remy devereux
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7/30/2019 Remy Devereux
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Name: Remy Devereux
Faceclaim: Claire HoltAge: 19
Major: Art
Quote or Song lyrics: If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.Character Bio: Ephemeral. If there were ever a word that perfectly described Remy Devereux,
ephemeral would be it. It stemmed from a characteristic bestowed upon her in high school, blaming her
plethora of absences on celestial fate far from her control. Truthfully, Remy was simply counting down
the days to astrologically owning the sea, living by endless blue with her artwork. Her whole life hasbeen centered around creating beautiful things and subsequently destroying them until high school
when, after going through several career options, Remy decided she was destined to do artwork.
Besides caramel tea, it was one of the few things that brought her tranquility and Remy could easily seeherself creating forever. A girl composed of watercolors and tea, Remy was hyper-aware of her
tendency to say the whole truth and nothing but the truth regardless of the occasion. Her bluntness has
often put people off, but has also awarded her the badge of honesty from others. And with her sense ofhonesty came a warped sense of trust in others- trust flowing far too deep. The blonde wears her heart
on her sleeve, with her emotions high and never failing to tell her hopes, dreams, and anything to
anyone willing to listen. Her honesty and complete trust in strangers never fail to bring her misery, but
Remy has never been able to simply /stop trusting people/. It was a blessing and a burden only an artistwould endure, as Remy liked to think.
Para Sample (IC, MUST SHOW TRAITS, AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS):
Nimble fingers smudged streaks of vibrant blue across a canvas, weary of scratching her nose andpainting her freckles like dawn. It was rather silly that Remy even bothered pretending to care if she
had color on her face; it was the ordinary to catch her with a purple elbow or pink streaked across her
cheek. Remy was vaguely aware of the tiny pink tongue poking out from between her lips, eyebrowsset in concentration with crystalline eyes unblinking, always scared one blink and she would mess it up.
It being her latest creation as of ten minutes prior, all bundled up in an old high school hoodie to fight
against the cool August air in the early morning. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, her pictureseventy-five percent observation and twenty-five percent memory, a hidden and invalid fifty percent
hope that it wouldn't turn out to be complete shit. September was drawing nearer, the deadline for her
summer assignments looming over her and despite the abundance of artwork she managed to create
that summer, it all seemed inadequate. Of course, Remy was always one to focus on the big picture, onthe iridescent nature in which miracles occurred, and was never one to love a piece unless she was able
to look at it and feel it.
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