don't F E A R the R E A P E R

[x] --> And you are [?] . x X .
name/alias;; Renae
age;; 19
gender;; Female
email/messenger;; siennag_fan@yahoo.com.au
role playing experience;; Three years
other characters;; None
where did you hear about us;; ..hmm Appolyon maybe?

[x] --> Details [about] "you" . x X .
full name;; Ellen Harvelle
nickname(s);; None
date of birth;; Unknown
age;; In her forties (Various sources give different ages)
gender;; Female
sexual preference;; Heterosexual
grade or occupation;; Ex-Owner of Harvelle's Roadhouse/Hunter

[x] --> Paint [a] visual // in [my] head . x X .
eye color;; Brown
hair color;; Brown, highlighted
skin tone;; Caucasian
height;; 5'5"
weight;; 140lbs
fitness;; Slim, healthy.
tattoos;; None visible
piercings;; Ears
scars;; None visible, 1 large vertical one over her shoulder (left).
face used;; Samantha Ferris
picture;;
(Posted Image)
overall appearance;;

Ellen is an averge woman in her forties of an average height of five foot five and weighs one hundred and forty pounds. She is slim but has a healthy build and is fit for someone of her age.
Ellen has brown eyes that match her daughter but has brown hair that is lightly highlighted unlike her daughters.
She has no visible scarring, however she does have a large vertical scar over her left shoulder which she got when she was a young woman when she got into a bar fight. Ellen has her earlobes pierced but has no other bodily modifications to date. She is a caucasian woman who is dangerous to be plae if she doesn't go out in the sun every once in a while.

[x] --> Likes [&] Dislikes . x X .
likes;; daughter, husband, helping, being a mother, being useful, being the voice of reason.
dislikes;; dean touching her daughter, joanna hunting, supernatural, death of her husband.
strengths;; Confidant, takes no BS, motherly, strong, knowledgable.
weaknesses;; only human, stubborn, joanna.
hopes;; Joanna to live to be an old woman, to end the war.
fears;; Seeing any more people she loves hurt.
ambitions;; Live long enough too watch Joanna become her own independant woman..if that is possible.
hobbies;; carving wood, chatting to hunters, cleaning.
random facts;; Widowed, Informative, Owned Harvelle's Roadhouse.
overall personality;;

Ellen Harvelle is a take no bullshit kind of woman, she expects the truth from people through and through and won't have it any other way. She expects respect and gives it when it is earned.
She is stubborn but only when it comes to protecting her daughter from suffering a similar fate to her husband's. She is a resiliant woman who can bounce back from any situation that is thrown at her, for example the destruction of her home and job, the roadhouse. She was once a fearless woman which her husband told her that is what had won him over when they first met, but now that she has Joanna, and now matter how old Joanna is and will grow up to be, Ellen now has one fear, her daughter premature death.

[x] --> the day you // were [born] . x X .
place of birth;; Nebraska, USA
hometown;; Nebraska, USA
parents;; Unknown
parents occupations;; Unknown
siblings;; Unknown
number of children;; 1, Joanna Beth Harvelle
occupation;; Hunter/Ex-owner of the Harvelle Roadhouse.
marital status;; Widowed
transportation;; An old Dodge pick up
overall history;;

Ellen was born approximately forty years ago in Nebraska, USA and has not moved away at any point. The only time she has left Nebraska is to go hunting when she was in her early twenties before she gave birth to a daughter named Joanna Beth Harvelle, to her then alive husband William 'Bill' Harvelle.

Ellen got the news from John Winchester that Bill had been killed while they were both out hunting and she has always blamed John for her husband's demise. Ellen has since told the Winchester's that it was not John's fault for Bill's death an although she forgave him a long time ago, she fears that John had not.

Since her husband's death, Ellen raised Joanna on her own while she ran and worked at the roadhouse she and her husband once ran together.
Then one day down the track, Ellen received a welcome from two strangers in her bar, Dean and Sam Winchester. Her attitude towards them was hostile to begin with but became more friendly once she knew who they were. The hostility was raised once again when Dean lied to her about the where abouts of her daughter and her first impression of Dean being just like his irresponsible farther was once again reaffirmed when Dean told her that Joanna had been taken by a spirit they were hunting.
Ellen flies out to Philadelphia to bring Joanna home and is brought back to the roadhouse with Dean, Jo, and Sam in the Impala after the brothers rescused Joanna.

It was then after the boys left that she told Joanna she did not want her hunting while she was living under her roof, Joanna said fine and left.
Not long after a demon blows up the roadhouse killing Ash and others and leaving Ellen's where abouts unknown, however, a case of dumb luck as she put it sent her out to run errands and therefore survived the explosion.

Ellen later goes to Bobby Singer's place and explains why she wa not killed but Bobby does not believe her until he makes her drink holy water to reassure him she isn't possessed, she is not.

In Wyoming Ellen is forced by Jake to hold a gun to her own head as her own hostage so Booby, or the Winchesters will kill him. Jake manages to open the gates of hell and a few hundred demon's escape before Ellen and Bobby manage to close it.

For now, Ellen is still your 'gun toting, beer drinking, bar owing broad' that is out to claim her insurance on the bar and hopefully build another one, where? She does not know.

[x] --> Msc. x X .
anything else;; Nope
read the rules?;; november rain
role play sample;;

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[I]"Do me a favour and stop considering what you just saw." "you don't have to be like that." Liam looked up at the little blonde sitting in front of him, talking to him, she had startled him and he had retracted, but his face had softened as he looked over her appearance, she was simply gorgeous and angelic. He was lost in her and his eyes swept over her quickly taking in every detail. His mind snapped back to reality and he backed up a little; he had become precautious because he recognized her. It was her, he had just seen her in his premonition, standing there the middle of nowhere, trees surrounding her, he could see a flame in his hand ready to shoot past her or at her, he couldn't see who it was aimed at and it scared him. He had not killed a single person in so long and he didn't want too, he now felt what he had not felt before, remorse for the demise of another soul. His rage had given him the strength to massacre hundreds for decades, but now he would stay hidden and leave mankind alone. Liam swallowed as he looked over her as he remembered the premonition, she was trying to stop him from doing something and he didn't know what, and now she was sitting in front of him telling him he didn't have to be like that. Be like what? What was he going to do? Who was he going to hurt? He didn't know if demons could get headaches but he sure felt like one was coming. "I-I don't know what you are talking about.." It was almost a whisper, Liam didn't want to alert anyone to his presence, or rather their presence. And he didn't know what she was talking about, all he knew was that he felt angry in his premonition and she didn't want him to do something, and it couldn't be she didn't want him to kill because he would never do that ever again. "pyrokinesis? Didn't know you were that powerful..." Liam's eyes widened and he looked down at the book in his hands, he closed it and put it back on the shelf where it belonged according to the indexing on the book spine. Pyrokenesis was a gift not many embodied or would choose to have, very little people could control it and very little would want to keep it. "I'm flattered, but I was just...reading." Liam shrugged, he was normally much more prepared for confrontations like this, but he was a lot more nervous than usual, because he felt that this was going to progress, out in to the woods where she would be standing in front of him crying, and his anger would rise and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from producing fire from his hands. "I am not trying to be rude, but I really do not know what you are talking about." Denial. Denial is fine when you can make it believable, but he wasn't sure he was believable at all.