Remy Jackson

[remy]

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Remy Zackariah Jackson



"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Remy Zackariah Jackson
alias: Rem, Jackson
age: 45/22
birthday: April 1st
affiliation: Lazarus Coven
status: Witch – Warrior caste

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: His eyes are a cross between blue and green. It truly depends on how the light hits them; sometimes they may even look silver. They are mostly oval shaped and he wears no makeup.
hair: Remy’s hair is thick, soft and reaches to just about his chin. The color is a warm brown with few natural golden highlights that shine through when the light reflects his hair just right. He will often do nothing to it but run a comb through it if it’s getting too messy.
height: 6’ 3”
weight: 162lbs
distinguishing features: Birthmark of Celtic image on his left shoulder, passes it off as a tattoo;
general appearance: Remy stands at about 6’ 3”. He weighs in close to 160 lbs. Growing up Remy was a very meager and weak boy. He took to the gang to gain protection because of this. When Remy met Big, he began to have proper meals and the chance to gain muscle of his own. Now Remy is not the most muscular guy you will meet but he’s not weak either. He has a slim figure with a muscular stomach and chest. Remy’s muscles do not bulge from his skin and his skin is lightly tanned. Remy’s hair is thick, soft and reaches to just about his chin. The color is a warm brown with few natural golden highlights that shine through when the light reflects his hair just right.

Remy uses his eyes, along with the rest of his body, to capture the hearts of women. His eyes are a cross between blue and green. It truly depends on how the light hits them; sometimes they may even look silver. Remy’s teeth aren’t perfect on account of how he grew up, but he cares from them as best he can now. Remy will often keep his chin clean shaved but on the times that he is either too busy or just too damn lazy, he will allow his beard and mustache to become scruffy but no more than that.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes: Fire
Woman
Drinking
Driving
Money
Dogs
Fighting
Nightlife
Fast Food
Working out
Music
Causing Pain
dislikes: Cats
Daytime
Writing
TV
Cold
Sappy people
Clowns
Humans as a species; he thinks they’re all just idiots and with the aging thing no longer considers himself one.
Drugs
Rain
ambitions: To figure out what is going on with his life and do something with it.
abilities: Pyrokinesis
Sweet talking
Stretching a dollar
secrets: His power
He’s getting tired of traveling so much
He wants a steady girl, at some point, he’s enjoying getting around for the time being =]
personality: Most would think that Remy is easy to describe. He is angry, mean and self-centered. Most, who have only met Remy for a little bit, will think this of him. But Remy is much more than this. He admits to being self- centered but it is mostly his independence showing through. Following orders and being forced under rules that he does not like will instantly make him rebel. Those who view Remy’s actions will call him impulsive, which is his, but he is also courageous and enthusiastic about the things he does. When it comes to being friends with Remy, if you can manage to make it to that stage with him, meaning you have survived his anger and wrath, you will have yourself a loyal and caring friend. Remy will go to the ends of the world for his friends when it comes to protecting them.

Remy does have a temper to him. A very strong temper. When something upsets Remy, he reacts with anger. Due to his power, this is a time that you need to watch yourself. Those who are around Remy long enough will learn the signs of his anger beginning to rise. When angry or upset, Remy can act childish and will often demand his way and rage until he gets it. It is best to steer clear of Remy once he gets into a mood. Allow him to get his cool back and calm down on his own, only one person has ever been able to bring Remy down from his rage. Big. Big is gone now though, and Remy is only just learning how to be in the world again without him and the calmness Big brought to Remy’s life.

When it comes to dating or being with Remy, one must appeal to Remy’s ego. Remy loves an adventure and risk taking. Those that do get together with Remy do not last very long. Remy loves to chase a challenge, so to hold his attention for longer, playing hard-to-get will be your best bet. When it comes to sex, Remy likes to be quick and is not always gentle. This doesn’t mean that he is poor in bed though, it may be quick, but like his temper, he can come back around again in a short time. Remy most definitely likes to be the dominate one in a relationship.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: Mary Jackson, 35, Exotic Dancer (deceased)
father: Harold Jackson, 42, None (deceased)
siblings: None that he knows of
others: Big, Unknown, Producer
history: Remy was born to a drug addicted mother and a hopeless father in the slums if L.A. He was raised poorly and with only meager meals. When Remy was five, he came in from playing outside to find his mother overdosed in the bedroom. His father had been in the living room, too stoned to care. Remy often had doubts over whether or not his father was really even blood related to him. His mother had gotten around a lot when she was alive.

Never really having a school life, Remy quickly took to street life. He joined up with a local gang in the slums for protection. He did what he could for the gang in his early years, which wasn’t much. By the age of seven he had developed quite the temper and soon much of the gang feared him. It was over his seventh year that he discovered his power over fire. He had always loved to play with it. How quickly fire consumed things facinate4d him. He saw much of himself in fire, quick to turn at something and easily started. Once he got started, Remy was like a wildfire. Even water could only contain a wildfire till it burned itself out. If his anger reached that point, most in the gang knew to steer clear of him and let him calm down, those that didn’t, learned quickly.

At the age of ten, Remy began his true life of crime by stealing. He was living on the streets at this point, his ‘father’ a distant memory. Remy was mostly a pickpocket, but as time went on he worked on bigger things. Once thing Remy vowed to never do though was rob any store or bank. He didn’t see the point in it and never really wanted that kind of attention. Now robbing from those rich snobs? Oh that was a different story and he had no issues with it.

Remy’s life continued like this, living on the streets, stealing his meals and stealing to support the gang and the younger children who had much the same childhood as he. When he was fifteen, Remy was able to witness a production down by the shore. It was this performance that sparked his new job. The performance had hired a pyrotechnic for their show. The pyrotechnic was obviously not one of the best as part of the stage caught fire during the show. Now death was not on Remy's list of things he enjoyed, so of course he could not let the people around him burn. Using his power, he held back the fire for as long as he could; just long enough for everyone to escape the beach, everyone but him. This power use was more than Remy had ever used and once his power ran dry, he collapsed as the fire broke free and spread over the rest of the platform.

The next thing that Remy remembered was waking up in the hospital. He instantly freaked out, wondering how he had gotten there, how long he had been there, and how there was no way he could pay the bills. A nurse assured him that everything was taken care of and that all he needed to do was rest, he had been out for just over a week. But being the hot tempered young man that he was, Remy of course could not listen to her. He raged until a man walked into his room. Remy wasn’t sure what it was but his raged died the moment the man spoke. Requesting a moment alone with the young man, the nurses left with worried looks to each other.

The man explained to Remy that he was a producer; he had been at the performance the night the fire broke out. Now Remy had been sure that no one had seen him as he had worked his power over the fire. Clearly he was wrong. This man explained that Remy’s power could come in handy if Remy wanted an honest job. The man had noted Remy’s fascination with the pyrotechnics at the show. Remy’s interest was perked when the producer mentioned the pay and that Remy’s job would focus on fire. Two of the three things Remy loved the best. The producer introduced himself as Big and the two shook hands on a deal. Remy would give Big ten years of work and in that time Big would pay for the training Remy needed to have an official job as a pyrotechnic.

Remy’s next ten years were different from his first fourteen. For once someone seemed to care about him. Remy began to see Big as a father figure. With Big’s help, Remy was able to turn his body from the scrawny boy he had been, into a well formed teen. It was here that Remy realized something. He was growing in age but he was still young. His appearance seemed to be stuck at the age of seventeen, when he had hit the max on his power. Now Remy was confused and a little disturbed by this but as long as he was still getting the things he wanted in life he was ok.

The thing that was so different about those years (other than his aging issue) and the years to follow was Big. Remy didn’t know exactly what power the man had over him, but whenever Remy’s temper began to swell, Big would be there and it would be squelched. The ten years Remy spent with Big went without incident. Remy had fallen into a routine and then suddenly one day Big was just gone. Remy’s ten years with him were over. Remy flew into a rage when he realized Big wasn’t coming back. Now Remy hadn’t raged in so long. His power overwhelmed him with his outburst. The flat in which he had lived burned down along with most of his things. Remy was left with a duffle bag of clothes and a few of his tools for pyrotechnics. Taking those with him, Remy fled Los Angeles.

Remy took to moving around a lot after this. He felt odd staying in one place for too long. The years were passing him by but his appearance was still so young. He took the jobs that he could, making money and staying in motels. It was around this time that Remy began to wonder even more about himself. He had recently had his 40th year, but he still looked 20. Remy was beginning to wonder even more about what was happening and how it related to his power. It took another year for Remy to begin to wonder if it had anything to do with the birthmark that was on his left shoulder. He had always had it, it was an odd birthmark and when he told people it was a birthmark they didn’t believe him. Remy had taken to calling it a tattoo as that was what it looked like. Looking up the design in the library he could not find much on it.

For now Remy has moved to Seattle. He is planning on having one of his short two week stays, maybe even a month if the money was good enough. No one here knows him, of the gift he holds (so he thinks), or of his past. It is his hope that all that remains buried in the ashes of his old life.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

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rp sample:

Remy was on stage at the strip club, checking on the last minute things for the show. He had never had an incident yet and didn’t plan on one in the near future. Remy had been working for this particular club for only a week. The manager had called him asking if he could set something, anything up for that weekend. His last pyrotechnic had quit after the manager had called the fire department to ensure nothing would burn. The manager loved his club and the old pyrotechnic had taken the inspection as an insult and quit on the spot. Moving a few things around just a bit, Remy began taping everything down. No point in having a dancer kick one of his preciously placed instruments.

The soft sound of heels clicking against the stage made Remy turn around. One of the girls was walking towards him. A sly grin slid over Remy’s face as she came over to him. “You’re sure this is all safe?” She asked as she looked around. His blue-green eyes drifted up the slender body in front of him. Damn he loved his job. Standing slowly, Remy touched her chin gently to turn her to face him. “Absolutely. Don’t fret little princess.” She eyed him and then nodded softly. Her eyes met his and Remy saw the look come over her face as she seemed to get lost in his gaze. He smiled knowing he’d get to have his fun. He spoke to her in a soft voice as he let his fingertips trail gently from her chin, down her neck, across her chest and down her scarcely clad body between her breasts to her stomach before letting his fingers fall from her skin. He watched her shiver at his touch and smirks. Just the reaction he had wanted. Leaning in close to her he whispered in her ear softly. “And after close tonight, I can take you to my place and show you just how unsafe I can be.” He kissed her earlobe gently as he pulled back. The look on her face was one Remy loved, dazed, and star struck. The woman simply nodded before walking quickly backstage. Laughing, Remy grinned and went back to his work. He would have fun tonight.

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

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