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[h2].:| [color=slateblue]N/A[/color] | [color=slateblue]18[/color] | [color=slateblue]Single[/color] | [color=slateblue]Pansexual[/color] | [color=slateblue]Male[/color] |:.[/h2][/center]
 
 


[center].:| [color=slateblue][b]A P P E A R A N C E[/b][/color] |:.  [/center]
[indent]Renè is quite the tall individual, taking after his biological parents – standing at 6'5, with a medium muscular build to his limbs and chest area; the guy works out now and again, but it's more for convenience than vanity. Things are easier when you're stronger and fitter. As for skin, it is smooth for the most part; naturally, a few scars from living a non-sheltered life, but nothing major marrs his dark brown, somewhat umber-toned skin. 

Renè has a handsome face, with full lips; well-defined cheekbones and eyebrows; and a smattering of stubble should he forget to shave every other morning (Which he does – frequently). Said face can usually be seen pulling emotive expressions now and again, in which case, is the most emotion he will profess in a situation. Otherwise, his dark chocolate eyes are somewhat hooded; eyelids lazy, oft hidden behind a cloud of cigarette smoke emanating from his mouth and nostrils. 

Should his black, dense, springy hair grow long enough (AKA. When he doesn't give in to his Mother's nagging to have it cut), he'll generally have it loose. It's got too much strength and a mind of it's own to be tied back, beyond perhaps a bandana or hairband pushing it away from his eyes. 

As for clothing style, it would be described as laid-back. Although never going as far as to wear something dirty or sweaty, Renè hasn't much care for clothing, nor brands – probably due to the fact he and his Mother didn't have an over-abundance of money when he was growing up. Also, because he couldn't give a damn about labels. Therefore, he just wears a lot of plain stuff; jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, jackets; all probably unbranded. The only one he has really taken to is converse; never owning more than two colours at a time, but he can usually be seen walking about in them. For colder weather he has heavier jackets, usually sheepskin; also some battered leather boots that he's had for years. [/indent]
 


 
[center].:| [color=slateblue][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color] |:. [/center]
 
[indent]Renè is a man of few words – not that he doesn't speak much, but when he does, such words are chosen carefully. Not that he isn't intelligent; her certainly is a bright fellow, always having done well in his classes regardless of the subject. He is no stranger to hard work, after all – he just prefers to not waste energy on pointless speeches. This often gives him a rather apathetic air... which, in most cases, isn’t incorrect. Renè picks and chooses only a select few things to waste his time and energy on; apathy most likely occurs for other things. 

However, one shouldn't assume Renè is uncaring in anything; for his true passions lay in the simplest, perhaps most important things of life; friendship, love, imagination, food, humour, music... the basics of a human's life. Most other things – politics, social norms or classes, religion – they don't bother him. Yeah, everyone's entitled to their opinion – but if you're going to hurt someone with it, keep it quiet man. Although it doesn’t surface very often, Renè does have his mother's temper. And it isn’t pleasant upon witnessing it. [/indent]
 


 
[center].:| [color=slateblue][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color] |:. [/center]
[indent]As far back as he can remember, Renè lived in France with his mother, and with no contact with any other extended family (Beyond his mother's close friends, who were often known to him as Aunts and Uncles despite the lack of blood relations). There was no contact from his Father, his grandparents, or the one Uncle he knew was related to him by blood – there were no ties to this side of his family. 

However, this rarely bothered him. In fact, nothing really bothered Renè throughout his life – he was a fairly apathetic child, just as he is apathetic in many things now. If someone were to tease of bully him in school, the offender would be confused by the lack of reaction from Renè; he saw no real threat, and any physical threats were met with a calm – but sturdy – punch to the face (or other more, delicate areas), and he was never teased after this. He felt no real need to continue animosity, just as he felt no real need to make fast friends. He made them anyway, regardless of the way he felt – there was something assuring in his constant state of calm that attracted his school-mates too him, for the most part. He didn't complain – Renè found a group just as relaxing as being alone to his own thoughts. If one of his friends suggested an after-school activity or sport to him, he'd always give it a try. Never really made a difference to him; particularly sports, but he was never one to shy away from trying new things. 

Emotion truly hit him at the age of 12; his mother had been complaining of headaches for a few weeks, but neither had worried. Surely, it was just stress from her heavy hours; while helping her son grow up to be a decent enough individual.

However, it wasn't stress; an aneurysm can often occur without any real reason - or at least, any decent one for a 12 year old orphan. Anger and grief was felt, naturally, but he didn't express it, just as he rarely expressed emotions earlier in his life. It went inward, and by the time he received the news, went to the hospital first, and then a foster home, he had no words left. This silence continued for some time, before something rather unexpected happened. He was adopted.

There was suspicion in the young boy at first; there were other, far more desperate and friendly children in the home he stayed. Younger ones too; not many up and coming parents wanted to adopt an adolescent boy... too much trouble, and all that. But he could hardly refuse the offer; the home wasn't the best of places, and every place he went back to in his neighbourhood or his old life hurt too much without his Mother. A new place, a new family... it could help him.

However, he did feel some sense of unease when being told he would be moving to America with his new parents. He'd never really heard favourable stories about the place – for a place known as "Land of the free", it had far too many restrictions and discrimination that held against that title. 

Nevertheless, he complied; moving to a strange place with strange ways – still unused to the sudden abundance of money and onslaught of fancy. His father didn't spend much time with the family, what with work and the like; but Renè could respect that. Work was a better excuse than his real father had anyway - which was non-existent. His new mother tried to spoil him, but there wasn't much he wanted or demanded from her. One of the best presents he received were his pet snakes ([i]his babies[/i]), but the constant presents and lack of punishment from his mother was somewhat unsettling. He rebelled in his own ways; quietly, by beginning smoking and drinking at the age of 15. Not in an over-the-top manner, nor simply because he wanted to annoy his parents. He just... wanted to. Alcohol - specifically wine - was a usual staple with his meals back in France, and he had no intention of abandoning that tradition.

New York was fine; he integrated without any real issues, and kept any grief he had still in his heart; nobody needed to see it. Not his new friends, not his new parents, and not himself. Furthermore, the news of his father's retirement and moving of a new community didn't have much of an impact on him. He has enrolled at the local school, finishing out his very last year in compulsory schooling there; although other rules he still rarely adheres to. In France, the rules of smoking and drinking were far less stringent; nor was there a curfew. It would not be uncommon to see him breaking said rules in Lakewood; not of a sense of rebellion, but of alienness. Such a constricted life is odd and unfamiliar to him. [/indent]


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[indent]New student at the local school; is tempted to look for a job like he had back in France, as he's still unused to having such an abundance of money on hand.[/indent]
 


 
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[*][b]Painting[/b] - A hobby he picked up from his mother as a child; alongside enjoying the work of other artists throughout history, Renè dabbles in it himself. He'll say he's no Da Vinci, but he certainly has some modicum of talent with the brush – particularly in portraits. 

[*][b]Cooking[/b] - His mother worked a lot of hours, so Renè learned to cook at a very young age. Naturally, he started off with chips and spaghetti; simple recipes. Now he can knock up a decent dish with no trouble; and his desserts are divine. The souffle however... needs work.
 
[*][b]Smoking & Drinking[/b] - He'll freely admit they're more of an addiction than a hobby, but it's one he handles well. He doesn't get many negative emotions after being without either for long, but he would much prefer they stay in his life; regardless of America's silly rules about it. 

[*][b]Climbing[/b] - A wonderful way of keeping fit and retaining his strength; also, in the areas of nature he'll so often visit for climbing, he finds them to be isolated and peaceful. 

[*][b]Camping[/b] - Is there anything better than sleeping under the stars? He'd sleep out in his back garden just to look up at the beauty of the night sky and be among nature. Bugs don't bother him as much as it bothers other people... particularly in his neighbourhood. 

[*][b]Snakes[/b] - Well, the snakes themselves aren't a hobby, but looking after them is. A present from his mother to make his new life in America seem a bit better. 3 snakes; a Corn snake named Dewie; a Ball Python named Hazel; and a Burmese Python named Toulouse. Cute lil things, in his eyes. 

[*][b]Horses[/b] - He's always loved [i]les chevaux[/i], but hasn't had much chance to spend time with them; nor does he want to say to his mother that he likes them. She'd probably purchase him a whole stable in response.
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[indent][b]Estella Rostow[/b] – [i]Adopted Mother[/i] – Renè does appreciate what Estella tries to do for him, but there's more to affection than lavish presents and the like. He'd like to see what she's like beyond the money, and after just over five years together, still hasn't found it.

[b]Aron Rostow[/b] - [i]Adopted Father[/i] - Renè doesn't know Aron as much as Estella, what with all the time spent away with work; however, he respects the man for this. He works hard, and has done all of his life; he'd never hold that against the man. Renè is used to living without a Father, after all. However, there is some form of tangible tension between the two - Aron has certain expectations for Renè that Renè has no intention of following through. 

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