Soundtrack:
"Macarena" - Los del Río This is the theme song for what seems to me a quite obvious reason.
"Hey Mama" - Black Eyed Peas
"Thong Song" - Sisqo
"Boys" - Britney Spears
"32 Flavors" - Alana Davis
"Bitch" - Meredith Brooks
"Lovefool" - The Cardigans
"If You Had My Love" - Jennifer Lopez

Birthday: November 22, Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp.

Personality:
There is absolutely no doubt of who Macarena is related to, and not just in physical traits alone. Almost the female version of Mambo, it is undeniable that there is a clear explanation for her behavior. Spunky, lively and charming, it's clear that Macarena adopted some of her elder brother's best traits, but has over time, and continues to grow into her own woman. Friendly and outgoing, Rena has a magnetic personality, as she exudes confidence and seems to attract attention in a social gathering. She enjoys the company of others greatly, though at the same time has a restless, independent attitude.

In some ways, she is both mature and immature for her age. A child no longer, Macarena revels in the fact that she has plenty of T&A, and follows the saying "If you got it, flaunt it!" It may be to her brother's dismay, but if he can drape himself over as many virile youths as he wants, then she figures that she can, too. Which is hardly to say that any of her boyfriends can surmount to the number of girls that Mambo has has over the years, but she's quite clearly a flirt and already a heartbreaker. Charmingly cute, she does manage to convince boys to do things for her with a simple pout and a batting of eyelashes. Cruel as it is, she teases a lot more than she actually wants to get into a relationship, as she enjoys her freedom way too much to settle down at this point. Even then, physical pleasures are limited -- much as her outfits are revealing and her words seductive, Macarena simply likes to cuddle, be close, and be held more than actually having sex.

But surprise of all surprises, she is actually still...a virgin. French kissing, necking, and maybe a bit of heavy petting is one thing, but to actually "fornicate" seems out of the question. For all of her mind games, Macarena is a romantic and is extremely choosy about who she really wants to be with -- which does imply some shallowness, but when it comes down to it, it's all about heart. For now, she'd like to have fun and like to play around a bit, but someday she'd like to be married and settle down and have a family with the right man. Her parents' happy union before the tragedy set the standard for her.

And thus we enter the immature portion: Macarena is a child at heart. She can be dreamy and naive, always looking on the bright side of a situation when everyone else is down for the count. Perhaps it is optimism, or perhaps it is simply that she has a lot of determination. She lives, sleeps, eats, and breathes the Revolution. Much like her brother, she has never known a life outside of the Rhythm Revolution and the spirit of the rebellion is in her very blood -- quite literally. An idealist and a philanthropist, she dreams of the Utopian world that her parents and the Rhythm Revolution fought for, believing quite strongly in the ideas ingrained in her from her early childhood. With a childlike innocence when it comes to matters other than exploring her sexuality or her duties to the Revolution, Rena is easily trusting of others and has an unflappable sense of loyalty. First impressions are important, as she follows her gut instinct when making allies. If she feels you're trustworthy, she will stick by your side even if others stir up accusations against you. But once hurt, Rena is unforgiving and ruthless to those who are false or are doublecrossers. Her friends become her family, and she has a strong sense of duty to the other members of the Revolution, even if she may not get along with them. Arguments and disagreements aside, she'll watch your back despite differences because it was what she was raised to do. However, she does hate the Shusai Corporation with a strong passion and fervor, and for good reason. Her hatred runs so deeply that she would be capable of killing someone from the organization without hesitation.

To this point, Macarena is a valuable member and has proven her worth, as more than just the daughter of two beloved Revolutionaries and the sister of Mambo, many times. Give her a mission and she'll see to it that it's done, no matter the costs. As much of a party girl attitude that she has, Macarena is hardly the flake she pretends to be and has a pretty high IQ. Unlike Mambo, Rena actually does her fair share of work around the radio station, and her expertise lies in working with electronics, although more on the range of the hardware than the hacking. By no means is she an expert hacker, but Rena knows the basics of programming and at least knows how to repair and recover a damaged computer system. She's a hands-on type of girl, with enough patience with her own work to be able to build and fix utilities. However, she's not an inventor so much as a builder or repairer, but can generally construct things based upon someone elses' plans with ease. The most common thing she is seen working with is that damned toaster, which seems to get mysteriously broken at least once a month... (And it has been said that she has conversations with said toaster, as well as carries it around with her and occasionally talks for it. Apparently, this has been a habit since childhood, though 'Rena denies ever doing so when in the company of boys she wants to impress.)

It is rare to see her ever give up on anything, which is both a benefit and a hazard. It means that she's reliable and can get things done, but at the same time, she can hold a grudge for a long, long time, even if she's forgotten what the fight was all about in the first place. Bratty at times, she is susceptible to getting pissy when things don't go the way she wants them to. However, rather than having a short temper, she hates to lose her cool and instead fights fire with fire. If you push a wrong button, then she'll snark and make a come back before ever admitting that it's actually gotten to her. In fact, one may not even do anything directly to her to put her into snark mode, as she can't help but comment here and there when people are just being stupid. One may say she doesn't even know when to stop, either, as her mouth occasionally runs a little too much, causing some problems (and in the past, some catfights) between herself and her comrades. Stubborn to a fault, Macarena hates to be wrong and just about the only person she ever genuinely apologizes to is Mambo.

Winding back to the connection with her brother, Mambo really is the most important person in Macarena's life, and it seems like he always will be. She looks up to him a great deal and is more dependent upon him than either of them realize, having had to rely upon him to care for her when their parents died. Seeking his approval first and foremost, many of the big decisions in her personal life depend on his opinion (such as guys she may be interested in), and he is the only person who can ever manage to change her mind about something or someone. Macarena is also fiercely defensive of her brother, and just as protective of him as he is of her, from arguing with anyone who insults him to willing to die for him. He really is all she has left, and without him, she is quite sure that she'd be lost.

Appearance:
Heeeey Macarena! (and toaster)
A clear mixture of her two backgrounds, it seems that Macarena has inherited a great deal of the...'assets' of her Cuban side. As opposed to the typically small chested Asian woman, Rena has a nice set of curves on her body, from her chest to her posterior. Having her first training bra at the age of 12, she is quite well endowed and equally in shape from all of the work she does, granting her one of the nicest bodies that anyone in the Rhythm Revolution has. It is because of the fact that she flaunts these qualities that she has a reputation amongst the boys and girls, although in truth she is far more innocent than her appearance alludes to. She did, however, inherit the height of a Japanese woman, causing her to be fairly small in stature -- when having good posture, Macarena manages to reach a height of 5'4 and 3/4". Not quite supermodel height, but she still considers herself to be a growing girl, with hopes that she might grow a little more in the next few years. While her upper body is thin, her hips are wide and her thighs maintain a certain thick, sturdiness that leads down to thinner calves. However, her sturdy structure is mostly pure muscle rather than fat, as she's fit from skating and various other sources of exercise over the years.

On skates, as Rena's learned how to use them as soon as she could walk, it's quite natural for her to be speeding her way around. However, she's not nearly as fast as Nocturne, and is better at using her hands than her feet. And speaking of her hands, while they're somewhat rough and her fingertips worn and callused from years of working with electronic parts, she does manicure her nails and bothers to paint them in alternating blue and silver polish. If she's not on skates, then she's somewhat hyper and tense, generally sitting with one leg bouncing up and down. Despite wishing she were larger in size, Macarena's manner of sitting doesn't help the matter, as she usually curls one leg around her or has it propped up. She has a fluid-like way of moving, body somewhat serpentine when she's playing the seductress. But when she's with her friends, she's most often seen with her arms folded across her chest or on her hips.

Rather than having pale skin, her mother's darker genes override that of her father once again -- she has a creamy, golden complexion, only slightly lighter than that of her brother. Unlike him, however, her hair has remained in its natural black state, as it has always been a deep color, and, combined with its glossy sheen, resembled something like glassy obsidian. Underneath a clear sky, it even manages to reflect blue highlights. Wavy when fully grown out, her hair has been cut to just about shoulder length since she began doing official business for the Rhythm Revolution after her parents' deaths, and is generally tied back in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. A messy fringe of bangs frame her face, parted to the right, and the longest ones curl about her cheekbones.

Rena is not only attractive for her build, but her facial features as well, as she is naturally beautiful and wears very little make up, if any at all. Still in her teens, she looks her age and has a young face, with slightly rounded cheeks that have maintained a bit of babyfat, giving her a heart shaped face. Large, doe-like eyes with a typically Asian single-lid are set beneath arched brows of medium thickness, her irises a rich burnt sienna hue, a smooth combination between red and brown. Ending with a slightly upturned tip, her nose is straight and has a somewhat thin and flat bridge. Her full, plush coral lips are extremely useful for pouting with to get people to do favors.

In stark contrast to Mambo's orange theme, Macarena is clad in the strong, vibrant primary shade of blue, which is the color of her sleeveless duster, reaching down to the back of her knees and closed below her chest with a silver clasp. A matching pair of skintight biker shorts ends midway on her thighs, with one white stripe running down each leg. However, her top consists of an olive green ribbed spaghetti-strapped midriff top, the same shade as the modified army belt around her waist, which generally carries a set of tools such as a wrench, measuring tape, mini flashlight, swiss army knife, a set of computer hardware tools...and of course, a small canister of spray paint. Her and her belt are inseparable, and it's quite convenient to have around. Long blue fingerless "gloves" extend to her upper arm, comprised of a thinly woven, meshy material, ending with olive green hems. Her skates are large, the typical chunky shape, and in the same blue as the majority of her outfit, with sides painted silver and wheels of olive green.

Her tag is quite distinct, as well as really simple: a blue silhouette of the classic toaster, complete with outlined silver wings on the sides, and a piece of toast sticking out of the top.

Brief History: The product of the notable and beloved Mambo IV and Salsa, Maria Corazon was the second born of the Orenjiiro family, with six years between herself and her elder brother, dubbed Mambo V. Born and raised within the walls of the Chaos Radio Station, the little girl was immediately brought into the folds of the Rhythm Revolution and adored by just about everyone.

Not only was it because of her family's highly viewed status that she was regarded well amongst the rebels, but she was also quite charming and a stereotypical girly girl. Despite having a strong effeminate side, Maria tagged along often enough with her elder brother, clinging to him from an early age. Whenever their parents were busy, it was up to him to watch out for her, and she learned how to piss off the Shusai Co. from the best. But at the same time, being their precious baby, Maria was often stuck within the confines of the Radio Station, and left to her own devices, learned to pick and prod at various mechanical components of machines laying around their home. More often than not, she was a lot better at deconstructing things than she was at putting them back together.

The bond between the two siblings became even stronger when Mambo IV and Salsa were killed in the jail break. She cried for weeks before finally deciding to do something about the loss: big girls don't cry, they get even. It was at the age of eleven that she took on the official name of Macarena, her mother's nickname for her, and set her heart on taking down the Shusai Corporation. Despite being so young, she was determined to stick by her brother's side and go on missions with him. However, up until the age of 13, his protective attitude towards her kept her back at the Radio Station more often than not, only giving her more time to learn to tinker with mechanics.

As she went through typical teenage development and hormones set in, Macarena became known for her rather...filled out body parts, voluptuous curves combining with a highly social personality to make a dream girl of many boys and girls alike. She gained a reputation similar to that of her brother's in that she became excellent at the flirting game, obtaining many boyfriends along the way. Naturally, spending a great deal of time in the Radio Station didn't seem to help the problem, leaving her open to developing relationships with people who frequented the place. Rena did, at one point, settle down with one particular member of the Revolution, but as it turned out, she found that he was too wound up in going on missions and rarely ever visited her when he had some time off. Needless to say, they broke up...although that was after she took up interest in two of his friends while he was away.

Currently, Macarena has had little interest in having a boyfriend again, and resides at the Chaos Radio Station with her brother, as the resident flirt and mechanic. For her sixteenth birthday, she was raised in status to being a Little Cheese, having proven that she is much more than the daughter and sister of prominent Rhythm Revolution members.

Quote: "Don't worry baby, I'll be with you in a moment... Just have to fix the damn toaster again."

Writing Sample: (Cowritten with the aid of the Genana!)
Yet again, she found herself entangled in the disaster that came around just about once a month. No, it wasn't her menstrual cycle, although it was just as frustrating, if not moreso. No matter what, just as soon as she thought it was fixed for good, something had to pop loose or someone had to come running and crying at her about how it had stopped working. Despite the fact that she complained about it so, the scent of burnt toast had become something she was used to over the years...and perhaps fond of, as well. Of course, Macarena would never admit that it was comforting, as she diligently scraped out the crusted contents caught between the openings meant for bread...and if it was willing, waffles.

The sound of wheels rolling on linoleum tile preceded Mambo's entrance.

"Mmmm, I smell breakfast..." Mambo said, half-jokingly, as he wheeled into the room. Combing his fingers through his half black, half vibrant orange hair in an attempt to fudge the fact he had just rolled out of bed, he turned his eyes to the source of the scraping noises. His look softened as he saw Macarena scraping out her beloved toaster, and he threatened to laugh. "Again?" Was all he said, it was all that needed to be said. This was a routine occurance.

"It should've been someone's breakfast," the girl muttered under her breath, screwdriver jammed into the slot, creating an irritating noise of metal striking metal as the remnants of toast peeled back from the sides. She didn't even bother turning her head up to see him enter, almost psychically knowing that it would be her brother entering the room. Instead, she continued to scratch away until she drew the tool out and turned the toaster on its side. Black powder tumbled out and onto the newspaper spread over the counter. In one quick moment, she turned around and folded her arms over her chest and had the flat head of the screwdriver pointing in Mambo's direction a bit accusingly, "Now I wonder who tried to get away with leaving their meal in it this time..."

Mambo threw his hands up in protest, as if to avoid the wrath of the screwdriver. "Don't look at me, I learned my lesson the first time--ain't nothin' but bananas for me for breakfast from now on. I don't need no divine wrath of God on my case--Waltz is enough, lemme tell ya." He skated around her, like a lost puppy dog, in hopes of getting a better look at what she was doing, but to no avail, as she seemed to know exactly when and which way to turn to avoid him.  Nevertheless, he looked on with a sort of awe. Machinery had never been Mambo's thing, so anyone with the slightest ability to manipulate it fascinated him.

Gently patting the upside-down toaster as if it were a baby, it just seemed to continue spitting out more ashes onto the paper. "Sorry," she sighed, meaning the word. It wasn't fair to take out her frustration on him, though it was quite easy to do so. Taking the flashlight from her belt, 'Rena's mouth was screwed into a severe frown as she analyzed the damage now that the passages were clear. As she examined the hunk of metal, she shook her head and growled, "But just what kind of idiot thinks they can just leave their garbage in there, break it, and try to fix it by shoving a fork in there?"

She nodded her head towards the utensil to her left, its tips twisted and bent as though it had been jammed into something and then violently removed. Which was, of course, what happened. Someone was going to die when she found out who did it to her poor toaster, the same kitchen utility she had since...well, childhood. "They didn't even bother to cover up the evidence... No, just left that stuck in there like...like a knife in a murdered corpse from a slasher film." And Macarena had nearly shrieked like the people in those movies did.

Trying his best not to look guilty, Mambo suddenly found interest in some nonexistant lint on his shirt. Don't make eye contact with her, he thought, and she'll never know. Trying for forget about his lack of mechanical knowhow, he spoke, his voice not quite it's usual tone of confidence. "I..uh... I don't know, honey." He slowly lifted his eyes to her shyly, an unwanted smile tugging at his lips. Then, casually, he brought up the question again, as he had thousands and thousands of times before this. He knew the answer, but of common courtesy brought it up again. "'Rena, honey... don't you think it's 'bout time we buy a new toaster?"

She dropped the flashlight on the counter and it rolled to a halt loudly. "..." Mambo's question was met with a deathly silence. 'Rena sat up and grew rigid, not even moving a muscle, save for the barely noticeable twitch in her right eye. For what felt like a long time, everything was eerily still and quiet, like the calm before a storm.

Finally, her neck started to move, head turning around slowly to face him. There was no expression on her face -- not even a distinct glare, let alone a smile. In fact, she had gone just about as pale as her skin tone would allow, rage boiling deep beneath the surface. The girl arched a brow at him, a glint in her eye that was almost psychotic, "Did you say...a 'new' toaster? 'NEW' TOASTER?!?" Macarena's voice grew from cold and soft, to a loud roar.

He knew that was going to happen. The silence, the boiling, and then the eruption. It was always the same, and Mambo had nearly grown accustomed to it. It was something about his sister roaring that sent him off the edge, though, and so Mambo found himself in a semi-fetal position, covering his head with his hands. "..You know I don't mean it like... gettin' rid of Toaster or nothin', you can keep it... but... you know. A nifty one. With lots of buttons. I got the money, honey, if you got the time." Mambo hoped she would forgive him for the song quote, but he couldn't resist. A lopsided smile hung on his face, as he glanced at her between his coffee-colored arms.  

She looked to be on the brink of tears at this, having drawn the toaster up into her arms between the end of her shouting and the beginning of her brother's reply. Huddled over the metallic contraption, which had seen much wear and damage, she hugged it tightly. "But...but Toaster's been so faithful!" she wailed childishly, bottom lip sticking out in a rather adorable pout. "I mean, so much hard work and effort! And all you want to do is find some...some cheap replacement?" Rena now had the toaster under one arm, and one hand on her hip indignantly. Her feet dug into the brace around the stool legs, no longer dangling but planted firmly in defiance.

"I don't mean it like that!" Mambo said in his defense, dropping his arms hesitantly. Oh, no. His eye brows instantly raised and his smile was erased completely. Oh, no. Not this. He hated this. He hated this more than anything else in the world. Not the pout, anything but the pout... Mambo felt his ability to remain calm leaving him, and he began to panic. "Oh, no, 'Rena, honey... please don't... I'll...I'll try to help you fix the toaster, I promise, 'Rena, honey, just don't do that... Toaster's been very good, yes he has, he just needs a bit of...a bit of....spit and polish, that's all!"

Yes! It was working, just like it always did. Mastered at the age of 2, no one could resist the deadliest of all her skills: the pout. She continued to hold the look until he snapped, simply crumbling beneath the will and the force of her expression. And suddenly, she grinned triumphantly and sat up with a burst of energy, "Yay!" Then quickly she settled down, resuming the maturity of a sixteen-year-old. "But, dios mio... I hope not any spit. It's seen enough of that before," Macarena said dryly, resting the toaster on the counter again.

"Of, of course not," Mambo stammered, regaining composure after the wrath of Hurricane Macarena. Taking a glance at the ancient toaster, he sighed internally. How did she always manage to do this? "I can go out and buy you some toaster polish...yes... toaster polish.." He said absently, testing the ground now that she had stopped that forsaken pouting. Truth be told, Mambo wasn't entirely sure if there was such a thing as toaster polish, but rest assured he was probably going to have to find some now.

"I think Toaster would appreciate the thought, yes," 'Rena grinned slyly, having him wrapped around her finger quite easily. True, having a new toaster would save her some trouble in terms of cursing and smacking the current one around, but she could never give up hope on it, not after all the repairs (and the duct tape) that had gone into it. She went back to work, taking the screwdriver to the soft underbelly and began to pull the pieces out. Despite leaning over the toaster, face quite close to its shiny surface, she continued to speak to Mambo, "Actually, once I'm done, maybe you could polish it yourself... Better yet, you could find the culprit who nearly murdered the poor thing, and make them do it."

Mambo paled slightly and laughed nervously. "Aha... uh, yeah. I could be doin' that! ...Huntin' down the ... evil.. culprit thing." If Mambo's shirt had a collar, he would have definately been tugging it right now, as his face grew hot from guilt.

She abandoned the pieces spread out over the table to curl a hand into a fist and slam it into the palm of her other hand, "Then I'll show them not to mess with my--well, our Toaster." 'Rena cracked her knuckles, just imagining the things she was going to do... Oh yeah...

"Maybe I'll just...be...uh... goin'... lookin' for clues... and toaster polish... lots and lots of toaster polish..." Mambo gulped, slowly backing away from his sister, and more specifically his sister's knuckle. "Yea'...I'll just...let myself out....er." His backtracking was beginning to get faster.

Surely there was nothing suspicious about her brother's behavior... He said he hadn't done it, and there was no reason not to believe him. If there was anyone in the world that she could trust, it was Mambo. He would never lie to her...especially not when it came to one of her most prized posessions. Never about Toaster. Macarena tilted her head at him, looking up from her hands to watch him with curiosity, "I guess so. See you later." She began to turn back to her work, when it suddenly dawned on her...

That tiny piece of the inside of a banana peel, draped across one of the handles of the toaster when she came to it this morning...

"Right! Love you, sis!!!" Mambo said the words as if he truly meant it with that many exclaimation marks as he scrambled for the door, tripping over his own feet in the process. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, and that sinking feeling was usually not a good sign. His hands rattled the door knob as he tried to push the door open, before realizing it would require a pull. He smiled sheepishly, noticably growing paler by the moment. "Heh...heh...silly door."

"HOLD. IT. RIGHT. THERE!" Macarena growled, swerving around quickly on her stool and then leaping to her feet with a resounding smack of rubber hitting the floor. He was lucky she wasn't wearing her skates right now, because that would've made her travel faster than her stride allowed as she moved in on her prey. Brother or not, no one got away with shoving a fork in a toaster -- especially not her Toaster. "OH NO YOU DIDN'T! I'MMA MESS YOU UP SOOO BAD, LEMME TELL YOU!"

"IjustrememberedIhaveanappointment, so I really, really should be goin'..." Mambo sputtered as he struggled with the door. He finally managed to get the door open, when he looked over his shoulder. The sight was not pretty, and it only made Mambo groan at the very thought of the imminent pain that was to come.

"You get back here, LEONARDO ORENJIIRO! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY!" 'Rena hollered after him, chasing him down by foot if she had to. Oh, she would get him all right... She would.

What a way to start the day...