+- Knockturn Bound (https://staging.knockturnbound.net)
+-- Forum: Applications (https://staging.knockturnbound.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=53)
+--- Forum: Archived Applications (https://staging.knockturnbound.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=70)
+--- Thread: Student Application: Ren Al-Sayeed (/showthread.php?tid=247)
Student Application: Ren Al-Sayeed - Ren Al-Sayeed - 08-17-2025
![[Image: hogwarts.png]](https://staging.knockturnbound.net/images/logos/hogwarts.png)
General Information
Character Name:
Ren Al-Sayeed
Age:
14
Date of Birth:
16 June 1906
Blood Status:
Halfblood
Residence:
The Gloria Whitfield Home for Children
Family:
Zayd Al-Sayeed
Rumi Ellicott
Personality & House Preference
Personality:
Ren Al-Sayeed is generally cheerful, often lost in his own world of mixtures and experiments. He has a childishly manipulative side, always trying to gauge people's emotional states. No matter how much others reject him, he insists on testing his concoctions, paying no mind to their effects on his "test subjects."
Likes
• Experimenting: Ren loves mixing potions and watching the reactions. The shine and refraction of his mixtures in the sunlight bring him immense joy.
• Herb Gathering: He enjoys picking herbs from the orphanage's dingy but varied herb garden, stocking up for future experiments.
• Interaction through Potions: Ren likes when people seek out his potions, as it makes him feel valued and wanted. He often trades his concoctions for favors rather than money.
Dislikes
• Rejection: While he persists in offering his potions, rejection from others can deeply affect him, though he hides it well.
• Losing Control: Ren dislikes situations where he can't control the outcome, whether in his experiments or interactions with others.
Fears
• Abandonment: Having lost his parents at a young age, Ren fears being left alone again, despite his preference for solitude.
• Failure: He fears his concoctions failing or not being good enough, as they are a significant part of his identity and connection to his parents.
On good days, Ren can be found quietly enjoying the shine and refraction of his mixtures in the sun or picking herbs. He is quite open to selling his drinks to anyone in need, not for money but for favors. He enjoys when people seek out his concoctions, as it means they value his work and want to interact with him.
On bad days, Ren retreats to his private space, becoming easily irritable and trying to keep his calm while stewing in resentment. He isn't above petty revenge, sometimes adding special additives to his target's milk. This serves as a distraction from his obsessive thoughts.
Ren is cheerful by nature, enjoying the simple things and the success of his experiments. He likes it when people want his potions and enjoys the subtle power he has over others through his mixtures. On bad days, he tries to maintain a good poker face, but his usual cheerfulness is absent, and others may perceive this as scorn. His mixtures become more experimental and volatile, and his fuse becomes shorter.
Ren's personality is a blend of cheerful curiosity, manipulative tendencies, and a deep-seated need for validation and connection through his potions and experiments.
History:
Ren Al-Sayeed was born on the picturesque Canary Islands, where his parents had moved for their academic pursuits. Both his mother and father were esteemed Forensic Pathologists, deeply engrossed in their work, which included maintaining a chemical lab and a taxidermy shed for their research and book writing. Growing up amidst an array of scientific equipment and stuffed animals, Ren developed a fascination for the mysterious world of chemistry and the ethereal beauty of his parents' work.
Despite the eerie ambiance of their home, filled with taxidermy specimens, Ren found comfort in the controlled chaos of the lab. The mixing of chemicals, the plumes of smoke, and the delicate art of potion-making intrigued him more than anything else. However, his life took a tragic turn when his parents left for an academic conference and never returned. Their plane crashed, leaving five-year-old Ren to grapple with the stark reality of their absence.
Struggling to cope with his loss and the emptiness of their home, Ren decided to leave. With his mother’s taxidermy fox, which he named Kiki, and a selection of shiny liquids from his father’s lab, he ran away from the Canary Islands. Ren’s journey led him across mainland Europe, skillfully avoiding living relatives and any who might take him in. He sought solitude, yearning to be left alone with his thoughts and his makeshift potions.
Ren eventually found himself in a rural orphanage in Ireland. Here, he continued to keep to himself, spending hours experimenting with whatever substances he could find.
His desire to recreate the mixing and reactions he had observed in his parents’ lab was more than just a pastime—it was his way of staying connected to them. Kiki, the taxidermy fox, remained his silent companion through all his trials and experiments.
Ren never realized it, but the other kids always felt he had a sixth sense about things. He would always know when the director, or any of her sketchy boyfriends, would be in a bad mood or were thirsting for their next drink. He knew when to get out of the way or to placate them with a fun concoction. Occasionally, his curiosity would get the best of him, and he would let the children taste his drinks to see if they were sweet enough or too sweet for the adults. There was no sense of right or wrong in who to test out his mixes on. No one ever taught him better.
The orphanage director, an somewhat evil adult in his eyes, inadvertently became part of Ren's experiments. Ren noticed how the director’s mood would improve after consuming her mixed drinks, so he began concocting colorful, shiny mixtures for her at her request. While this earned him a bit of reprieve from her usual berating, it also meant that Ren often had to taste-test his creations, leading to frequent bouts of illness. Despite this, the process of mixing and observing reactions gave Ren a sense of purpose and a fleeting connection to his lost parents.
House Preference:
Slytherin
Year Preference:
4th
Prompt Response:
The day your character got their Hogwarts letter.
'Another rainy day...'
The boy leaded against the windowsill as the drops pounded against the glass of the small window in the children's bedroom. Most of the residents, ranging from toddlers to those about to age out of the system, had been conspicuously absent from the living area. It was a rare day in the normally oppressive atmosphere when the director of the orphanage allowed the children to gather around and listen to the radio. The static coming from the radio as a result of the older ones attempting to dial into the various requests being shouted by the younger ones was muffled but clear from the bedroom. Ren also enjoyed the very occasional radio time with the rest of his siblings.
But nothing called to the boy more than the sounds of the raindrops against the glass.
It reminded him of home. A home he barely remembered, and yet it was what he considered home. The weather of the Canary Islands was beautiful but the frequent storms that passed through made lightning shows in the sky a frequent event. Some of the kids in the home, the younger ones, would hide under their beds during strong storms. Ren would only sit by the window wishing that the storm would never end. If he closed his eyes, the sound would take him back to the windowsill at his house, five year ago. An eternity, it seemed.
This was his home now, though. An undeniable fact of life that he had dragged for so long to admit.
There were no prospects for him across the horizon. No parents walking through the ratty double doors of the orphanage to take him home. No secret family member who realized he'd slipped through the cracks and ended up alone here. He was stuck here, forever.
It seemed like his sprial was sent to continue even further until something smacked the side of his head.
'A paper plane? It wouldn't be out of the norm. The younger children had just learned how to fold one and they tended to go overboard. The boy turned to see who had sent the projectile flying his way, but there was no one there.
"Hello?"
He looked around, but nary a soul was in the room with him. Only the drops of rain continuing to bang against the glass he stood near. He looked down to find the projectile only to be surprised that there was no paper plane, either.
A letter? Addressed to his... bed?
Miscellaneous
Other Characters
Emil Roan
How did you find us?
Brah, come on.
Student Application: Ren Al-Sayeed - Dorian Montreaux - 08-17-2025
Ren Al-Sayeed,
We are pleased to announce you have been accepted into this coming term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry!
We look forward to seeing you around, however in the meantime feel free to check out the Summer Facility.
Signed,
Dorian Montreaux