Rene'esme

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Rene'esme
Player: @omgitstina
Origin: Natural
Archetype: Arachnos Widow
Threat Level: 50
Personal Data
Real Name: Rene'esme
Known Aliases: Rene, Esme, Rene'esme, Renny, Ren
Species: Homo Sapien
Age: 20 Years;
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Biographical Data
Nationality: American
Occupation: Kindred Specialist. Weapons Expert. Assassin.
Place of Birth: Classified
Base of Operations: Classified
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Audrey[Deceased], Charisle[unknown], Rosalie X[unknown]
Known Powers
Advanced Psychological Projection
Known Abilities
Advanced Psychological Perception, Psychological-Understanding, Close Combat Skills, Extensive Firearms Knowledge.
Equipment
N/A
No additional information available.



[A great thanks goes out to Kage. for helping with just about everything!]

Contents

Birth And Early Childhood

Well I was born in.....actually never mind it doesn't matter. I was born on February 23, 1985. Names Rene'esme, last name yeah something I hold close your not getting that...When I was a wee little baby girl Mom(Audrey) always tried to shield me from "Evil" like dads(chalisle) work. Dad worked as an assassin, kinda can see why mom would want to shield her baby from that? Before dad was a killer though he was in the military. I mean does killing people make you a monster? I don't think so everyone loved my dad, he was a great man, a man of his word even. Mom well she was a doctor she taught me anything and everything I needed to know about medicine and first aide and stuffs. Her only default dad would say is her being so brash and outspoken, thats most likely where I got it from.-shrugs-I grew up an /almost/ normal life...I was one of those girls that read the stories on the fictional characters , like Vampires, Werewolf's, Zombies, Demons; never thought they were real though.... The thing that sets me apart though is how many of you were learning to wield a knife at the age of 6? I was dad taught me how to use a knife, how to respect the knife. How to think on your toes for survival. He taught me to kill a man in seconds. That was the first thing he taught me, and I fell in love with the knife. Next, I learned about defense. Like how to disarm any man, or woman in a matter of seconds. I was 9 at that time. Then when I was strong enough I learned to use a gun. Thats got to be the easiest way to kill, that's why dad made me learn that last. He thought it was to simple, as he said "it takes no skill to merely point and pull the trigger". I did love the power behind the gun...but father was right it doesn't take a great person to kill with a gun.-Grumbles sighing- I forgot...I have a sister...Rosalie...From the day I was born she hated me. She was trying to kill me before I could even talk. This was most likely why I'm always denying I'm hurt...I trained everyday to be faster, stronger, and better then her in every way..

Cataclysm

I remember the night very clearly, like a bad dream, it was October 14, 1998. Me and my mom were watching a movie, it was a dark fall night a bit windy and such. About half way through the movie I felt a strange tension in the air, couldn't put my finger on exactly what but or why...Then the lights started to flicker. I found it strange it was a new house so they shouldn't do that, should they? Me being daddy's little angel was already flipping around his knife he gave me...Then a rattle was heard in the kitchen like a door quietly closing. My mother quickly jumped up grabbing me and and blanket pushing me to the back door. I was confused yet wanted to see what she was freaking out about. so i hid in the closet by the door. I was spying through the slits in the door. That's when I saw the angelic looking man. His face looked as though it was carved with stone, his beauty marveled me, i was sure there was nothing wrong with his face not one wrinkle, not one cut, scar, nothing. His body tall and lean, he wasn't wearing a shirt his chest was sparkling as the moon light hit it. His eyes were a strange crimson color. I was shocked cause I have never seen a single thing like that, nor do I wish to again... My mother was prepared though she had a small pistol. We were used to danger and always being on our toes when we were out and about...but in our house barely ever. This man though seemed to move with inhuman skill and precision. he almost seemed to dance to her, although his speed faster then any human could move. Thats when it started to hit me all the books i used to read were coming in to play. All of it started to make sense now. I KNEW what he was...he was a vampire. My mind had to be playing games on me.. but i was putting all together, the sparkling skin, the dark crimson eyes, the inhuman speed. What was i thinking vampires are just something someone made to scar kids. just fictional characters. no wonder mom wanted me gone, she must have known what he was. In a split second i was back in reality. fully aware of my surroundings. he leaned to whisper something in her ear. her body went tense, rage in her eyes, although seemed paralyzed. the man looked to where i was, im sure he knew where i was, he smiled at me a very menacing smile. then he leaned in to give my mother a kiss of death on her neck...my mother was still frozen in fear. her color grew paler and paler as the seconds passed. He stopped his eyes darker even now. a small drop of blood on his lips, he turned again smiling at me. my mothers cold dead body on the ground. I was now the one paralyzed by fear and torture of seeing her die in front of me. my mind was racing. Why not me? why her? why? Who was it? Am I dreaming? From this day on I have set out to find the bastard that did that and kill him myself.

Military Life

When I turned 18 I enlisted, as soon as I could. I knew I had the precision and the skill to be a sniper as I wanted. But they told me I couldn't due to the danger it could put me in...So instead I became Military Intelligence. It wasn't exactly what I wanted but hey it works. I served for a year...I was dismissed after that due to medical issues or some crap like that...

Gun Runnin'

The time between when I was discharged and moving to the Isles?..Officially, I just got a job at a local warehouse distribution company and lived peacefully for a couple years...Is that the reality? Heh, Yeah..Right..Off the record, well..Let's just say Warehouses all over coastal cities came off the market around the same time. They say Russia's the largest weapons distributor in the world. I'm not a country, but if my records were released, the amount of work I have signed under my name would've made the Kremlin itself do a double-take. It was a local gig at first, running contracts here and there in the states...Unfortunately the ATF decided to stick its nose in my business..A few strings pulled and I managed to have my 'stocks' moved elsewhere...I didn't have quite what the movers asked for, and they seemed to come out of the blue too well-timed...By the time the vans had surrounded the two dozen warehouses I had in a cover name, there were already Bush planes over Venezuela. I squeezed my way onto a San Francisco Cruise-liner and waited out the bloodhounds..

After I got re-established, -without- the lousy U.S. Government with its hands halfway down my pockets, it was paradise all over again. Rebuying Russian weapons in bulk, refurbishing and customizing to -my- specifications..Most of their stock Avtomat Kalashnikova Model 1947s had this...Most annoying little star on its back..I'm sure to this day you may still find glazed, prestine guns amidst packs of the Russian Horde's. Theirs perhaps slightly rusted, badly shaped, dry..Not mine, No. And that star? Well I decided to have it removed...And now there's a scale to every weapon sold by my pen. I've been asked why, and the reason is simple...Government's do not do their job..At least not all the time, it is up to the people, to extract and apply justice...With my weapons, I am guaranteeing them that the quality will allow said justice to be applied..After a while I heard of a little place called the Rogue Isles..Particularly from a client, Vladimir Ive Diavolo..He asked for a sample of my products, and I provided happily a single crate...And then he did something I really didn't expect, he almost bought out my entire stock that I had at the moment....Seeing the check,I shipped them all pronto, but when the time came to cash, the bank account did not exist, moreso that name wasn't heard of anywhere around the world.. I was obviously -not- a happy camper, packed my shit, and caught the next private sound-barrier breaking aviator to this run down shit hole in the middle of nowhere...I found his office, hell-his door was wide open...And I still can't figure out what I found, or rather..Why I found it...I had a detailed record of files of where all my weapons were being kept..The warehouses, the private Security firms guarding them...Keys to each warehouse..And a rose on the desk. I don't question it, all I do is promise the sly buck who did it a right swing whenever I find out who it is...


Life With The Mandate

Alright so I was with the mandate..I so wasn't myself. I was all uptight. Mad all the time. Always denying stuff..always trying to kill people.

Friends

That Gray Area

Known Enemy's

Ooc Notes

IC Notes

IC Questions You May Have About Rene'esme?

[Add anything you want to ask]

IC Comments

[Add what you think of her]

"This is by far the most stubborn, unreasonable, aggressive woman I've -Ever- Met..She has gotten me stabbed, shot at, and put in direct blast-radius of a nuclear device. I've been waded into battles I could've cared less about, and my Blood List has nearly doubled since she first came to the Mandate...But..She is as reliable as she is stubborn, dedicated as she is unreasonable, and as strong as she is aggressive..I question her reasoning sometimes, but what she does is what she does. She could use a lesson or two in manners, however.. *Executioner Kage

"Out of an eternity of mortals at my whim to choose to observe, out of them all, you still baffle me the most.I almost felt alive, once. When I had awoken from a simple slumber to find you with a band of mad-men whom would -not- understand me, nor try and take the time too come to reason with your..Somewhat, intimate involvement with me..It was your choice, not mine..And now we find ourselves on opposite sides of the trenches..I do wish you well, and I hope there might be a time when this can be put behind us, but as close as you were, that is no more..You show uneeded hostility towards me, and my nature leaves no choice but to return it..Thank you though, I see the reason your fellows seek out others so passionately..And I'm Sorry to have disappointed you as much as I have.. *Krosun

"Dear Christ you give me a headache. I go through probably a bottle of aspirin a day on you alone. I'm genu-fucking-inely surprised I have not OD'd yet. Nonetheless, you're alright. You're a good friend, and we got a bit too much in common for me to feel comfortable with. Even down to the creepy pseudo-second-self. But hey, like I said, you're alright. I have your back. You need someone offed, just tell me who. * Talisien

Songs that sum up her life

Gangsters And Thugs - The Transplants

Attached At The Hip - Cky

Escape From Hellview - Cky

Vermilion Part 2 - Slipknot

Psychosocial - Slipknot

Your Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring"

Twisted Transiter - Korn

The Fight Song - Marilyn Manson

Diamonds And Guns - The Transplants

Always - Blink 182

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