Physical Description: Renée has blonde wavy hair that hangs around her shoulders and has beautiful honey lowlights. Her eyes are green with flecks of golden brown, and in the sunlight they shine like emeralds but when it's cold they go darker, like myrtle leaves. Her skin is olive toned, but on the light side and she has freckles that cover her nose, cheeks and body. She has cheek dimples that are prominent when she smiles or laughs, her smile being sweet and her laughter musical to hear. Her build is slim but vaguely athletic as she enjoys running and dreams of joining the quidditch team when she's old enough. She is 4ft 4, making her a little short for her age, which frustrates her to no end.
She can't settle on one fashion style, sometimes loving darker e-girl type outfits, and other times preferring the clean, tidy light soft girl style, she does however have an unending love of baggy hoodies, sweatpants and being cosy.

Personality: Renée is bright for her age, constantly has her nose in a book and loves to dazzle family and friends with things she's learned, but she is also mischievous, stubborn, loyal, cunning and ambitious. She will do anything to get what she wants and thanks to her stubborn streak, she won't deter from her goals. Her friends know her to be sarcastic, funny and caring, but her foe's only know her to be a force to be reckoned with.

Biography: Growing up, Renée lived in a large beautiful house in the semi-rural fens, just outside a quaint muggle market town. There were few other wizarding families in the area, though Renée's father rarely allowed the young girl to play with the other kids, as he considered them 'beneath her'. This led to her childhood being quite lonely, so she retreated into her books for company and tried not to think too hard about what her father had meant.
Her mother often held ornate parties, where other pureblood families would visit and discuss things Renée was 'too young' to hear. Of course she didn't know they were pureblood's, but rather that they were her father's colleagues at the ministry and their families. At least she found friendship in some of the other children, though she only saw them rarely, and some only ever visited once...

First Instance of Magic: At the tender age of 6, Renée was playing a game of tag with some visiting kids when a boy had shoved her out of the way as he ran by. The fall skinned Renée's knee, and she began to sob, then the boys laces tied themselves together mysteriously and as a result the boy tripped up himself!