Renee Farley
Apr 11, 2011 23:27:38 GMT -5
Post by Renee Farley on Apr 11, 2011 23:27:38 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Renee Rainbow Farley
Nicknames: None.
Age: 47
Orientation: More or less heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Police officer.
Powers: None.
Play By: Lauren Holly.
The Details
Hair Color: Brown, going gray in places.
Eye Color: Blue.
Any Piercings? One in each ear.
Any Tattoos? None.
Any Scars? Several, acquired in the line of duty.
General Appearance:
Renee has a severe face with blue-green eyes, nostrils that tend to flare, and a high forehead. Her skin is quite pale, and she burns easily. She stands about 5’7”— above average, but not tall enough to have a height advantage. She’s in good shape for her age, but it’s the sort of good shape that has way more to do with muscle tone and endurance than with weight and BMI. Being skinny is not a priority for her; keeping her body functional is.
Renee’s hair is brown, but she dyes it dirty blonde. She’s not good at keeping up with the dye, so her roots are usually obvious. She wears her hair in a short, shaggy cut, so that it will be out of her way.
Off-duty, she favors comfy, simple clothes: jeans, t-shirts, and running shoes. If she’s relaxing at home, she wears sweats or the flannel pajamas. When she wears jewelry, it is usually limited to earrings. In short, it’s pretty obvious that most of Renee’s style decisions are based on practicality or comfort.
Personality:
Renee can best be summed up as calm, patient, and practical. She has a certain maturity that comes with being middle-aged and having been a cop in a major metropolitan area. For the most part, she’s unflappable. In keeping with her serious nature, her word is her bond. In particular, she does not threaten violence lightly. With her determination and her intense focus, she gets a lot of satisfaction out of figuring things out.
Renee is down-to-earth. She values clarity—seeing to the heart of things, getting priorities straight, and getting shit done. She also places a high value on the interpersonal connections in her life: family ties, friendship, community, and, of course, the brotherhood of police officers. In some ways, Renee is not as conservative as you might expect of a cop, in part because of her mother. She makes an effort to understand others’ points of view and make compromises—but she doesn’t always succeed.
When it comes to anger, Renee tends toward the ‘righteous fury’ end of the scale. There are some things that she believes in very strongly and won’t try to compromise on. These are her berserk buttons. She doesn’t lose her temper often, but when she does, she’s an avalanche, coldly crushing the guilty party. She tends to believe that she is in the right.
Renee takes her funtime almost as seriously as her job. She plays pick-up, half-court basketball like a full contact sport, and woe betide the poor soul who disturbs the sanctity of movie-and-beer time.
Your Vices
Likes:
food (particularly Italian beef sandwiches)
proper procedure
fantasy and sci-fi novels
Chicago, despite everything
going to the shooting range
Dislikes:
shallow people, fools, jerks
most cop shows
sexism—totally out of patience with it at this point
her middle name
Strengths:
staying calm in crises
marksmanship
reality checks
leadership
focus
Weaknesses:
kind of socially awkward when in situations where “arrest someone” is not a viable option
not accepting metahumans/ metaphobia
sometimes too rigid
occasionally humorless/ too serious
Fears:
being powerless (which contributes to her uncomfortableness with metas)
not being able to say goodbye to her mother before she dies
getting people killed via her failure
Secret:
Biased against metahumans as a group (metaphobic, to coin a term), but trying hard to repress it for a number of reasons: professionalism, morals, desire to fit in.
Family Ties
Father: Gene Farley. Deceased.
Mother: Sylvia Farley. An aging hippie in a Vermont nursing home.
Siblings: Two brothers, Desmond and Greg.
Any Other Important People:
Renee is single by choice. She’s dated and had several long-lasting relationships, but she’s never met somebody she wanted to marry. Marriage is an awful lot of work, as she sees it.
She has some really important friends, most of whom are fellow cops back in Chicago. Also, she has extended family who are split between Illinois and Vermont.
History
Renee Farley is the result of the meeting of opposites. Her father Gene was a police officer in Chicago. Her mother Sylvia was a hippie (hence “Rainbow.”) Somehow, they managed to overcome their differences enough to fall in love and get married. When their first child, Greg, came along, they moved out of the city to a smaller town.
That was where Renee grew up. She was the quietest one in the family, but she frequently defeated both her brothers in their scuffles and games. She also held her own in playground fights when people teased her about her middle name.
Renee was born in 1964, during the civil rights movement. While her father was supportive of African-Americans, he was opposed to meta rights. He felt that metahumans were inherently dangerous to humans, and that giving them rights only increased that danger. “All it takes is one bad apple,” he’d say, “and then we’ll regret it.” Sylvia, on the other hand, was a staunch advocate of meta rights and was deeply disappointed in Gene for failing to recognize their essential humanity. For the sake of their marriage, they tried to avoid the topic, but Renee and her brothers still heard the argument many times over.
Renee was inspired to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a police officer as a child, when Gene bailed a schoolmate of hers out of a bad home situation. She joined the force in Chicago, as her father had. Even in the eighties, it still wasn’t easy to be a female cop, but people were more willing to respect her because they remembered Gene. Over the years, she got slowly disillusioned as she saw the nastier side of humanity. But despite the ugliness, she found police work satisfying, both for its own sake and its ultimate outcome.
She didn’t encounter many metahumans during that time. Statistically speaking, they make up a very small fraction of the overall population, and there were none on the force. As a result, the only encounters Renee ever had with metas were one or two preteens who were coming into their powers and wreaking havoc.
About ten years ago, Gene died of a heart attack. It was totally unexpected, and it threw the family into shock. It was especially difficult for Renee. Though their relationship wasn’t always smooth, she had been her father’s favorite and had been able to relate to him in ways that the others couldn’t.
Gene’s death made Sylvia crave a change of scene. Staying in the town where they had lived together for so long was painful for her. With all of her children grown and gone, there was no reason for her to remain, so Sylvia moved to Vermont to be near her side of the family.
Renee is 47 now, and feeling the effects of middle age. A recent close call made her decide that that she’s getting too old for Chicago policing. She doesn’t want to leave the Chicagoland area, but her mom’s health has been declining rapidly and Renee wants to be closer to her. She is moving to Pilot Ridge because there was a job opening there and it’s near Sylvia’s retirement home. Naturally, she doesn’t know Hammel’s true nature, and she isn’t expecting a lot of crime in a town this small.
Man, is she in for a surprise.
Roleplay Example
That made him think of the last painting his angry artist girlfriend had done. Allie’s English class had just read “Beowulf,” and she had painted a monster five feet high. It snarled down from the art room wall, big, nasty, yellow fangs bared. She had been standing in front of it, smiling just as toothily, like a mad scientist happy with her work.
Allie was a weird girl. She didn't let him kiss her much, and when he interrupted her painting once she swiped his cheek savagely with a brush full of purple paint.
She made her own T-shirts sometimes. She had one that said “This is ridiculous.” He liked that shirt; it was really tight. But when he'd stare at her, the words would eventually make him aware that, yes, his ogling was ridiculous too. The he felt ridiculous himself. He didn't like that, and he didn’t like her strange postmodern English bands. I could even hate her, he realized with appalled wonder. But he was fascinated by her. Their relationship was one of mutual prodding.
What About You?
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Name: Apparently I have already been mentioned to some people here as Amy, so I’ll just keep going by that.
Age: 18-23
Experience: I have written fanfiction and original fiction. I am new to RPing (and this site) but I have at least seen it done before.
How Did You Find Us? Kayla.
Ready To Play? Hopefully
