Username :: Masamune Syaoran
Name :: Ren Michael Derehart
Age :: 17
Year :: Junior
Gender :: Male
Sexuality :: Straight
Nationality :: Irish
Height :: 5' 11"
Faction :: Red Faction Leader
Power :: Gravity Control (a level five power)
Class Schedule ::
1. Gym
2. Math
3. History
4. Lunch
5. French
6. Art
Likes :: Personal power, Strong friends, Dirty jokes, Sports, Showing off, Getting his way.
Dislikes :: Weaklings, Authority figures, Any class that isn't Gym, Homework, Anyone tougher than him.
Talents :: Atheletic, an accomplished Guitarist.
Flaws/Weaknesses :: Ren's bullying usually gets him whatever he wants, but it's earned him a reputation. Among the faculty his middle name is 'probable cause', and he's the first one they look for when someone gets hurt. Because he values strength above all else, he doesn't get on well with most of his peers. Most of the friends he does have usually just humor him out of fear, and he knows it. This leads him to avoid the company of his fellow students, and leaves him feeling empty and alone, though he'd never admit it to anyone, even himself.
Personality :: Ren is generally glum, but really comes out of his shell during gym class, when he gets to show off, and in the company of his few really good friends. Ren views Power as the last word on a person's worth. Either you have it or you don't. If you don't, watch out! To anyone 'beneath him' (pretty much everyone), Ren is arrogant, cruel, and often becomes violent, if he thinks he can get away with it.
He never passes up an opportunity to harass 'Boss Blue', but he keeps his distance from the rest of the Faction Leaders if he can help it.
Background :: Ren grew up in the countryside, far from the bustle of the cities and towns, where he would be 'safe', his parents assured him. They never told him what from. He lived his early childhood in a tight-knit community of 'unique' individuals, the same kind that were locked away at the school he would later find himself in. When the little countryside hamlet was exposed, they were immediately set upon by religious fanatics, who denouced them as witches and devil worshippers because of their abilities, and called for the eradication of the village and its inhabitants.
Violence broke out, ending only when the United Nations sent a military peacekeeping force to subdue it. The "dangerous" villagers (the ones that survived the fighting) were rounded up and taken away.
These were the people Ren was supposed to be safe from. He was six years old at the time.
The second phase of Ren's life consisted of government (he never knew which) sponsored programs, tons of testing, and a lot of lashing out at his fellows. It was through his violent temper tantrums that Ren learned how to make people do what he wanted. He soon had a small group of thralls, those peers who feared him, but were willing to follow him nonetheless. Seeing this, his sponsors got nervous, even moreso because Ren had already caused hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages on his own. His ability to manipulate and defy the fundamental laws of gravity made him dangerous. His lack of respect for those around him made him a monster. But the way he was able to command the respect and loyalty of his fellows, and furthermore the skill with which they executed their plans under his command, made the agents in control of the compound piss themselves.
After a very nearly successful jailbreak attempt, Ren was kept isolated, more or less subdued, and educated until he reached high school age. The unseen puppetmasters of his life then decided that, in an effort to curb his arrogant and vicious tendencies, they would enroll him in a school where everyone was just like him. They hoped he'd learn respect, when the thing that made him unique became the thing that made him the same as everyone else around him. The only problem was, "I'm stronger than most of these weaklings, too."
In his first year, Ren managed to beat and bully his way into the leadership of the Reds. He put his talent for getting people to do what he wanted to good use there. He learned who his enemies were, who was stronger than him, and what his limits were. His second year progressed comfortably, with few people willing to stand up to him and his Reds, the group soon terrorised the school behind the faculty's backs. Now with the third year of his reign beginning, the King of the Red Faction is back.
And it's good to be king.
Extra Info :: It's pronounced "Dare-Heart".
