CANTRELL, remy day elizabeth

[dren]

REMY ELIZABETH DAY CANTRELL
'come with me, come with me,
we'll travel to infinity'

NICKNAMES:Nicknames? Do we really have to? Fine. Well with a smashing name like mine, you'd think all the weird stops there. Oh no, we've just begun. Thanks to my family and close friends' I've got a plethera of aliases to go by in case I get into some crap. So let's go down the list, shall we?

Cajun, Gumbo, Gambit, Day-Day, Rem Sleep, Watson, Re-Re,Budgy, Remoniqua Jackson,Peaches, Queenie, Thornberry, and when paired with my sister, R&B.

GENDER: proud owner of lady parts
ANIMAL: egyptian mau
SEXUALITY: straight....most of the time.
AGE:17
GRADE: junior
OCCUPATION: slaving away at Muses, an art and media store in the mall.
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Because my mother was still drugged up after she gave birth to me and my sister, the job of naming us was given to our eccentric father. Now there are two things that my dad loves almost as much as me and my sister, X-Men and Quentin Tarantino. If someone would have told me my only choices for a name would be based on a woman who comes out a coma kicking ass or a guy who can throw kinetically energized cards, I would have settled for the name 'Spot'.

Like most twins, my sister and I are pretty much complete opposites. She's pretty much the epitome of estrogen while I have a pair of stones, figuratively of course. We do get along though, better than most would think. When we do have a disagreement, however, we have been known to throw down with all out insults and, yes ,even flying fists....and the occasional curling iron as well. Even still, she's my prissy little brat sister and I love her to death.

necessities of my being:

• HARRY. FUCKING. POTTER.
  
• MUSIC.
  
• MY SCHWINN.
  
• ART.
  
• THEATER.
  
• KOOL-AID.
  
• MATHEMATICS.
  
• CARTOONS.
  
  
  banes of my existence:
  
• CLOWNS.
  
• "THE LAST EXORCISM"
  
• MORNING SHOWERS.
  
• EGOTISTICAL PEOPLE.
  
• BEES.
  
• TOMATOES.
  
• ACRYLIC NAILS.
  

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

When I'm at my best, I can actually be a nice person. I try to help people when I can, and if I actually know what I'm doing. I am REALLY sarcastic, but you can tell when I'm joking or when I just really don't like you. I have been told I have both the best and the worst sense of humor, but I guess it just depends on who I'm with and what I'm currently rolling on the floor and laughing at. I have been known to offer hugs to people who just look they they need one or just because I need one. I don't get randy or anything from it, so if you ever need one, just come over the the RCCC, the Remy Cantrelle Cuddle Company as my dad calls it.

At my worst, I can be a class A bitch. I don't usually get enraged over crap, but when I get passed a certain point, I have been known to take it out on anyone in my way. I try to vent verbally, but even that has had it negative reactions, even to my own sister. One fight between us had gotten so harsh, she moved into the attic, and was transferred to a different school for around 2 years because she could stand to see me. Around the end of junior high, we finally made up and I've learned to direct my words at more deserving people. You should probably hope you aren't one of them.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

I have Agraphobia, fear of sexual abuse. I've had it since I was 12, after witnessing a woman being raped in the park. I was in my shift so obviously I was the last thing on the guy's mind. I was a witness in the trial, and the bastard was put away for pretty much most of his life.

OOC

YOUR NAME: Dren
YOUR GENDER: lady
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
FACE CLAIM: Ellen Page
RP EXAMPLE:

" Bea, what is this witchcraft?"

At the question, Beatrix looked up from her bowl of cereal, a clear expression of annoyance on her face. If there was one thing she did not like to be disturbed doing, it was eating her breakfast, and considering she was starving at the moment and the spoon ,currently dangling teasingly in her face, was filled with her favorite artificially colored rings of fruity goodness, she was not a very happy person. She grudgingly dumped the spoon back into the bowl, a look of longing crossed her face before she looked to her twin once again.

At the farthest counter from the island at which she sat, Remy was perched comfortably on its top, in her hand a red plastic bag of candy. Beatrix raised an eyebrow.

" What 'witchcraft' are you talking about?" She asked in an obviously irked tone." They're twizzlers. You know? You're favorite candy for like....ever?" She added with an upward inflection.

" I know THAT smartass." The other replied, turned the bag over in her hands for a few minutes before decided to rip into it." What I'm talking about is the yellow strips in here. Since when do they do that?" She asked, pulling said brightly color rope of candy from its prison and swinging it around.

Beatrix shrugged slightly before finally returning her attention back to her cereal. " I don't know. Mom said you might like them since they have some kind of filling in them both. I think it's lemon and something." She said finally before indulging herself in the bowl.

Remy raised an eyebrow at her sister, then looked at the candy. Upon closer inspection, there was indeed some kind of...stuff jammed in the hollow center of the rope. To her sister's amusement, she sniffed at it for a moment.

" Don't worry, I ran out of rat poison last week. You're safe." Beatrix said with a bright smile.

Remy gave her an identical smile, a short laugh escaping as she did. " Bitch." She said, the smile still plastered on her face. Ignoring her for the moment, she returned her attention the mysterious filling. She liked twizzlers. No, she loved twizzlers, but the filling may not agree with her. Remy pondered over the situation for a moment longer before shrugging. " Since it won't kill me..." she said looking up at her sister for a moment before taking a bite of the yellow rope.

First there was twizzler.

Then there was lemon twizzler.

And lastly there was lemon twizzler filled with....heaven.

" Oh dear lawd." Remy said in an overly southern accent before taking another bite of the treat." I have discovered the ambrosia of the Gods."

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[Reptilian Rissa]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, remy!
do not forget to stake your claims.