impossible to read.
"You have your actors, singers and dancers, but somebody out there has to help them stand out from the crowd, right? Something that will catch everyone's eye and instantly let them know that Walk of Fame covers more than just their performer's raw talent." Her smile and stance grew more confident as she spoke - this was the hardest part, but also the one she'd prepared for the most. She made sure to keep her words soft and precise, not falling back to Korean for words she may not know or simply talking too fast for them to keep up.
"That's where I come in." She opened the thin case, which was actually her portfolio, displaying some of her more recent sketches, covering everything from actual clothing to jewelry, with notes clipped neatly to each sketch about possible colors and fabrics. Going over a few of her favorites for the current season seemed like a good idea. Thankfully, they were spared the horrific mess scrawled out on the pages before she'd copied them.
'Don't trip, don't trip...' Chanting to herself, Renee backed up a bit and motioned to what she was wearing - a short denim skirt with dark tights, a classy beaded tank, boots and several pieces of jewelry she'd fished out of hiding.
"This is some of my own work. I may not have been in the business long, but I know what I'm doing, and I'm not a stranger to work or what's new. But I'm not afraid to push my boundaries, either." An impish grin now - she was getting nervous again and trying to make up for it. She was also running out of steam. It would be better to undersell herself than constantly push.
"Just something to think about." Her tone implied that she knew they would. Arrogant, certainly, but sitting around like a doormat wouldn't help, either. She left a couple copies with them and gave the slightest inclination of a bow, a habit she'd been trying to break and, obviously, not quite succeeding.
"Thank you for your time." She sighed in relief as she left the stage, the strange whoosh of air filling her lungs making her giddy. She'd done it, no matter what happened from here.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:49 pm
Growth RequirementsUnknown -> Talented
A minimum of one roleplay.
At least one performance.
At least one journal entry about character's experiences in Walk of Fame.
At least three weeks since character's drop off.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 4:42 pm
December 31st Things are so different from what I expected when I was first accepted by the Walk of Fame. The road isn't eas free as I originally thought, but I've been working to keep a steady income, as well as working on my fashions. Sometimes the two don't mix, though, and it's hard to chose. Sometimes I think I chose the wrong option, and I find my thoughts so full of contradictions that I don't know which end is up. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this.
No....no, I can't think that way. My big break just hasn't come yet, that's all. It has to be.
I briefly met a young girl named Riley in the park the other day. She seems sweet enough; I hope we can be friends.
The holidays have been so chaotic, and Trinity's big comeback was heavily overshadowed by a mystery shooting and threats to come after other performers, as well. I was in the dining hall, but was one of the lucky ones, I guess. Other than a few bruises from bumping into a massive crowd, I'm fine. I was fortunate not to get shot.
Then there was the fiasco with Chad Mitt and his girl, Angelica. The woman's half-cocked crazy, I swear. She accused me of cheating with him! A few names got thrown around, and I admit, I probably should have stuck up for myself, but it was a public event that everyone was trying to enjoy, not to mention my first. And she was pregnant - what kind of fight is that? Too much, I guess, because her water broke and I wound up trying to help her stay out of the public's eye. Talk about a disaster.
So, I've been laying low for now and trying to finish up for my debut fashion reveal. I get nervous just thinking about it...
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