Post by remy on Aug 10, 2011 6:33:23 GMT
REMY OLIVER MCELHANEY !?
'i'm a walking travisty'
'i'm a walking travisty'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"Oh I know you would love to cherie. I'm Remy Oliver McElhaney. I get called Cajun a lot because of the time I spent in New Orleands- and I tend to slip back into my Cajun accient at times. After so many years there, it's hard not to, you know? I travel with my work. Yes, I'm a hunter. One that hates all the other species besides human. They're not natural and shouldn't be on this world. When someone dies, they should just die. Not go off and make mishap. Anything else? Oh yes, I'm straight... very straight. As in gays disgust me. Is there any fine information you need to know? I can go all night if you would like, but *slips into Cajun accent* I'm sure dat you would prefer someding oder dan my basics, hm? I would prever we move on. "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"A little birdie? Hm, how original. Since I guess this a profile thing, I'll be brisk with you. I'm six one, around one hundred fourty pounds, and very, very pale skin. I also have pale blonde hair, though it can look darker depending on how the hair decides to form itself that day. My eyes are a very interesting navy. At first glance, they look dark, but if I turn my head to gaze at you, they are clearly seen as a deep blue color. My build is very long and lean, not really any muscle looking, especially from afar. This is done on purpose. I am double jointed in my shoulders, which gives me quite the flexibility during my job. *smiles widely* I use to freak my siblings out a little bit... *turns serious again and shakes his head* but that is not important. I apologize. Anything else? My type of style is one that I try to blend in with. Look like a harmless pretty boy. Tucked in tight to all my pockets, socks, and just about anywhere I can fit is my weapons of choice. One tattoo I have is of an elephant on my wrist. Don't. Ask."
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"If I had to try to describe myself in a few words, it'd be dark, seducing, sarcastic, quiet, and gentle. Weird combination of words. Confused? Let me explain a bit. I know that strength is not in my favor, so my ways of drawing others in is that of creativty. To draw others in. My light voice makes others have to lean in to hear what I have to say. With a couple of french words mixed with a Cajun accent, it's golden. I like New Orleans, natural substances, Gamibt- my dog, the silence, whispers, sex, women, one on one (threesomes are just so very wrong), biting, my family, knives- my favorite, summer, warmth, the stars, classical music, gentle keeping and beauty. I do NOT like unnatural things- including the horrid supernatural, hybrids, squeaky voices, sirens, police, becoming lost, the moon, alcohol, gays, rap, hopelessly tracking, torture- supernaturals must be taken out of the world, not be placed in much pain as possible- and unfinished missions. You could say some of my habits would include always speaking in a low voice, checking back scars, and speaking french when angry, though I have only yelled a couple of times in my life. My fears include supernaturals- yes, I fear them, mice- nasty little rodents aren't they?, and death. The big secret you've already heard. I fear supernatural. Every time I figure one out, my heart be pounding a million miles to where they could probably hear it. I fear going through what Jude did.
As for situations... this war they seem to be in. I'm against all other races, of course, but I side with both. They should expose themselves just for the chance that I know who I need to get rid of and who are safe as humans. Family? Oh, I am still close to them.. kind of. They all think I'm still in New Orleans. My buisness is still open, of course. So it's easy to believe that. I know if I told them what I did, they'd lock me up. I do love them all, but am disappointed in not beliving Jude. Okay, moving on out of Remy's family life. Relationship Oh dieu. I'm a bit of an addict to sex. I truely am. I'm not perticularly proud of it, but there you have it. Everyone seems to know it as well. Just because of that though, I am also known for being unbelievably gentle.... when I need. Other times, I do say, I am known to be quite the animal *smirks* I do not enjoy everything that seems to be going along with it, which includes alcohol, drugs, and other various strange things that others get themselves in. I got drunk once and woke up with an elephant tattoo and some vile lie about me and another... male. It it a hidious lie but I had nothing to back it up. Not to mention I've been a bit of an ass. I'm generally cruel anyways, but this goes beyond that. Alcohol in my system makes for the worst Remy in the history of Cajuns. God have mercy on my soul."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"I'm a fourth child, but not the youngest of my family. First came Wyatt, the big head of the household. Then the twins, Noah and Maxwell. I was the final boy, Remy Oliver. With four beautiful boys- if I do say so myself- the fifth child was unexpected, but adored. Especially when it turned out to be a girl. She was a year younger than me, so I can't say how the first few years went, but my Jude had to be the closest to me. I loved all my siblings, but being closest in age, it was easy for us to like one another. Since I was a child, I've had my sensitive to loud noises effect. Everytime the house would get rough and loud, I'd spend most of my time covering my- what my family called- bat ears. My voice started to quiet down and eventually came to it's barely above whisper voice. It's just always been like that. The rest of my family was pretty loud, so I always ended up repeating myself so many times to get them to listen. Oh ma famille.
In high school, I was known a little bit as a loner. It wasn't that I didn't want or like to talk. I just didn't like the overwealming crowds of people surrounding each other. That didn't stop me from having a bit of fun. I did have a small pack of friends, and all of us together would make all sorts of small troubles at the school. Their ideas impacted on me quite a bit. We all hated the same people and loved and adored others. I am afraid to say that were a bit of a group of bullies when it came to outcasts like us. Gays in perticular. None of us could stand the unnatural feeling of guy on guy or girl on girl. Really, it's quite disgusting and so against nature. You can obviously see that I hate unnatural treatments and creatures, so it just makes sense, doesn't it? quels idiots nous étions quelquefois. Thought we were just at the top of the world and could do anything. Even when it came to girls, we seemed to think we were irrestiable.
When I was eighteen and about to get out of the house was when my life started distrastically changing. My soeur Jude started dating this... oh, to say the least, bloodsucking bastard Elijah. I didn't know the bloodsucking back then, but everyone knew the bastard part. Except for Jude. I tried. Oh, how I tried to talk her out of him, just having a human sense that something was seriously wrong with this kid. My problem was I wasn't quite sure. It was the look that he did when he wrapped his arms around her. When she was out, he looked so dark. None of us could could put our finger on it, but none of us liked him. Of course, she was the little girl in love. Then suddenly, she just vanished. Went missing. Guess who else went missing at the exact same time? Oh, yes. Elijah. The devil in a mask. The entire household was frantic and tense. I had school to finish before I went off to New Orleans. It was hard without my sister, but she had also been growing very apart from the family near the end. We figured she ran away with him. There was no hope.
*Cajun slips in again*
Meh life in New Orleans did heelp the heartbreak of loosing my best friend. I took a small French class- nothing professional, and managed to devleop my cajun accent. The small place I dun took ownership to was doing extremely well. I gots a cull from home saying my baby sister was back. But no good. Not at all. Kept talkin' bout a vamire. So I went back home for abit. When I got dere, dey had already shipped hur off to a mental insistute. Angry and feeling betrrrayed, I stormed back home to investigate abit. Fur me, dere was no way Jude could be that mentally broken. Not to mention I never cared for the bâtard to begin wid. Researched showd Jude had been right. Dere was an entire supernatural world that I had not been fully aware of. Right unda my nose. I didn't become a hunder right away. By de time I figured it out, Jude had already escaped. I had no idea what she could have landed.
*back to regular accent*
Theres one important part that happend to explain how I got my newest best friend, Gambit. A small husky puppy. Before I left New Orleans, which I will explain. To make my buisness more popular, charity work around town was always wanted. It was a perfect opportunity. I found myself wandering through a local pound and seeing Gambit right away. The strange thing was as much as he was moving his mouth, no words came out. Curious, I watched him for a moment. A moment later, someone came in and put a card face down. Sign of putting down. I was furious, even asked to adopt it myself. They explain that a dog without working vocal cords could not be given away to the public because of some damned regulations. So. I stole him. Uh, a little stunt that got me arrested, especially after not telling them where I put them. Because of my double jointed shoulders, I was able to reach my shoulders over my head to put the cuffs in front and escaped with keys in hand. Then Gambit was right where I left him. Such a perfect mutt.
Lets ssee... the point I lost control was when walking down to see my partner in buisness stomped on by a werewolf at the full moon. That was the last straw. I knew that the supernatural didn't belong here. They were unnatural beings. When I first began as a hunter, I was so overly terrible. My people skills were horrible. Going up to people and having to figure out if they were or not was also extremely difficult. At first, there was no hope in purposes that I'd get revenge. I felt so stupid and helpless. Then the night I flirted my way into another girl, I saw the scars on her back. Demon. It was my chance. That's when I used the charm and seduction to get what I wanted. I had always been good at that. The cajun and the french combined was like a recepie. New Orleans was started to get slim pickings. That's when a friend of mine had hinted there was a heavily populated area called Manuka. Feeling that I could leave my buisness for my new purpose, I dropped my homeland and escaped to this new city. I've been here for three months now. Let the games begin cherie!
talk to us about your character's past. their mother and father, and siblings they have. other people that they have in their life that carry any significance, include pets and wealth status. be reasonable about that one. and include a detailed overall history, aim for at least two long paragraphs not including the information about their specific family. make it interesting. "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"Um... You know how dear Emily wouldn't be making any more charries for a long time? Due to peer pressure in the cbox and a wanted ad that I couldn't refuse.... I'M SORRRYYYY. This really should should should should be my last one! People need to start squirting me with water because I already have Damon Ellis, Cierra LaBeau, Savannah Miller, Becca Carpenter, Chandler Way, and Iain Wilkins"O.o
