Remle Boyd
Mar 22, 2014 22:34:54 GMT -5
Post by Remle Boyd on Mar 22, 2014 22:34:54 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Remle Angelina Boyd
Nicknames: Remi, R.E.M.
Age: 26
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Local/Radio DJ
Powers: Shadow Manipulation
Unlike some meta’s who have similar powers to hers, Remi cannot walk through shadow. Rather, her talent lies in manipulating them. Usually this means using all the shadows within a radius of about ten feet (excluding the shadows of people which she can’t control) to stage epic puppet shows for herself or create a shadow “blob” around herself. Sometimes she uses the surrounding shadows to find things that have somehow become lost, like her keys under tables or shoes lost in the bowels of her closet. However sorting through all the shadows to find what she’s looking for often requires concentration to a level that it leaves her with acute headaches and a shorter temper.
Other side effects of continuously using her powers include: insomnia, physical ability and/or dexterity tanking sharply combined with overall feelings of exposure and vulnerability (especially after being exposed to long hours of sunlight).
Play By: Alexz JohnsonThe DetailsHair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? Ears - three times
Any Tattoos?
- Vintage scientific drawing style of an octopus on her left forearm
- Small crescent moon with stars “dripping” from it in white ink behind her left ear
- Victorian style bracket on lower back
- Peacock sleeve on her right shoulder ending stylistically at her elbow
Any Scars?
- scars around her knuckles and fingers from kitchen and childhood mishaps
- small scar under her bottom lip from splitting it badly in infancy
- scar around her ankles from wading into a patch of thorns while running from a neighborhood dog
General Appearance: Remle stands proudly at 5’5” on the days she’s not wearing heels. Her bust is proportionate to her slender figure as are her hips, her waist drawn in just enough to give the barest hint of an hourglass-like shape. She carries herself with proper posture and hardly ever slouches, even when she’s tired. She walks with purpose and attitude, strides long and even no matter what she’s wearing. She is soft around her upper arms and thighs due to lack of sufficient muscle and has difficulty walking or biking for long distances. She’s strong enough to work around the radio station, lifting, stacking and moving boxes of records, CDs and tapes when needed but not much more than that.
Remi’s blonde hair is kept usually to her shoulders or a bit shorter and she’s not necessarily a fan of “putting it up”. She likes wearing hats or headbands to give it extra character but spends more time applying makeup than fussing with her hair. Due to the dark circles often present under her eyes Remi has become somewhat adept at makeup artistry. In order to appear functional to the world outside her DJ booth she applies makeup heavily around her eyes and away from the center of her face to appear far more rested than she really is. Remi is sometimes mistaken for a first year college student (sometimes younger) and isn’t always sure how to handle it as a situation. On one hand she’s pleased that she appears to look younger than she is, on the other it’s very difficult for her to get people to take her seriously as a result, especially right away.
The desire to be taken seriously, especially quickly and to be seen as an adult is reflected in her clothing choices to a certain extent. While of course there are days where she simply can’t be bothered to put everything into her appearance she takes the time to keep up on the latest fashion trends, haunts internet shopping sites and creeps through fashion Instagram statuses to keep her look up to date. She then takes that information and tailors it to herself specifically and the kind of message she wants to send to people on that day. Her moods are fairly easy to tell based on how she dresses. She doesn’t have a set color pallet but usually the brighter the colors the better her mood. Normally she tends to be in the middle with lots of jeans and shirts of various colors and designs. She hardly ever tends towards full black outfits because she feels its cliché and she wants to avoid that if at all possible.
Personality: Remi would describe herself as hard-working, professional and confident. She might also use words like: private, practical and blunt. She’s also known to be fiercely independent, competitive and “grumpy”. In fact most people use “grumpy” to describe her first. She doesn’t go around with a smile on her face as other’s might and it takes quite a bit of humorous prodding to get her to smile. She is unimpressed by the things that other’s call “cute” and makes it known, sometimes obnoxiously but always to that person’s face. She’s not subversive or underhanded and doesn’t believe in keeping her feelings about anything a secret. She might be private about her life and what she does but she also holds that true for other people. In fact there have been times where she’s exited a conversation or situation where she felt something too “personal” was happening or being regaled. She doesn’t talk about sex or dating and when questioned about someone being “cute” is usually noncommittal. She’s not a prude by any means but feels that whatever happens in someone’s bedroom needs to stay there.
Remle may not be a glittering social butterfly but she is good at what she does. On the off-chance that she does get to interview someone for her program or must interact with her coworkers, she’s genuinely engaged, polite and professional. Her confidence translates easily into being able to set aside whatever her discomfort might be at the time and do her job and do it well. She learned from an early age that the world was not going to stop just because she didn’t feel like leaving the comfort of the darkness under her sheets. Being competitive by nature she started to think of it as a personal challenge, one that she would engage and defeat. She has a tendency to be a little intense when a deadline or event might be looming in her effort to finish everything perfectly. She hates being late or procrastinating, something her teachers in school most likely appreciated even if she sometimes insisted on stealing shadows and hiding in a shaded blob in the back of the room.
For the most part Remi has no problem functioning as a contributing member of society. However, there are days (or nights) when she feels nearly crippled with vulnerability. Usually this occurs after spending far too much time outside during the day. Lengthy exposure to sunlight drains her physically, making it difficult for her to move, or her dexterity suffers causing her to press wrong buttons, drop pens and papers, and generally makes her feel as if she can’t do anything for herself. She is especially ill-tempered at these times and prone to snap at anyone and everyone. She usually spends the program curled up in her chair with the minimal amount of light on, playing soothing mood music. In the mornings when she leaves she often looks on the verge of tears, jumps at everything and goes home to stare at her ceiling trying to get some sleep.
Remi, given her penchant for being withdrawn and private, does not appreciate people trying to pry into her life without her permission. She also finds difficulty asking for help when she’s struggling with something because she feels it’s her responsibility to fix whatever happens to have gone wrong, even if it’s not in any way her fault. The only way to get Remle to open up about anything is to get her drunk. Despite how much she enjoys drinking, she’s a lightweight and succumbs to alcohol easily. She’s much more personable under the influence of alcohol and will willingly open up about anything that’s asked of her. She also sleeps much better after nights of drinking and as a result suffers no hang-over the next day and is generally quite friendly in the twenty-four hours that follow. That doesn’t mean however that she wants to talk about what was said. More than one person has discovered that Remle values her trust in people and keeping what was said while she was drunk to themselves is the ultimate test/affirmation of that trust.Your VicesLikes:
- Music of all kinds
- Accomplishing her goals
- When people express confidence in her and her abilities
- Coffee
- When she gets a decent amount of sleep
- Sitting in the dark
- Storms of all kinds
- Smoking her hookah pipe
- Tattoos
- Intimate spaces
- The smell of tobacco
- The feel of old records, tapes, music
- Playing her instruments
- Writing music
Dislikes:
- Noon
- Not being able to get more than a few hours of sleep at any given time
- Being outside for longer than an hour or two
- Large group social situations
- Morning people
- People who don’t understand that she’s not in fact “always grumpy”
- Not being taken seriously
- Unrelenting music snobs
- Flash photography
- Sunny days with lots of snow
- Feeling tired and irritable
- How sometimes she has to fight with herself to get out of bed
Strengths:
- Remle has an ear for good music and choosing something that fits the “mood”
- Strong under pressure or deadlines
- Doesn’t bump into anything when it’s dark
- Really good memory for trivia (especially musical)
- Plays the guitar and keyboard but prefers her keyboard
- More active at night
Weaknesses:
- Borderline socially inept
- Dark spaces seem to draw her in unexplainably
- Doesn’t deal well with people younger than her
- Lacks patience for theatrics of over dramatizations of problems
- Overly private at times
- Gets drunk easily
Fears:
- Being vulnerable and prone to attack or assault
- Big, barking dogs
- Developing a drug dependency so she avoids sleep aides
Secret: She wants to take over the morning show to advance her career but hasn’t worked out how yet.Family TiesFather: Patrick Boyd
Mother: Janice Boyd
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People:
- Siamese Cat/Male ~ Ceasar
- Maincoon Cat/Male ~ KrakenHistoryPatrick and Janice Boyd were a well-to-do fashion photography couple living in San Diego, California. Their lifestyle was simple and fun and they didn’t start thinking about children until they were well into their thirties. As a result Remle was born when Janice was nearly forty and Patrick was already there. Both parents at first were doting and supportive, but their job, at which they were both very good at, began to demand more of them than their daughter was able to. Remle wasn’t particularly fussy or “needy” as her mother put it so the parents thought they were essentially doing their daughter a favor by not hovering over her and smothering her with attention.
As Remle grew into a much more independent youth her parents suddenly realized that perhaps that hadn’t been the right plan. It also worried them that Remle didn’t seem as interested in sharing the details of her day as her parents wanted her to be and prodding for said details irritated and angered her to the point where she’d simply leave and go to her room, already anticipating “punishment”. By the time Remi was eleven (almost twelve), her parents worried that their daughter was becoming something of a “rebel” at an early age. Accordingly they placed her into therapy with one Dr. Ross with the hopes that her behavioral issues would be sorted out and their daughter would be delivered back to them, the way they wanted her to be. Dr. Ross however managed to get something entirely different out of Remle during their third session together. In trying to get Remle to open up about why she felt the need to keep everything so private, Dr. Ross stressed the reluctant-to-share Remle to the point that her powers manifested and her shadow, the couch’s shadow and another shadow nearby wrapped around her in a “shell” of sorts.
Naturally she panicked and it took Dr. Ross nearly the rest of their scheduled session to calm her down enough that the shadows slipped back into place. The rest of their time was spent quietly discussing how Remle needed to share this with her parents, why, and how Remle felt about that. Dr. Ross also spent several minutes reassuring her that no matter what reaction they had, Remle would be in safe hands. When Remle’s parents returned to hear a progress update they were quite surprised to learn that Remle was a meta-human. Remle explained what had happened succinctly and with little insight into how she felt about the matter at the time. Dr. Ross added afterwards that she had contact with a special school for meta-humans and would put someone from the Hammel Institute into contact with Janice and Patrick by the end of the week and wished Remle luck.
As promised someone from the school arrived at the door that weekend, card in hand to explain things. Janice and Patrick were not bad parents. Despite not really knowing how to handle their daughter’s intense need for privacy and independence; they wanted to do what was best for Remle, even if that meant sending her away. They questioned the recruiter extensively trying to catch him in a lie but ultimately realized that the school was the best place for their daughter to be in light of incredibly recent events. Remle, not surprisingly to her parents, listened quietly but intently, asked several questions regarding training, after school activities and if there was on site counselling. The last question did surprise her parents who had assumed due to her reluctance to talk to Dr. Ross that therapy would not be something she wanted to continue on her own. Remle, in a rare show of openness explained that due to Dr. Ross’ actions when her abilities suddenly manifested made her rethink her approach to what the woman had been trying to do and that she was willing to see someone once or twice a week to see what sort of progress she could make.
A week later Remle was saying goodbye to her parents outside of Hammel after a tour, a question and answer session, and meeting the woman who would become her new counselor. The family had taken the extra time to hold get together’s with grandparents (who were only told she was attending a school for gifted children), help her shop and pack for the very different Vermont weather and rescheduled much of their work to accompany her to Hammel. She wasn’t scared or worried about living away from her parents despite only being a few weeks away from twelve but she was uncertain about what her life might become over the next however many years. She shouldn’t have of course; her natural competitiveness ensured that she did her work and trained seriously to control her powers. She discovered music early on as an elective and fell in love with it as a way to release the stress she was bottling up by keeping everything to herself. She had a few friends but no one that made her want to open up enough to stop seeing the school counselor twice a week to work through the angst that was building up about people not respecting her privacy or sharing everything when she as within ear shot. She had a breakthrough when she was seventeen about it, realizing that she had stopped caring so much about people wanting to share with her as long as they didn’t expect her to share with them. Sessions decreased from twice a week to once every other week in light of this epiphany and other progress she has made regarding her temper and taking it out on other people.
Music began to take a close third in her life behind training and school as she reorganized her priorities in order to graduate on time. That still wouldn’t stop her from composing or writing a few bars of music every night before bed, with headphones in and shrouded in darkness out of respect to her roommate. She graduated at eighteen, in control of her power and had every intent of attending college to get some sort of degree and then use it to pursue music. She had originally wanted to go back to California to attend college but on a recent trip to visit her family had to spend the majority of her time wrapped in shadows in her room, sincerely hating how very sunny it was “suddenly”. Her parents were incredibly understanding about the matter and took days off work just to sit in her room and be with her or watch movies around the house until the sun set enough that Remle was comfortable with being outside.
She opted to say in Vermont for college, close to the school in case living outside of Hammel proved too difficult for her to be away from training. As it is she currently drops in once a week or so for training sessions because it’s a comfortable part of her routine to adhere to. She got a communications degree with a minor in music production and decided that while she liked making music for herself and potentially for others she didn’t necessarily like the idea of performing in front of large crowds of screaming people. To that end she realized during one of her communications classes that she liked radio. She worked at the college radio station for a couple semesters and took extreme pleasure in introducing people to music, new and old. Before graduating she searched high and low for jobs and managed to find one in a small town not so far away from the college.
After working there for a year upon graduating she inquired about jobs around Pilot Ridge and was informed that the town she had essentially grown up in was looking for a late night DJ since the woman who currently held the spot had vacated due to retirement. Owing to her insomnia and being far more active at night than during the day, Remle jumped at the chance and eagerly applied for the position. She wasn’t the only applicant but after several interviews and displaying her skill and experience with working in a radio station she was awarded the job. For the first time since moving into an apartment with her college roommate when she was eighteen Remle packed everything up again and moved back to Pilot Ridge with help from her parents who bought her a small, two bedroom apartment. With Remi comes her two cats, both adopted strays she found in college. Ceasar was obtained from a local shelter while Kraken stalked her for weeks until she took him home.Roleplay Example
She couldn’t sleep.
Not that this was anything new, she often couldn’t sleep. As Caesar and Kraken prowled the living room, she was wrapped in the comforting embrace of darkness as she stabbed out a few chords on her keyboard. Humming absently to herself she took the pencil out of her mouth and made a few notes on the music paper next to her before replacing it. This was peace. No one asking questions, no one staring at her, no one expecting anything of her. She always thought…hoped rather that she would be able to find that special person or persons that would make her want to open up but she hadn’t yet. It was too depressing to assume she had no friends, she was invited to do things with people she knew but it wasn’t as if there existed a bond that would allow Remle to feel as if she could share things with them.
She barely shared things with her cats. But that was only because Kraken was always yowling at her and Caesar didn’t care what was going on as long as he was fed and she pet him when ordered. As the sunlight moved across the floor in the slow passage of time, she found herself dozing slightly only to wake up the slightest sound and go back to work. It would be dark soon and she’d be able to go to work and enjoy herself. She thought someone’s birthday might be tonight but she couldn’t be sure. Had she been invited out? She was certain that she had been but…she’d lingered too long on her way home today and her head was killing her. Tomorrow was supposed to be cloudy; almost rainy she’d be able to run more errands tomorrow. Humming again she set her pencil down and played out the song she’d been writing, humming counter melodies with the piece to give it more depth. When she was finished she spent a few minutes just breathing and letting her stress go, exercises that her therapist had taught her years ago. Once she felt sufficiently calm again she leaned back into bed, finally able to get some sleep.What About You?Name: Rae
Age: 27
Experience: 11(ish) years
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