Post by remy on Dec 1, 2008 0:23:14 GMT 1
Introducing...
Name:
Remy Bernard Carver
Age:
January 1st, 16
Gender:
Male
Year:
6th
Birthplace:
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Ethnicity:
Caucasian.
Nationality:
Canadian, eh. ((Sorry. Couldn't resist.
))
Blood:
Halfblood.
Relatives:
Mother’s Name: Adina Bernard-Carver
Father’s Name: Gregory Carver
Siblings: None
Pets:
Not Applicable
Wand Type:
11 inch Hazel with Phoenix Feather, fairly rigid.
This wand is strict, definite, and precise; moderately strong. One of the best all-purpose wands, it is especially good for transfiguration, where it can be used in very complex practices. In general, does will in all workings which deal with change of objects' form and material structure. Indicates owner's high abilities in magical sciences, as well as his possible connections with various law-structures. Not very good for Dark Arts, but can be successfully used for active defense against them.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Color:
Blonde.
Eye Color:
His eyes are a beautifully crisp and light green.
Build:
Remy Carver is very well toned, but he isn't particularly muscular. There's likely to be a fight he could actually win, but he might be able to land a good punch before he would be put out of commission.
Skin Tone:
His skin is lightly tanned, and due to a rigorous routine, unblemished. He tries very hard to never stray from the system he uses because he can't stand to have pimples or "bacne."
Height:
At a massive five feet and four inches, Remy is hardly an imposing figure.
Dress Style:
Remy most commonly opts to wear comfortable Muggle clothing rather than Wizarding robes. The freedom of a pair of jeans and a sweater affords is so gratifying in his mind that, given the choice, he'd never wear another robe as long as he lived. Of course, it does help that Robes are generally dull and listless, and the boy does enjoy being colorful. His favorite outfit would have to be a cotton A-shirt, blue jeans and a comfy pair of runners.
Specifics:
Firstly, most people notice that Remy is very small, both in height and weight. His face is sprinkled with freckles and frames two very light green eyes, which often attract the attention of a wandering eye. He has a strange scar in the middle of his back, only a mere two inches to the right of his spine.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual.
Self Image:
Remy likes who he sees in the mirror. He's usually a fun guy to be around and he knows he is moderately attractive. The boy is ridiculously limber, which erm, some people think is enjoyable ((>_>)). And although people don't see him as such, he's fairly intelligent...in some subjects. The only thing he wishes he could change would be to be a few inches taller.
To the Outward Eye:
How Remy appears to people is somewhat dependent on the distance and definition that the scrutinize him from. If one were to look at him from across a crowded bar, he'd simply be a pretty face with a nice smile. If they came a little closer, they'd note he was the one entertaining his friends with some form of banter (though it's more than likely just gossip). However, if you approached him one on one he'd probably be flirtatious and friendly, though (for certain people) he's liable to be a b****.
Social Status:
Remy generally is popular with females (as a friend) since he usually has more fun with them, and enjoying ((pardon the term)) bitchy gossip. He's usually drawn to the Queen Bee type of girl, being more of a follower than a leader. Of course, he's attracted to her boyfriend more often than the actual girl, but that's something he wouldn't tell said girl. In fact, when he goes for a female he's usually only attracted to the more innocent girls (read: not a whore), though he's not above sleeping with one if they really want to (read: he's drunk).
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Skills:
Remy, being a somewhat stereotyped Canadian boy, has certain skills that aren't exactly common in the rest of the world. For instance, he's a rather talented Goalie when playing Hockey (and through that, he's also a fairly good ice-skater). He's quite the competent skier. And, not that it comes up much, but he can ride a moose. On a separate note, he is capable of some outlandish acrobatics due to his freakishly limber body.
Likes:
[/li][li]Canada - It's impossible not to like Canada. Especially if you're from there.
[/li][li]Fire whiskey - Boy likes to drink. Though, admittedly, he is a lightweight.
[/li][li]Soap Operas - He loves the often cheesy Muggle daytime Drama programs. Not that he'd admit to it, though.
[/li][li]Flirting - He loves to flirt, or more specifically to be flirted with. It puts him in a good mood that lasts quite a while.
[/li][li][M.]Sex - Remy does not romanticize the act, merely seeing it as a decent way to kill a half hour or so. Hell, he's not even that picky - he'd have sex with someone he hated if he was in the mood. [/size]
Dislikes:
[/li][li]Smoke - It smells bad, makes everything it touch smell bad, and it's not a day in the park for your lungs.
[/li][li]Peanut Butter - He hates the way it sticks to his teeth and to the roof of his mouth.
[/li][li]Cats - He finds them useless, and doesn't care to own one.
[/li][li]Inkwells - With their propensity to spill, they're horridly inconvenient.
[/li][li]Aerosols - Similar to smoke, it makes it difficult for Remy to breathe. [/size]
Patronus:
Remy's Patronus takes the form of a Woodland Caribou. He hasn't the slightest clue as to why, other than he does but heads on occasion, though he does make the connection to living in Canada, whether that factors for anything or not.
Boggart:
Remy's boggart is being engulfed in flames, which would easily be his death, as he is not only allergic to smoke, but when the structural integrity of a building began to fail, he'd be unable to move it out of the way in order to escape. Plus, he doesn't want to have a marred, hideous ghost/corpse.
World Passing By
Subjects:
Transfiguration - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Charms - E
Potions - A
Astronomy - A
History of Magic - P
Herbology - E
Divination - O
Care of Magical Creatures - E
Report:
Remy is generally a bad student in his classes. Despite him getting (some) good marks by testing and homework, he's never been a kid you would try to mold the perfect student from. He is consistently chatty, he mocks stupid answers, and if he's tired, he's going to sleep at his desk, no matter the amount of detentions a Professor might threaten him with. Heck, he's probably only kept in class because he has impeccable work on his out of class assignments.
Personal Statement:
Remy sees no real point in going to classes, and therefore doesn't respect the atmosphere of said classes. He'd rather learn any sort of material from a book, and does such, since he pays little, if any, attention in class. The only exception to this would be his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which is just interesting enough to catch and hold his wavering attention span.
History:
Remy Bernard Carver came into the world after his mother labored for fifteen hours and thirty-eight minutes to push him out. His parents never really cared to have children, but they kinda liked him...eventually. For the first few years, he was little more than an accessory in a Christmas photo, having been left in the care of an elderly squib Au Pair for the largest portion of his childhood.
He began showing his magical abilities around age nine, his first episode having turned the entire house (and everything in it) varying shades of pink. This, however, proved to be vastly inconvenient to his parent's social life, and was sent to live with his Aunt or the next two years, until he would be sent to a nearby Boarding School for Witches and Wizards. His Aunt, whom didn't care to let him sit home and allow himself to 'rot while he waited for his life to start' signed him up to play on a local ice hockey team, where he played a fairly good goalie. This helped him fill a large amount of his idle time, as well as help him develop socially, even if he didn't really like to hang out with some of the guys.
In what seemed like a blur, Remy suddenly found himself in School, and being a nervous first year, he soon found himself anchored to a slightly dark-humored fourth year girl who helped he boy become less and less socially awkward. It didn't taken him long to figure out from her example how to find and get what he wanted, though it would be a few more years before he'd ever actually use the methods she relied on. Until the end of his own fourth year, he was merely one of her cronies, never really coming into his own until after she had graduated.
His fifth year was a very defining one for him. His first major milestone that year was becoming socially independent, surprising even himself that he no longer needed the crutch of an older student to go to any sort of event. Remy also discovered his bisexuality in the course of his fifth year, with a sixth year named Spencer, though Remy prefers not to think of the boy (since he broke his heart [Awww.]) The third major event was the now infamous 'Riding of the Moose' event ((which you can read below)). Though his fourth and final milestone was one that hadn't really been that big, since he had already foreseen it and had been preparing for it for years, and that was passing his O.W.L.s.
((I know it kinda sucks, but it's 6 a.m. @_@ )
Roleplay Sample:
In his foggy and pained thought process, Remy reviewed the events that had preceded him laying on the cold, hard ground, his head throbbing and his stomach twisting into knots. The night had started sensibly enough, he was just going to a pub with his friend, flirt a little, and leave once she found a straight guy to chat with. The first fire whiskey wasn't a big deal, after all, the night had been young, and Sarah (his friend) hadn't found 'her type' yet. But then someone from across the bar decided that Remy could use a refill on his drink, and being one not to turn down a free drink, the underage male downed it pretty quickly, and was starting to get a rather nice buzz.
He saw that he should have stopped then, but soon the guy had asked him to dance. Now, the guy wasn't Remy's type, by any means - he was short, his hair line was receding, old enough to be his dad, and had more meat on him than could be considered a cute amount of fluff. But still, Remy couldn't see the harm in it, after all, the man had bought him a drink, so even he could suffer through one dance to offer thanks, though apparently the older man had some...seedy intentions for Remy, and decided to buy him a few more drinks, and the boy knew this was the moment the evening had turned sour, because he remembered having about three more glasses, and his head began to swim.
Sarah had, thankfully, stopped him from going home with the guy, but she had gotten a little tipsy herself (though not to the extent he was), so she and a few of her friends that had happened to be there decided to just go to one of their house's that was conveniently nearby. Had he not had consumed so much alcohol, he knew he would have went home to crash on his own bed. But no, he could hardly think straight, which is why he sat down and played a game of truth-or-dare with the other drunken idiots.
At first, the dares and questions were regular enough, some chick had dared another one to kiss someone, some guy asked another guy if he had the hots for a third, nothing big. That is, until someone, noticing that there was an animal in the backyard, dared Remy to ride it. While his senses told him Remy, don't do it," his drunken brain told him, "C'mon...it'll be fun." So in that drunken stupor, he drug himself off the sofa and stumbled outside to see what would function as his steed. Standing outside the back door, grazing in the yard was a solitary moose.
He didn't exactly remember how he got onto the moose, or even why it stood still long enough for him to get on and semi-steady on its back. What he did remember was that one of the guys thought it'd be funny to slap the beast's haunch to make it run with the diminutive Remy clutching the its neck for dear life. The ride was jarring, and riding into the woods, he thought it was taking forever for the moose to show any signs of stopping (which it wasn't). The poor boy couldn't take much more of this as his entire body had begun to either ache or go numb, and in only a matter of minutes after he realized he would give out before the moose, he did.
With all the grace of a sack of potatoes falling off a truck, and with a dismount similar to a wad of silly putty being thrown onto a floor, Remy's body landed on the ground with a dull thud. He laid there, his body feeling like it where vibrating much like a tuning fork, for what, despite feeling like hours, was only a few solid minutes. The mixture of pure pain and significant discomfort lasted quite a while before he stood up, sobering up just enough to tell himself a lie. "Well, I'm never drinking again..."
Out of Character
Name:
Jaq/Rhea
Age:
Younger than Joan Rivers, Older than her face. (18)
Name of Playby:
Mitch Hewer.
Other Characters:
Other characters you play here?
Rhea Wright
Name:
Remy Bernard Carver
Age:
January 1st, 16
Gender:
Male
Year:
6th
Birthplace:
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Ethnicity:
Caucasian.
Nationality:
Canadian, eh. ((Sorry. Couldn't resist.
))Blood:
Halfblood.
Relatives:
Mother’s Name: Adina Bernard-Carver
Father’s Name: Gregory Carver
Siblings: None
Pets:
Not Applicable
Wand Type:
11 inch Hazel with Phoenix Feather, fairly rigid.
This wand is strict, definite, and precise; moderately strong. One of the best all-purpose wands, it is especially good for transfiguration, where it can be used in very complex practices. In general, does will in all workings which deal with change of objects' form and material structure. Indicates owner's high abilities in magical sciences, as well as his possible connections with various law-structures. Not very good for Dark Arts, but can be successfully used for active defense against them.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Color:
Blonde.
Eye Color:
His eyes are a beautifully crisp and light green.
Build:
Remy Carver is very well toned, but he isn't particularly muscular. There's likely to be a fight he could actually win, but he might be able to land a good punch before he would be put out of commission.
Skin Tone:
His skin is lightly tanned, and due to a rigorous routine, unblemished. He tries very hard to never stray from the system he uses because he can't stand to have pimples or "bacne."
Height:
At a massive five feet and four inches, Remy is hardly an imposing figure.
Dress Style:
Remy most commonly opts to wear comfortable Muggle clothing rather than Wizarding robes. The freedom of a pair of jeans and a sweater affords is so gratifying in his mind that, given the choice, he'd never wear another robe as long as he lived. Of course, it does help that Robes are generally dull and listless, and the boy does enjoy being colorful. His favorite outfit would have to be a cotton A-shirt, blue jeans and a comfy pair of runners.
Specifics:
Firstly, most people notice that Remy is very small, both in height and weight. His face is sprinkled with freckles and frames two very light green eyes, which often attract the attention of a wandering eye. He has a strange scar in the middle of his back, only a mere two inches to the right of his spine.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual.
Self Image:
Remy likes who he sees in the mirror. He's usually a fun guy to be around and he knows he is moderately attractive. The boy is ridiculously limber, which erm, some people think is enjoyable ((>_>)). And although people don't see him as such, he's fairly intelligent...in some subjects. The only thing he wishes he could change would be to be a few inches taller.
To the Outward Eye:
How Remy appears to people is somewhat dependent on the distance and definition that the scrutinize him from. If one were to look at him from across a crowded bar, he'd simply be a pretty face with a nice smile. If they came a little closer, they'd note he was the one entertaining his friends with some form of banter (though it's more than likely just gossip). However, if you approached him one on one he'd probably be flirtatious and friendly, though (for certain people) he's liable to be a b****.
Social Status:
Remy generally is popular with females (as a friend) since he usually has more fun with them, and enjoying ((pardon the term)) bitchy gossip. He's usually drawn to the Queen Bee type of girl, being more of a follower than a leader. Of course, he's attracted to her boyfriend more often than the actual girl, but that's something he wouldn't tell said girl. In fact, when he goes for a female he's usually only attracted to the more innocent girls (read: not a whore), though he's not above sleeping with one if they really want to (read: he's drunk).
Positive Traits:
- Candid - He's pretty frank, and rarely sugar coats things or tells little white lies. And while it irritates some people, others value the very one-faced behavior.
- Friendly - With certain people, Remy can find a sizable amount of kinship, and when he finds them, he can become quite territorial about them.
- High Self-Esteem - Remy likes himself, quite a bit, and no one can say anything about him that can make him think otherwise.
- Creative - He doesn't write elegant poetry, or play beautiful music, but he definitely spin a yarn and come up with tall tales.
- Unselfish - When Remy has made a friend, he'd give them his last Galleon if he thought they needed it.
Negative Traits:
- Abrasive - Remy has very little, if any tact, so he's often in trouble or at arms with someone for rubbing them the wrong way. ((Don't make that perverted. >_>))
- Excitable - Remy's emotional state is very easy to move from dull and bored to angry, or happy, and so on. He isn't bi-polar, but his buttons are easily pushed, even if a person doesn't know it.
- Unforgiving - Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and you'll spend years trying to get his trust and respect back, if you can get it at all.
- Reckless - Some people would call him courageous, but there comes a point where Courage turns to a rather stupid and brazen behavior.
- Immature - Remy will stoop to almost any level in order to embarrass someone for a good laugh. ((However, he will usually target an enemy of his or a friend's, rather than an innocent bystander.))
Skills:
Remy, being a somewhat stereotyped Canadian boy, has certain skills that aren't exactly common in the rest of the world. For instance, he's a rather talented Goalie when playing Hockey (and through that, he's also a fairly good ice-skater). He's quite the competent skier. And, not that it comes up much, but he can ride a moose. On a separate note, he is capable of some outlandish acrobatics due to his freakishly limber body.
Likes:
[/li][li]Canada - It's impossible not to like Canada. Especially if you're from there.
[/li][li]Fire whiskey - Boy likes to drink. Though, admittedly, he is a lightweight.
[/li][li]Soap Operas - He loves the often cheesy Muggle daytime Drama programs. Not that he'd admit to it, though.
[/li][li]Flirting - He loves to flirt, or more specifically to be flirted with. It puts him in a good mood that lasts quite a while.
[/li][li][M.]Sex - Remy does not romanticize the act, merely seeing it as a decent way to kill a half hour or so. Hell, he's not even that picky - he'd have sex with someone he hated if he was in the mood. [/size]
Dislikes:
[/li][li]Smoke - It smells bad, makes everything it touch smell bad, and it's not a day in the park for your lungs.
[/li][li]Peanut Butter - He hates the way it sticks to his teeth and to the roof of his mouth.
[/li][li]Cats - He finds them useless, and doesn't care to own one.
[/li][li]Inkwells - With their propensity to spill, they're horridly inconvenient.
[/li][li]Aerosols - Similar to smoke, it makes it difficult for Remy to breathe. [/size]
Patronus:
Remy's Patronus takes the form of a Woodland Caribou. He hasn't the slightest clue as to why, other than he does but heads on occasion, though he does make the connection to living in Canada, whether that factors for anything or not.
Boggart:
Remy's boggart is being engulfed in flames, which would easily be his death, as he is not only allergic to smoke, but when the structural integrity of a building began to fail, he'd be unable to move it out of the way in order to escape. Plus, he doesn't want to have a marred, hideous ghost/corpse.
World Passing By
Subjects:
Transfiguration - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Charms - E
Potions - A
Astronomy - A
History of Magic - P
Herbology - E
Divination - O
Care of Magical Creatures - E
Report:
Remy is generally a bad student in his classes. Despite him getting (some) good marks by testing and homework, he's never been a kid you would try to mold the perfect student from. He is consistently chatty, he mocks stupid answers, and if he's tired, he's going to sleep at his desk, no matter the amount of detentions a Professor might threaten him with. Heck, he's probably only kept in class because he has impeccable work on his out of class assignments.
Personal Statement:
Remy sees no real point in going to classes, and therefore doesn't respect the atmosphere of said classes. He'd rather learn any sort of material from a book, and does such, since he pays little, if any, attention in class. The only exception to this would be his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which is just interesting enough to catch and hold his wavering attention span.
History:
Remy Bernard Carver came into the world after his mother labored for fifteen hours and thirty-eight minutes to push him out. His parents never really cared to have children, but they kinda liked him...eventually. For the first few years, he was little more than an accessory in a Christmas photo, having been left in the care of an elderly squib Au Pair for the largest portion of his childhood.
He began showing his magical abilities around age nine, his first episode having turned the entire house (and everything in it) varying shades of pink. This, however, proved to be vastly inconvenient to his parent's social life, and was sent to live with his Aunt or the next two years, until he would be sent to a nearby Boarding School for Witches and Wizards. His Aunt, whom didn't care to let him sit home and allow himself to 'rot while he waited for his life to start' signed him up to play on a local ice hockey team, where he played a fairly good goalie. This helped him fill a large amount of his idle time, as well as help him develop socially, even if he didn't really like to hang out with some of the guys.
In what seemed like a blur, Remy suddenly found himself in School, and being a nervous first year, he soon found himself anchored to a slightly dark-humored fourth year girl who helped he boy become less and less socially awkward. It didn't taken him long to figure out from her example how to find and get what he wanted, though it would be a few more years before he'd ever actually use the methods she relied on. Until the end of his own fourth year, he was merely one of her cronies, never really coming into his own until after she had graduated.
His fifth year was a very defining one for him. His first major milestone that year was becoming socially independent, surprising even himself that he no longer needed the crutch of an older student to go to any sort of event. Remy also discovered his bisexuality in the course of his fifth year, with a sixth year named Spencer, though Remy prefers not to think of the boy (since he broke his heart [Awww.]) The third major event was the now infamous 'Riding of the Moose' event ((which you can read below)). Though his fourth and final milestone was one that hadn't really been that big, since he had already foreseen it and had been preparing for it for years, and that was passing his O.W.L.s.
((I know it kinda sucks, but it's 6 a.m. @_@ )
Roleplay Sample:
In his foggy and pained thought process, Remy reviewed the events that had preceded him laying on the cold, hard ground, his head throbbing and his stomach twisting into knots. The night had started sensibly enough, he was just going to a pub with his friend, flirt a little, and leave once she found a straight guy to chat with. The first fire whiskey wasn't a big deal, after all, the night had been young, and Sarah (his friend) hadn't found 'her type' yet. But then someone from across the bar decided that Remy could use a refill on his drink, and being one not to turn down a free drink, the underage male downed it pretty quickly, and was starting to get a rather nice buzz.
He saw that he should have stopped then, but soon the guy had asked him to dance. Now, the guy wasn't Remy's type, by any means - he was short, his hair line was receding, old enough to be his dad, and had more meat on him than could be considered a cute amount of fluff. But still, Remy couldn't see the harm in it, after all, the man had bought him a drink, so even he could suffer through one dance to offer thanks, though apparently the older man had some...seedy intentions for Remy, and decided to buy him a few more drinks, and the boy knew this was the moment the evening had turned sour, because he remembered having about three more glasses, and his head began to swim.
Sarah had, thankfully, stopped him from going home with the guy, but she had gotten a little tipsy herself (though not to the extent he was), so she and a few of her friends that had happened to be there decided to just go to one of their house's that was conveniently nearby. Had he not had consumed so much alcohol, he knew he would have went home to crash on his own bed. But no, he could hardly think straight, which is why he sat down and played a game of truth-or-dare with the other drunken idiots.
At first, the dares and questions were regular enough, some chick had dared another one to kiss someone, some guy asked another guy if he had the hots for a third, nothing big. That is, until someone, noticing that there was an animal in the backyard, dared Remy to ride it. While his senses told him Remy, don't do it," his drunken brain told him, "C'mon...it'll be fun." So in that drunken stupor, he drug himself off the sofa and stumbled outside to see what would function as his steed. Standing outside the back door, grazing in the yard was a solitary moose.
He didn't exactly remember how he got onto the moose, or even why it stood still long enough for him to get on and semi-steady on its back. What he did remember was that one of the guys thought it'd be funny to slap the beast's haunch to make it run with the diminutive Remy clutching the its neck for dear life. The ride was jarring, and riding into the woods, he thought it was taking forever for the moose to show any signs of stopping (which it wasn't). The poor boy couldn't take much more of this as his entire body had begun to either ache or go numb, and in only a matter of minutes after he realized he would give out before the moose, he did.
With all the grace of a sack of potatoes falling off a truck, and with a dismount similar to a wad of silly putty being thrown onto a floor, Remy's body landed on the ground with a dull thud. He laid there, his body feeling like it where vibrating much like a tuning fork, for what, despite feeling like hours, was only a few solid minutes. The mixture of pure pain and significant discomfort lasted quite a while before he stood up, sobering up just enough to tell himself a lie. "Well, I'm never drinking again..."
Out of Character
Name:
Jaq/Rhea
Age:
Younger than Joan Rivers, Older than her face. (18)
Name of Playby:
Mitch Hewer.
Other Characters:
Other characters you play here?
Rhea Wright
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