Post by remy lynn martin on Jul 16, 2009 15:56:07 GMT -5
Remy Lynn Martin
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full name • remy lynn martin
nick names • rem, little r
birthdate • march seventeenth nineteen ninety four
birthplace • los angelos, california
hometown • san fransisco, california
sexuality • straight
heritage • british, french, irish
character group • graffiti
nick names • rem, little r
birthdate • march seventeenth nineteen ninety four
birthplace • los angelos, california
hometown • san fransisco, california
sexuality • straight
heritage • british, french, irish
character group • graffiti
height • five foot one inch
weight • one hundred and two pounds
build • thin, small bit of muscles, very slight curves
hair • light brown, straight, medium to long in length with swooping side bangs that go over her right eye.
eyes • blue, almond shaped
piercings • ears twice in each lobe
tattoos • n/a
distingushing features • braces
play by • lauren cyrus
weight • one hundred and two pounds
build • thin, small bit of muscles, very slight curves
hair • light brown, straight, medium to long in length with swooping side bangs that go over her right eye.
eyes • blue, almond shaped
piercings • ears twice in each lobe
tattoos • n/a
distingushing features • braces
play by • lauren cyrus
likes • art, drawing, graffiti, writing poems, dancing, singing, swimming, photography, stuffed animals, little kids, fighting, meeting new people, fire (remy is a pyro), some alcohol, a couple drugs, light colors
dislikes • large crowds, stick figures, sitting still, school, her parents, ginny (sister), braces, strobe lights, strong alcohol, smoking, most drugs, bright lights, pitch black rooms/areas
strengths • graffiti, writing poems, playing guitar, remembering things, sports
weaknesses • she'll fall for any: romance, sweets, anything lemon flavored. she's bad at: writing essays, doing homework, giving advice, keeping secrets.
habits/quirks • taps her fingers and foot, can't sit still (changes possition a lot), draws on hand (if she has a pen or marker), bites her nails
fears • rape, death, jail, rats
dislikes • large crowds, stick figures, sitting still, school, her parents, ginny (sister), braces, strobe lights, strong alcohol, smoking, most drugs, bright lights, pitch black rooms/areas
strengths • graffiti, writing poems, playing guitar, remembering things, sports
weaknesses • she'll fall for any: romance, sweets, anything lemon flavored. she's bad at: writing essays, doing homework, giving advice, keeping secrets.
habits/quirks • taps her fingers and foot, can't sit still (changes possition a lot), draws on hand (if she has a pen or marker), bites her nails
fears • rape, death, jail, rats
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mother • ellen fiona martin; 29; journalist for san diago newspaper
father • fredrick george martin; 31; editor in chief of san diago newspaper
siblings • genevive (ginny) lydia martin; 13; public school student
pets • ember; orange tabby kitten
other family • n/a
father • fredrick george martin; 31; editor in chief of san diago newspaper
siblings • genevive (ginny) lydia martin; 13; public school student
pets • ember; orange tabby kitten
other family • n/a
other • i love the site !
member title • zoeybear
read the rules • yes
roleplay sample • Remy sat on her bed with a sketchpad in her lap and an orange colored pencil in her hand. Her foot tapped as she thought about what to draw. Remy looked to her wall, which had quite a few of her graffiti works on it. A smile spread across her lips as she looked back to her paper, starting a new idea that came to mind. She readjusted herself so she was leaning against the wall, her legs crossed Indian-style and her sketchpad in her lap. Remy couldn't figure out what else to add, tapping her fingers of her free hand. She sighed heavily, closing her sketchpad and putting her pencil down then getting out of bed. She was in her pajamas, which was a pair of black plaid Aeropostale women's boxers and a tight gray camisole (her bra underneath of course). However, Remy didn't really care what she was wearing. She opened her nightstand's drawer, digging under her random things until she finally found her lighter. Another wide grin played along her lips, showing off her silver braces. She picked up the lighter and a black Sharpie.
The girl snuck out of her room, making sure no one was in the halls yet. Luckily for Remy, it was about five in the morning and nobody was up yet. Remy hid her lighter and Sharpie in her bra, walking down the halls barefoot and silently. She tapped her fingers on her thighs impatiently as she finally made it to the girl's bathroom. Checking both directions, Remy snuck into the bathroom quietly, locking the door behind her. Hopefully no one would be up for another hour. Remy slid herself into one of the stalls, the furthest from the door. She pulled out her Sharpie and lighter, standing on the toilet seat just in case someone managed to get in. She sat on the back on the toilet, her feet still on the seat. Remy couldn't help but grin at her black lighter and orange Sharpie. She lit the lighter, but only for a minute.
The girl opened the Sharpie, got off the toilet, and lifted the top of the toilet back. She put the toilet's cover upside down on the top of it, it resting peacefully on it. Remy noticed her newest marking on there, LIL, something none of the staff would decifer to be for Little, part of one of her nicknames (Little R). Remy began drawing with the Sharpie on it, begining to lose herself in the drawing. About fifteen minutes later, she was finished with an entire quarter of the cover. She closed her Sharpie, shoving back in place in her bra. Remy replaced the lid, sitting down on in her original position again after. The lighter was turned on and she stared at it, moving her hand over the fire every once in a while. She let out a happy breath, putting the lighter out. Remy inhaled deeply, took her finger off the lighter's switch to save the small thing's fuel, and got up. She tapped her fingers along her thigh as she walked out of the stall and over to the door. Remy looked under the door, no feet. So, she unlocked it and slid out, making her way back to her room. She lay on her bed, thinking about the flame, about the graffiti, and wished she could go back to spray paint. Remy heard a rustling in the room, knowing it was her roommate. She heard it again, sighing. "Morning." she said softly, moving her position to face the wall.
member title • zoeybear
read the rules • yes
roleplay sample • Remy sat on her bed with a sketchpad in her lap and an orange colored pencil in her hand. Her foot tapped as she thought about what to draw. Remy looked to her wall, which had quite a few of her graffiti works on it. A smile spread across her lips as she looked back to her paper, starting a new idea that came to mind. She readjusted herself so she was leaning against the wall, her legs crossed Indian-style and her sketchpad in her lap. Remy couldn't figure out what else to add, tapping her fingers of her free hand. She sighed heavily, closing her sketchpad and putting her pencil down then getting out of bed. She was in her pajamas, which was a pair of black plaid Aeropostale women's boxers and a tight gray camisole (her bra underneath of course). However, Remy didn't really care what she was wearing. She opened her nightstand's drawer, digging under her random things until she finally found her lighter. Another wide grin played along her lips, showing off her silver braces. She picked up the lighter and a black Sharpie.
The girl snuck out of her room, making sure no one was in the halls yet. Luckily for Remy, it was about five in the morning and nobody was up yet. Remy hid her lighter and Sharpie in her bra, walking down the halls barefoot and silently. She tapped her fingers on her thighs impatiently as she finally made it to the girl's bathroom. Checking both directions, Remy snuck into the bathroom quietly, locking the door behind her. Hopefully no one would be up for another hour. Remy slid herself into one of the stalls, the furthest from the door. She pulled out her Sharpie and lighter, standing on the toilet seat just in case someone managed to get in. She sat on the back on the toilet, her feet still on the seat. Remy couldn't help but grin at her black lighter and orange Sharpie. She lit the lighter, but only for a minute.
The girl opened the Sharpie, got off the toilet, and lifted the top of the toilet back. She put the toilet's cover upside down on the top of it, it resting peacefully on it. Remy noticed her newest marking on there, LIL, something none of the staff would decifer to be for Little, part of one of her nicknames (Little R). Remy began drawing with the Sharpie on it, begining to lose herself in the drawing. About fifteen minutes later, she was finished with an entire quarter of the cover. She closed her Sharpie, shoving back in place in her bra. Remy replaced the lid, sitting down on in her original position again after. The lighter was turned on and she stared at it, moving her hand over the fire every once in a while. She let out a happy breath, putting the lighter out. Remy inhaled deeply, took her finger off the lighter's switch to save the small thing's fuel, and got up. She tapped her fingers along her thigh as she walked out of the stall and over to the door. Remy looked under the door, no feet. So, she unlocked it and slid out, making her way back to her room. She lay on her bed, thinking about the flame, about the graffiti, and wished she could go back to spray paint. Remy heard a rustling in the room, knowing it was her roommate. She heard it again, sighing. "Morning." she said softly, moving her position to face the wall.
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