Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2012 18:14:43 GMT -5
REMY
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Name: Remy
Nickname: not really…
Gender: Male
Age: appears 19, actually about a year, give or take
Sexuality: Heterosexual (generally uninterested though)
Fairytale: Ratatouille
Year: Year 7 (back a bit because of lack of general knowledge)
Face Claim: Lee Norris
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Personality: More often than not, Remy is the voice of reason in a group. He has a fairly level head on his shoulders and a knack for thinking things through before he does them. This mixes with a decidedly practical lifestyle and mindset, resulting in someone who comes off as much wiser than his appearance. This doesn’t stop him from being a little dry and sarcastic regarding people in general though.
He’s also addicted to food and cooking. He loves/lives to cook, and will likely become distracted by opportunities to showcase his art or observe this art in others. It turns out that he’s actually a prodigy when it comes to cooking, having had a bare minimum of actual training, using mostly techniques learned from Anyone Can Cook by Gusteau and stolen moments of cooking. Occasionally his morality slips, because he spent most of his existence as a rat living a rat’s mentality. In fact, various rat behaviors will sneak into his actions and mannerisms as well, including twitching and jumping at various sounds (plus a tendency to become awed at some things that humans take for granted).
Again: Remy used to be a rat, albeit an anthropomorphic one. He’s very new to being human, though he loves it.
Appearance: Again: Remy used to be a rat. He doesn’t quite understand all the clothing and the concept of it, though he does want to look and dress like a chef. This means a strange tendency toward striped pants and white shirts. Outside of that, he will quite frequently dress practically, wearing whatever functions. At least his sensitive nose forces him to wash these clothes on a regular basis.
On that same note, he doesn’t spend a lot of time on his physical appearance: no more than is necessary to present himself as a chef and be cleaned as such. He does want to be an impressive human and all, but it’s not a huge priority with him. The rat history and behaviors do leak in with his postures and such; occasionally he will hop to all floors. Also, his ears and eyes are rather on the wide side for a human…
History: Again: Remy used to be a rat. He was born in a rat colony to a rat father with a rat brother. They lived as rats do: stealing what they need to eat. Remy’s father also happened to be the leader of their little rat colony, and Remy was something of a black sheep (though more like gray, really). His strong sense of smell drove Remy to passing on foods that the other rats quite frequently dined upon, and his tendency toward humanism and cooking were both considered highly unusual. Nevertheless, that very same strong nose did earn Remy a position as “poison checker,” and he still possesses a strange knack for identifying poisons to this day.
One day, however, Remy opted to sneak into a house to gather up some spices. He probably would have succeeded, had he not been distracted by a cooking show. The next thing he knows, a bespectacled woman is firing a gun at him and his brother. The woman’s firing disturbed the colony’s nest, and the entire lot of them had to escape into a rainy evening. Remy dove for a copy of Anyone Can Could, and ended up using this as a raft.
Yet Remy wound up getting separated from his family, heading on a different path. His makeshift raft hurtled along sewers, till at last he was basically flung into a portal. Something about the transportation changed Remy quite abruptly from rat to human, as well as dumping him at Tintagel. He’s been there a few weeks now, but is still has a tendency to get a little distracted by things most humans would find normal.
Other: Well, Remy believes dreams do come true. Also, I again want to reiterate that he still possesses his enhanced sense of smell, nearly to the point of it being a superpower.
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Sample Post: Remy walked into the mess hall. Then he took a step back out of it. Then he walked into it again. He took a deep breath, letting the smells assail him. Frying grease, a touch of meat, something resembling coffee, a sweet smell of dessert, freshly cut salad, grilled chicken, grilled meat, fried everything. It wasn’t the delicate smells and palates of Paris, but it would certainly do.
Remy opened his eyes, not quite aware that he’d even closed them. They swept the hall, and he took in the various people, all clumped in groups. This wasn’t too different from the colony back home. You ate with family or friends or really, whoever you felt like eating with at the time. Unfortunately for Remy, he still hadn’t quite found a group to sit with just yet, which, again, reminded him all too much of the colony. Then again, they didn’t seem to ostracize him that much; but on the other hand, neither did these people. They just didn’t know him yet.
Time to get food. Remy walked over to the food, grabbing a tray and examining the food. Most of it looked… well, it looked like food, but that was about all Remy could say. He grabbed a container of salad, wrinkled his nose, and turned to the person next to him. “They don’t expect us to eat this, do they?” he asked. He turned it, studying it from another angle. “I mean, my family used to eat garbage, and I’m pretty sure they’d—well, actually, they’d probably think this was a feast.”
Remy paused, turning the container of salad again, listening to the wilted lettuce hitting the plastic. “I could do better,” he looked over at the other person, then realized he had forgotten the whole manners thing. He extended a hand, the one not holding salad, “Remy, by the way. Don’t you think I’m right about this salad though? I think someone should say something…”
