Post by ry on Oct 29, 2011 3:25:50 GMT -5
Application Lyrics are of Mad World. Credit of the lyrics go to Mad World
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* REMY etienne LEBEAU !
[/size]Full Name: Remy Etienne LeBeau
Nicknames:Remy, Gambit
Codename:Gambit
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 14th
Species: Mutant
Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Single
Face Claim: Taylor Kitsch
Student/Professor/Occupation: Thief
Which side are you on?: Neutral
Abilities: Manipulation of energy. 'He can charge objects with energy to the point of chaotic explosion' Hypnotic Charm 'He can usually get himself out of trouble by simply talking'
Ability Limits: He cannot charge living things, and his charms are sometimes worthless on people with good self esteem, as are most.
Character: Canon
Eyes: Hazel, with a dark tint and mysterious charm
Hair: Short, Black-Brown, shaggy
Body Type: Atheletic
Weight: 180
Height: 5'11
Flaws: A few scars here and there but nothing too outstanding.
Favorite: Smile
GENERAL APPEARANCE---
He keeps his hair shaggy to assist in the dark appearance he enjoys keeping. His facial features make give off his basic personality, tricky and cunning. He isn't the biggest guy out there but he can still manage to come off as a badass.
His facial features are tone and assist in coming off as a romantic when he tries. Most his 'victims' come to him. He tries to keep his hair and facial hair well groomed, because you never know when you need to look your best.
He keeps in shape easily, being on the run and such. He does this for heists as well as the ladies love it. Partying doesn't help much, but a jewel heist the next day is sure to put him back in line and in shape.
Wardrobe: His clothing choice is dark, baggy outfits to keep things simple, and to keep from standing out in public or wherever he is.
He has been known to dress up is he sees a real reason to. Women, or clubs that demand a nice suit aren't his favorite places to go but if it seems worth it he'll dress up for the occasion. But as soon as he can he's back in his street clothes.
The Likes:
- Money
- Gambling
- Winning
The Dislikes:
- Egotistical people
- Authority
- Losing
The Fears:
- Losing everything
- Getting caught
The Hopes & Dreams:
- Finding the perfect partner in crime
- Having it all
Strengths:
- Large crowds
- Clutter (things to charge)
- Easily manipulated people
- Money
Weaknesses:
- People who can see through his tricks
- Women
- Over Partying
- Not always knowing when to throw in the cards
GENERAL PERSONALITY---
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Sibling(s): Unknown
Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana
GENERAL HISTORY---
He was kidnapped from the hospital when he was born by a group of thieves who raised him as their own. When his mutant powers began to kick in around the age of fifteen the 'family' of thieves began to really rely on him for missions until one mission ended in his capture by a group of scientists. He spent three years being moved from cell to cell, prison to prison, and lab to lab until finally using his power and skills taught to him by his adopted family Remy conned the guards, and gambled his way out of his cell, then on to freedom. He returned home and was unable to find his family where they'd once been. He later found most had either been caught or just ran off after his capture so he decided to move on as well. He traveled from city to city, using the money he'd con of people as he went until he finally decided to settle down in New York.
He would hang around with other mutants from time to time, and not even in an attempt to scam them because well for once he'd found groups even more down then him. Deep down he figured it was some pathetic need to feel like he belonged somewhere but every time he'd get comfortable something would happen. Someone would run off and join some 'alliance' or they'd just disappear, and it would give him the cold reminder that normal isn't achievable and he'd be off on his own once more. Though he carried on the illusion things could possibly be fine until he was 22 and was nearly captured again hanging out with a group of mutants who were just simply talking at a park. He hates to admit it now but he left a lot of people behind, people he could have saved and while he won't do anything about it, it haunts him ever so slightly.
Now he carries on with the mentality of not getting too attached, and you basically can't trust anyone. It makes living easier.
Alias: Ry
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Rules: Twice
RP Experience: Four years, however I took one year off.
Where did you find us?: Proboards
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE---Remy wondered the back ally, kicking boxes aside half way hoping for something interesting to catch his eye; but alas it was a boring day. The sky was gloomy and most suckers were indoors somewhere hiding from the immanent rain. He wondered out to the sidewalk passing shops and people running to avoid the rain. Remy stopped in front of a poplar coffee shop where he used to do his best scams before the owner figured him out and banned him. He smirked as the man in the window picked up the phone, threatening to call the police again. Remy simple laughed and walked off. If anything he made that place popular! They owed him!
He continued his stroll down the street till he came upon another ally way. Down it was a cardboard box set up almost like a lemonade stand. It was swaying slightly in the wind and the water from the ground had began to turn it's cardboard foundation into mush. Remy looked closer to see a homeless man with a cap of money shuffling cards. He couldn't help but smile as he strolled up to the man. "Aye now, ya wouldn' be making gamblin' deals now would ya?" He asked he older man who had stopped shuffling.
The man stared him down for a moment "not with your kind!" He spat harshly, continuing to look him up and down.
"Aw, now c'mom. No need to be rude..." Remy purred, plucking one of the cards from the man's hand and charging it so it began to glow a bright red and hiss lightly. The man's eyes widened as he bolted from the ghetto little stand, leaving behind his money and other good in his fearful dash. Remy playfully pouted as he watched the man run. "Pity.." He grabbed the cash and pocketed it before lightly tossing the card back on the deck, igniting the whole stand.
"Ah well, guess I should find me a new playmate.." He smiled and blissfully walked away from the wreak, ten dollars richer.
