The Navarene Bloodline
At A Glance
Full Name: Renn Travis Elliot
Age: 20
Birthdate: August 13th
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Bloodline: Navarene (Earth)
Personality
Likes:
-Gardening. (Green thumb ego. Hurrhurr.)
-Landscaping / Design. (It's what he wants to do with his life, you know, if it were a 'normal' one.)
-If there is a problem, he likes to find the root of it all. The foundation. Seriously, he enjoys a good puzzle.
-Authority, Rules, and Regulations. He is an exceptional example of the perfect 'follower', or enforcer.
-Nature. Duh. He's an out-doors type. Sports, handyman work, you name it.
-The Circle of Life. He even believes in hunting, however, this is ONLY if the prey is used for a circle of life process. (If you kill a deer, you will eat the deer!). Native Americans did this with everything -- and he agrees 100%.
-Animals. (His second choice of what he wants to do in life: working with or studying animals.)
Dislikes:
-Unnecessary violence. (Though he'll listen to the command, despite how he feels about it.)
-Destruction.
-Trolling, teasing, or anything that may result in pushing someone over the metaphorical edge. (From past experience.) He will protect the underdog in these cases and the predator will learn quickly of his disappointment in them.
-Cellphones. Texting. Emailing. He prefers physical interaction (as in, come talk to his face, not to his electronic device. He enjoys that the cellphones don't work on the Isle.)
-Metal and Scream-o music. It just isn't music to him.
Fears:
-Fire. Bonfires. Wildfires. Fireworks. If the word is in it, he's afraid of it. -- Except Fireflies. They're not so bad.
-Anyone finding out what really happened with the freak earthquake he caused when he manifested. It's not a story he likes to talk about.
Goals:
-Other than becoming either a landscape designer or taking care of animals, Renn would like to get his 'situation' under control as much as possible and live a normal life.
Before his manifesto, Renn didn't care about anything. Apathy was his middle name. His dad had taught him that he wasn't worth the dirt beneath his shit and that he'd never get any better - and Renn believed it. His mother, on the other hand, was fantastic. She pushed him to do great things, but even she could understand that her spouse wasn't the best idol for a model citizen growing up.
It was when he finally manifested that everything started. The best night of his life easily turned in to the worst, ended the lives of many - including his mother - and opened the door to so many questions. Too many questions. It was overwhelming, and without anyone to keep him level headed and with some advice, he began to sink in to the ground. When he came to the Isle, and was told he'd never have to see his 'father' again if he didn't want to, he was thrilled. It was almost as if someone had revived the life back in to this scared kid who thought the grass would never be greener. This utopia taught him so many things - and gave him a new breath and walk of life.
He grew patience, peace, and passion for things. He took over the leading work for the Isle's gardens for their kitchen, and also took it upon himself to play with the landscape a bit - at least on the grounds that weren't hostile. He opened his mind to the possibility that maybe 'book smarts' isn't so bad, and that with people who understood him and what he was going through, he would be more compelled to read, write, and educate himself. Instead of a nightmare, his ability became a dream by the third year he'd stayed.
As far as relationships go, he hasn't had one since. He's had his eyes on a few girls, but it's hard to push the memory of your first sexual encounter ending in such disaster that you.. killed your date. What if he hurt someone else? What if they couldn't protect them self? Or worse, he couldn't control it? It's the worst feeling in the world, this uncertainty, and he can't afford to feel so deeply about someone that he would risk it all.
At least, that's what he thinks.
Appearance Notes: Renn has a tattoo that winds up the left side of his body, starting at the hip bone and when the height reaches beneath his arm, it curls branches over and across his chest (reaching the length just above his right nipple). The bird in the picture is set over his heart, perched on a branch.
Capabilities
Bloodline Gift: Elemental Fury. Each Spirit-Touched has a connection to elemental magic, a specific element, in fact. In Renn's case, it's Earth. Being on the Isle for 3-4 years, now, Renn has learned very well how to manipulate the element when it's already present. He's very solid at creating his own material as well. What he strives for, is to perfect this, protect this, and see if there is any further teachings he can obtain.
With his abilities in specific, he makes for a fantastic soldier in the combat. He wouldn't lead, per say, as often as someone with the Fire-ability, but he is the foundation of order and support. He obeys, and enforces. He is the solid ground people jump from and find their inspiration.
Bloodline Weakness: Elemental Affliction: The first aspect of this weakness is that they are a bit more removed from humanity than their fellows. They often have difficulty with social subtlety. That isnāt to say they are unfriendly; they can be quite cheerful, but fail to grasp things such as sarcasm or body language.
In Renn's case, he can withstand some social encounters, but due to his upbringing and the huge detachment from normal people that he feels due to his bloodline, he does his best to steer clear of people, to be as polite as possible during the tours, and to keep by himself in the quiet of the landscaping and gardening of the Isle. He doesn't notice things like sarcasm and treats every thing you tell him like it is the truth. So, if you're going to come to him and say, "Ugh, I am going to die, I am so bored," he's likely to believe you and tackle you in to the infirmary until you're clear for 72 hours of being no harm to yourself or anyone around you.
The second aspect is that their element is always reflected in their personalities. Those with an affinity for fire are often hot-headed, those who have bonds to water can be similarly placid. There are no strict guidelines for this part of the frailty; so long as it makes sense, any interpretation is fair game.
Renn is of the Earth, so his mood is usually very solid and hard to push him from. If he's in a bad mood (which is rare), then leave him alone and try again tomorrow. If he's in a great mood, the only thing that can change that is an emergency. Most often, he is very calm because he's made a routine of tending to the landscaping and gardening of the Isle as his personal duties, so he is often found by himself and at the most peace - as shown on his face if someone were to watch him. He also severely enjoys rules and regulations. He won't break them unless it is under dire circumstances where someone's life is in danger. He likes foundation - as in authority and a chain of command. He respects everyone in charge, and even the newer charges that attend each time a new one is brought up. Everyone is equal in his mind.
Other Skills: Level Headedness: He doesn't take verbal or physical abuse hard. His father did enough of it that he lets it go in one ear and our the other. If someone were to hit him, he does NOT hit back. He is very good at keeping his cool and remaining calm, even when another person against them is at their worst on him. Now, he will break this unspoken code if someone threatens another person's life. That's no joke to him, even in a 'just kidding!' instance. (See: bloodline weakness aspect one).
He also knows how to fire a weapon (guns and shotguns), though prefers not to. Countryside Texan life is his 'training'.
Biography
Before his manifesto, the only place Renn was going fast was juvenile hall. He skipped most of his classes, smoked weed like it was air, and thought -- no, knew that he would amount to absolutely nothing. That's what his father had always told him, anyway. When puberty came around, his mother's influence finally began to sink in. He didn't skip school as much, kept the weed for 'those days', and even got a job at the local gas station down the street. (In Podunkville, Texas, that was the ONLY convenience store. It was kind of a big deal.)
Like any other boy his age, by the time he turned 16, it was time for the transition: when the boy becomes a man. Nervous? Of course. Prepared? Definitely. He may have been a half-wit for brains, but his common sense took over when it came to things that could end up permanent -- and contrary to his father's belief, he wasn't going to get his 'first' pregnant. He pulled out a few dollars on to the counter, took his rubbers, and slipped back in to the car next to Cheyenne. She was pretty. That's about all that she had going for her, but that's all it took to get Renn's approval. It wasn't about love. It wasn't about feelings or sincerity, and she knew it too. It was about the desire to cross that bridge, to break that boundary and enter in to the rest of his life.
To put lightly, we'll just say that it was 'earth shattering sex'. No, not that he was great for his first time. What this means is, Renn went along the normal routine, and as we all hope things end in these scenarios, he finished. That was when it all began. The last motion not only sent his 'girlfriend' to the edge of her seat (in the car), but it also appeared to break the ground beneath and all around them, taking out the majority of the neighborhood -- which was about half the small town! The news said it was the apocalypse, but deep down, Renn knew that it was his fault. The 'apocalypse' of his life, though, was that it had also killed his mother.
Talk about a turn off.
The next few months went very different for him. He turned in to your average day teenager, going to class, working on his grades, and taking any shit his dad gave him when his mother wasn't around. He didn't argue, he didn't budge out of the routine, and he didn't cause trouble. It was almost as if life had turned him around -- but it was the opposite. He was about to turn his life around, and not for the better.
He found the gun that was concealed in the gas station -- particularly if you needed to get rowdy kids out or worse - criminals. He took it with him and headed to -- well, he didn't know where he was going to go because he never made it to the end of the road before someone called out his name. It wasn't that moment when he recognized a friend or his father, begging him not to end his life. Instead, it was a stranger, and she was gorgeous.
"There is an alternative." That was all she needed to say to break the spell Renn was under. He turned around, tears running silently down his face, and tossed the gun at her feet. He threw his hands up, exhausted and suffering alone, and ran up to, wrapping his arms around her waist. She was the mother he didn't have anymore, and she held him closely, shaking her head. "There is life after death, darling." She spoke to him, looking down at him with a wink.
What she had meant, was, they would fake his suicide, leave his bastard of a father figure, and he would be off with her to wherever it was she said. He hadn't listened to anything past: "we're leaving". Yes, she was a complete stranger talking about all these things that were too good to be true -- which screams out 'stranger danger!' to any normal person, but to Renn... What else did he have to lose?
Now, he's been around for nearly four years, he's had his share of training and guidance, but he drags his heels about leaving. He is somewhat of a mentor to the others who haven't been around that long, but he's not quite a Guardian or near the status. He spends most of his days landscaping or gardening alone, and giving the occasional tour to the new bloodlines. His life is paradise, in his mind.
If only it could stay this way.