Post by remy barboza! on Jan 13, 2008 17:31:53 GMT -5
[/font][/center]{ you know you could've been a wonder
character’s name remy paige barboza.
gender female, i think.
discipline percussion- drums!
age sixteen
sexuality heterosexual
{ comes home on call, isn't that peace
[/font][/center]history
"Who's a better person to explain my history than well... me? It's nothing tragic, yet with a spark of interest here and there. Are you ready for this?"
"Okay, I'll admit it; I don't know anything about how my parents met. Why? Because I guess the histories of people don't really matter to me, and this one was no exception; helloooo, I live in the present. But if you really want to find out, maybe I'll ask my 'rents just for you when I visit them sometime. Well, it's not like that's going to happen soon though. My parents are pretty sick of me, or at least, my step-'mom' convinced my dad that. My mom is cool though, very cool."
"I can't explain much about my birth either. My parents went 'jiggy' with it, hehe, and then nine months later, I popped out. Actually, I was born on August 1st, in San Diego, California. (Hey, isn't August 1st supposed to be Friendship Day or whatever?!) When I was drying the dishes one time, my mom was telling me about me as a baby. Even though I don't really care about the past, which is why it's hard for me to do this, what my mom was telling me intrigued me. Hell, maybe it was because it was about me or something? I don't know. Anyways, she told me that I didn't cry too much, giving my parents an easy time. I usually bobbed my head around, giggling and bubbling with drool oozing down my chubby cheeks. "
"So with that in mind, I was a pretty happy baby growing up. And, I was still a happy toddler growing up. Happyhappyhappy! But really, I couldn't complain about anything, y'know, being spoiled with Barbies and all. When I was a little toddler, hell, Barbies were my life. I loved dressing them up and down, in little cute outfits, taking them out and stuff. You could consider it as an unhealthy obsession, but I'll call it love."
"I guess I let the dressing-up-thing go to my head, and since I never matched my Barbies' clothes, I kind of had a bizzare clothing taste. I clashed all my clothes, usually putting on the first few items in my dresser and closet I saw. That outfit would be it for the day, and my parents wouldn't complain. They would just laugh, letting me proceed onto nibbling on crackers and playing with my Barbies and buggies outside."
"I never had any interest for school, including preschool, and one of the reasons could be of lacking friends. When I came home from school everyday, my parents would ask me how school was and I would reply with, 'okay.' I never really found out why people didn't like being around me, I mean I was nice to everyone and stuff. And then, one day I was eating back in the corner of the cafeteria with my PB&J sandwich, nibbling away. Then, this girl had enough nerve to tell me, 'Ugh, your clothes don't match at all, ugly!' Of course, I just laughed. Somehow, it didn't effect me at all; hell, it gave me another reason to laugh at kids who were judgemental. "
"Oh well, I pushed it aside and I don't know, maybe after that I was more confident about myself. Weird huh? Because usually after being insulted, people cry or whine or whatever. Anyways, I've carried on from that day, going into first grade, second grade, third grade, etcetera."
"Then, eighth grade swung around, seeing as the other grades were only insignificant. Sure, I broke an arm or two, twisted my ankles, and all that other stuff... Anyways, I began waking up in the middle of the night, with my dad yelling... at my mom? No, that couldn't be happening... They were in love, they had to be in love with each other. And it was over little things too, like my dad placing an open soda can in the fridge."
"The fights grew more serious, and serious (and serious, and serious!) until one day, I guess they just couldn't stand each other any longer. I remember it was a Saturday morning and my mom just couldn't take it any longer, so she picked up her bags and left. My dad didn't say a word, while I was eating breakfast. I looked up and didn't think that she was leaving for forever, just assuming she was going somewhere for a couple of days. Oh how wrong was I?"
"Life was... I don't know actually. It was just kind of a blur, waiting for my mom to come home any day now. Even though I was fourteen, I was still naive enough to think that she was coming back. Then, I knew there was something wrong when my dad told me he was going out on a date a few months, weeks later? 'Why?!' I had asked, and then he asked me if I was crazy and finally revealed that Mom wasn't coming back. Do you know how pissed off I was? I mean, I knew this was coming in the back of my head, but I just... didn't want to admit it."
"I was beyond pissed at my dad but surprisingly not at all at my mom. Maybe it was because I respected her more, who knows? Anyways, my dad began going on more and more dates with the same girl, and I finally got a chance to meet her when he invited her to dinner. It was a little awkward for me, but I dealt with it. But how could you ever imagine your dad with another woman? So the woman seemed nice... at first."
"She was pretty friendly, until I could tell she was fake. I mean, she smiled too much and her laugh wasn't even real. And I swear, out of the corners of my eyes I could see her glare at me."
"So my dad continued dating her, and I was thinking he'll get over her. I never told him what I thought of her, letting him assume whatever he wanted to. Then, my dad sat me down one time, and I could immediately tell this was something important. He asked me... what he thought of her, as in, Helga. I shrugged, and said that she was nice and all. So then he asked me another question, what he thought about her being my mom. I started flipping out, dammit. What?!"
"I was pretty pissed off, and I pretty much had no contact of my mom. Helga was over again at dinner, and I refused to come out of my room. Anyways, as I was sitting away, I swear I could hear Helga talking about London and some boarding school. I was downstairs in a minute."
"'I want to go there,' I said, and Helga smiled a creepy smile. I would do anything to get away, and I wouldn't have to deal with Helga. It was the summer I was about to go into freshman year, perfect timing much?"
"So, here I am now, at Hoffman Academy and I'm happier than ever. I have friends now, friends."
parents
gregory dane barboza , CEO of major booking company , father , remarried
tale reese coupe , artist , mother , divored
helga elouise barboza , step-mother
siblings
none.
{ am I losin' way too much
[/font][/center]personality
remy? oh jeez.
ENERGETIC
sit still? oh please, that's impossible. yes, there's a use for the word impossible here, proving that it actually exists. remy just can't seem to ever sit still, constantly bouncing up and down. her fingers always seem to be drumming along the countertops or desks while her feet might be swaying several inches above the floor. remy always needs to be doing something, anything really to keep herself busy. and drumming is the perfect example, pouring her heart, soul, and energy as she literally drums away. remy is an energy-packed kid, and beside from those killer hangovers, she'll usually be caught moving around, doing whatever. remy can get tiring to keep up with, which annoys plenty of people. oh well, she's just looking for someone who's as energetic as she is.
ADVENTUROUS
guess remy's middle name; it begins with an "A" and ends with "DVENTURE!" yep, remy is a pretty adventurous lad, always up for anything involving action and fun. although, she might be a little cautious before she does anything. after you convince her that no one is coming after her, remy will release her wild, adventurous side and do anything.
IMMATURE
say the word "poop" and don't be surprised if remy rolls into a series of uncontrollable giggles. hell, she'll pretty much laugh at anything you say, or at least anything she finds amusing. it's not like she can help either, to the fact that she doesn't take life, or really anything, seriously. remy just can't seem to grow up out of her childhood, just being the way she is. or at least, that's her excuse. if you were to say that remy laughed too much, it would be the truth. the word "butthole" is a constant word in her -cough-wide-cough- vocabulary, so expect that word to be repeated many times if you just so happen to converse with her. those elementary pranks never seem old to her, like those classic whoopie cushions and such. remy is very immature, giggling at the phrase "getting jiggy with it." the word serious doesn't exist in her vocab.
FRIENDLY
remy is a bubbly heck of a girl, usually caught with a smile across her lips. she isn't that hard to approach, most of the time when she's not PMSing, even though most people find it difficult to talk to a girl like her. i mean, with her style and loud-ness and hyper-ativeness, it wouldn't be hard to scare people away. but remy simply ignores that matter of fact and goes along with her friendly, loud little self. remy loves making friends, even though she may be blunt or bouncing around with the people she's associating with. she's friendly, having that particular tendency to grow on people. it's not hard to get on her good side, so go ahead and talk to her will you?
LOUD!
remy is loud, loud, oh and did i mention loud? she's always talking, feeling free to speak about whatever's on her mind that moment. it's like she can talk like no other, which drives people nuts at times. the girl, you could say, likes attention, and you're not going to get any if you're going to be a wallflower right? there are times where she will hush down, thankfully, after being told to shut up. but she'll start up again with a smile, going on and on (and on and on and on!) remy is, no doubt about it, quite a talkative girl, going well along with her energetic side.
HARDCORE PARTIER
if there's a party in town, expect remy to be there, whether she's invited or not. most of her nights are spent out in clubs, partying the night away. with this said, remy is quite often... drunk? yeah, it's no surprise to see her staggering down the hallway, looking like she's about to die any minute soon. she's a funny site to see when she's drunk, making up words after another, bobbing her head around and the likings. most one night stands happen when she's drunk, with her clothes easily coming off. remy is all for those flashing platforms, blinking lights, and the rush of the night.
PARANOID
remy is the kind of person to check twice, or maybe a couple of billion times, before she does something. or at least, when she's sober. she's cautious about her decisions and pretty much of her every step. should she buy this? do that? the girl swears at times that people are following her every move, excluding the big Guy up There, planning to kill her or something. remy doesn't take a trusting to people way too easily, considering she's paranoid about pretty much the world. isn't it quite odd that she's adventurous though? oh well, her personality is kinda... all over the place.
STUBBORN
remy hates honesty, even though she's pretty much blunt with everything. she's in denial a lot of the times, butting out whatever she doesn't want to hear. selective hearing, is what people tell her she has, but she doesn't give a crap. she doesn't like the truth, as i'll repeat, and will often say, "no!" remy is a stubborn little girl, and almost everyone will agree if you ask if they think she's stubborn. oh well, who should care what people think right? haha.
KINDA... STUPID
if there were a line to be formed for the people to agree that remy wasn't smart, i'll be the first in that particular line to admit that she's not the brightest cookie in the jar. of course, the girl, to save herself, just lets it go with "obliviousness." hell, is that even a word? anyways, remy definitely didn't come here because of a scholarship, but rather that her parents were growing sick of her. and it's amazing what you can do with money these days, like ship your children all the way to another country. remy doesn't catch onto things very easily, like the meanings of the simplest books or . let's take a joke for an example, okay? let's say someone tells her the infamous joke, "why did the chicken cross the road?" and remy could sit there for hours, okay maybe not SIT for hours because she'd be too bouncy, trying to find the answer to the joke. once you finally reveal the answer to remy after watching an amusing period of time with remy mumbling to herself and such, in case if you're wondering it's "to get on the other slide", she'll question the answer for a bit and then let out a humble fit of laughter.
ROMANTIC
remy- there's a true romantic at heart. y'know, she worships those spaghetti-kisses and the whole cuddling and stuff. maybe she's read too many romance novels, who knows? remy has never really fallen in love, really just a girl naive to relationships. but she wants that feeling, to be loved, to feel loved, to do everything with love. remy wants to find that one person out there that's right for her, find her other half, her soulmate, the one. she doesn't reveal this side too much, since she's sort of trying to prove to people that she's "tough" and all that. but whatever, yeah, remy is a true romantic... at heart?
BLUNT
remy is the kind of person who will say stuff that's on her mind without a single thought going through her mind. say she thinks that dress of yours is hideous? remy won't bother but to seperate those lips of hers and let those words roll off her tongue. i mean, she doesn't do it intentionally to hurt anyone's feelings, just a habit developed over the years, hahah. and remy certainly won't go out of the way, just to tell you her opinion but rather if you're around and she thinks something, she'll tell you. remy is very open with her thoughts, bopping along with what's on her mind and such. anyways, yeah, if you bug remy, she'll tell you. if there's a booger hanging out of your nose, she'll tell you. oh and if she thinks you're cute... guess what? she'll tell you too! of course, it doesn't always end up in success when she tells you she likes you, often times with a result of heartbreak. remy will have those times where she sobs over the boy, and then she'll get back up again. anyways, some people take remy's bluntness as rudeness, which i guess you could see- er, hear rather. but that's just the way she is; again, she doesn't mean to intentionally hurt anyone.
likes
+++ bugs
+++ music
+++ boys
+++ dancing
+++ friends
+++ parties
+++ flashy lights
+++ tea
+++ drinking
+++ smoking
+++ sex-ing
+++ clubs
+++ people's hair
+++ partying 'til 6 AM
+++ bloo eyes
+++ messiness
+++ nice scents
+++ headphones
+++ grass
+++ photography
+++ drumming
+++ fried tofu
+++ junk food
+++ beaches
+++ adventures
+++ flowers
+++ freedom
+++ ears
+++ candles
+++ bathtubs
+++ the smell of the woods
+++ people
+++ watching the clouds
+++ boysboysboys
dislikes
=== staying still
=== lectures
=== toes
=== thunderstorms
=== death
=== money
=== coffee
=== getting yelled at
=== bitches
=== hangovers
=== getting sick
=== being tired
=== judgemental people
=== organization
=== boring people
=== homophobes
=== earphones
=== smart-alecks
=== jerks
=== meat
=== perfection
=== tests
=== high-maintenance girls
=== ghosts
=== drama
ambitions
`` to change people's lives.
`` to travel all over the world, doing tours and stuff.
`` to settle down (what?! settle down?! wait, finish reading the sentence) with the "right" someone.
fears
`` death
`` getting shot or stabbed in the throat or the area behind her knees
`` dying alone
`` thunderstorms
`` her step-mother
`` ghosts
{ my darling you look lovely
[/font][/center]portrayed by? CORY KENNEDY
eyes
they're hazel, usually outlined in a layer of eyeliner and some sort of perky design with colorful pencils. i'll admit it, they're bags reserved under her eyes, due to partying until let's say... six am?
hair
it's brown, usually with the look like she just rolled out of bed, which takes her hours to accomplish.
height
5'4".
style
remy has the sense of style that looks like she just picked up the first clothing items on the floor. and well, that's kinda true. she doesn't like to go stress out about what she wears, so most of her clothing choices are completely and utterly clashing. but somehow, she pulls those insane outfits off. how? confidence, yes confidence is the key. remy could go out in a pair of flannel, monkey pajamas and some 700$ dollar boots, caring less about what people think of her.
{ and I'm telling you why
[/font][/center]your name i'll just go by remy. ^^
age ---
years of roleplay about three or two?
code sentence if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain
other hai. :3
sample post
taken from SAY HELLO TOUR, by kennedy tristan york.
well, that's obviously my character. xD
To start off with, Kennedy was bubbling with emotions. Happy emotions, but not the emotions that liked-Alek-emotions. No, the buzzing spark between her and Alek was long-gone. She wasn't focused on impressing him or whatever now, just their friendship in between them now. Heck, the girl was lucky the relationship ended so well, not that she was happy for it ending. But that was a result of not being so fussy and "UGH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" Kennedy was to be thankful for her flexible personality, (but she had to admit that tears were shed after the split) or else she wouldn't have been literally jumping for joy that Alek was here.
His hug reminded Kennedy really gave her a wake-up call on how much she really did miss Alek's company. He never failed to bring a smile to her face and lighten her mood, even if her mood was already lightened. But that really said something, if he still lightened her mood if it was already lightened... right? She really hadn't forgotten about him, even if it wasn't obvious in her reaction to Alek. No, it was really just her being.. lost. Haha. That was nothing new though.
"Ack, I missed you too. But it's alright, there's no need to be sorry. I mean, I guess time gets in the way of things and then you have to add in the shows and the rehearsals and the time traveling and then the time to just settle down where it's like you, er people in general I mean, don't want to deal with people. There's hardly any time left, I guess, for people outside of ba- Oh jeez, I'm rambling, sorry!" Kennedy flashed a sheepish grin, shaking off the awkwardness. "But at least we get time now," she concluded, with another smile plastered on her face.
"Haha, oh yeah! I remember that now," she said, nodding her thought which was a gesture supporting her memories. The word, 'remember', seemed like such an... old word to Kennedy. As a person who lived in the present, it didn't make sense for her to be moping around depressingly, hanging onto all her past memories. Or at least, the girl saved that time when she would go to sleep. But for only a moment, she allowed her mind to recall those memories, which was no trouble for her. "But there's nothing wrong with owning all of our merch," Kennedy playfully said, adding in a laugh. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to buy anything?" she joked, adding a bit of the sales-person charm that she must've developed from selling stuff.
"Well, that's good. Er, to the fact that you've been good I mean, because it would suck if you weren't doing well...," she said, breaking off the slight awkwardness with a laugh. "Well, I've been good too. Y'know the usual, selling merch, hanging around the bus, meeting random people. Haha, but I need to go to Target to pick up some stuff. Or at least, the nearest Target I can find." Kennedy shrugged, reviewing her life, haha, in her mind. Her life seemed more simple than she actually thought. "But if anything, I constantly feel refreshed, so it's easier to feel happier. Like, if I'm ever down and somehow we change states or cities, it's like I'm starting over with my life. It's like I can leave all the troubles behind in the past city, and go on with my life. So yeah, I've been good and happy," she bubbled, drumming her fingers slightly against the table. "But anyways, haha, I've been great now that you're here."
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