| ♡ B a s i c s ♡ Full name:Remy Liddell Age: Around 20 Date of Birth:Unknown Gender:Female Where are you from?:Unknown ♡ A p p e a r a n c e ♡ Height: 4’5” Weight:90 pounds Hair Color:Black Hair Length:Mid Skin Color:Pale Eye Color:Black Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: ♡ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ♡ Sexuality: Off the market Relationship Status: None Any pre-determined friends?:None Siblings' Status: None Parents' Status: Dead Pets: Rabbit How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:7 How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:0 | ♡ I n t e r e s t s ♡ Likes: ♡ Coloring Books ♡ Toys ♡ Small Animals Dislikes: ♡ Losing ♡ Loud Noises ♡ Mean People Hobbies: ♡ Making Dolls ♡ Arcade ♡ Reading story books Skills: ♡ Coloring in the lines ♡ Sewing ♡ Good at video games |
♡ P e r s o n a l i t y ♡
Remy tends to keep to herself, seeming to always be distracted by what currently most entertains her. Uniquely though as distracted as she looks she always knows what's going on around her and pays attention to everything she can. She always looks very happy. Most of her time she can either be found at the arcade on her favorite shooter game, at the grade school playing on the playground, or at the dump exploring for new things to play with. From the look of her, you would think she could barely hurt a fly.
♡ H i s t o r y ♡
Remy grew up only knowing her mother, Kitty Liddell. She grew up very poor, her mother was an escort and couldn't bring much money in. Remy has had no education whatsoever. Most of her life was always in different houses while her mother went from men to men. This never seemed odd to Remy because this was the only life she knew. She was always just watching kids’ shows and just happy when a new man had a bigger tv than the last one. Remy was never observant enough to even learn the men's names. She always was excited when her mother would take her to the dump for a treat when she was good. Remy could always find old coloring books that kids just threw away with after they got bored with only the first page. Even better, when she was lucky she would find old stuffed animals as well where she opened up and take the stuffing to put it into the dolls she would make sewing kit. There was always the best stuff to find there and she would always want to go back to find more stuff. Remy thought she had the best life and childhood out of anyone, she was lucky.
It just happened one average night, just another house, just another man. But suddenly Kitty ran to Remy worried and in a rush, told her they had to go and hurry. Remy was upset and started to throw a tantrum, screaming “I DON'T WANT TO GO, I LIKE THIS ONE, THE TV IS HUGE.” Kitty quickly told her to be quiet or the man might hear her. Remy didn't know why the man would care, there were many men before, and often too! Kitty would always get up and disappear in the night with Remy. Remy never questioned why. Every time it happened after the fact her mother would always somehow have some money, though Remy rarely noticed. But it seemed different this time. With a loud noise, the man’s bedroom door crashed opened, the man in a drunken rage appeared screaming “YOU FUCKING WHORE. GET BACK HERE. FUCKING DIRTY MONEY STEALING SKANK!” It was dark but Remy saw what her mother failed to notice before. The sharp edges of the 2 of the man’s teeth. Kitty in a panic threw herself on the floor in front of her daughter to protect her. “YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK ME THEN STEAL MY MONEY WHILE IM PASSED OUT, YOU’RE IN FOR A TREAT NOW BITCH!” The man lunged at Kitty, his jaw wide open, and in a flash ripped Kitty’s neck wide open. Kitty died right there, in pain, and no chance to even get one last look at her daughter.
The man just started to tear her mother's body apart, ripping her ribcage open, and mashing all the organs up with his mouth. Remy just stood there, her mother's chest cavity gaping open, the blood pooled in the gaping hole that was now her mother. She couldn't even see the man's face anymore, it was inside her mother. She was petrified with fear, why didn't her mother notice the man's teeth before. It was just like the vampire’s she saw in the cartoons. Why didn't she notice, why didn't she pay attention? She could have helped her mother. She could still help her mother, her mother can't be dead, mothers can't die... Just as that ran through her mind the bloody silhouette raised from her mother's chest. She just stood there and looked; she couldn't make out the man's face, only blood. “That's it!” She thought to herself now noticing the TV’s light glistening off her mother’s blood and guts “That's it, that's how I’ll save mommy, the huge TV.” She ran as fast as she could to the TV. With all her strength and willpower knocked over the tv on the man's skull-crushing it, killing him as fast as he killed Kitty.
She did it. She saved mommy. Remy ran over to her mom. “MOMMY WAKE UP, I DID GOOD MOMMY, I DID IT, MOMMY, I SAVED YOU” She first yelled, “WAKE UP MOMMY, MOMMY WAKE UP, WHY WON'T YOU WAKE UP” She screamed as she shook the body, tears rolling down her eyes. Her mother was mangled. It was just like before with her dolls and the stuffed animals from the dump. Mommy just needed more stuffing. She looked around and noticed the man. He has stuffing for mommy. Remy went to go find a knife. She still can save mommy. She ran back over to the man, and started to run the knife down his chest opening it “DON'T WORRY MOMMY I'LL FIX YOU.” She took everything she could out of the man and put it to her mother's chest. The body was too torn apart; There was no way she could sew it back together with what was left of her mother. “MOMMY YOU’RE GONNA BE OKAY. I SAVED YOU, YOU JUST TIRED THAT'S WHY YOU won’t WAKE UP”. “MOMMYS CAN’T DIE.” Mommy never woke up.
Men with guns came in a few days later. Remy was startled, wondering who they can be. They were looking for a specific man and had reports of him being sighted around here. The big men with guns were horrified at the sight. There were blood and guts everywhere and only the little girl sat there coloring. The men pointed their guns at the girl, demanding to know what she did. “I fixed mommy! She's asleep right now” she said excitedly, “The bad man with the sharp teeth under the tv attacked her!” The men took her back to the headquarters to integrate her further so others could clean up the mess and start a cover story.
Once at the headquarters, she was chosen to be experimented on. She was one of the few chosen who were either orphaned or homeless people. There was another little girl named Angel in a similar situation but she was not so friendly. However, Remy always looked up to her.
The experimentation led to Remy not being able to age physically. It was the trauma that caused Remy to never age mentally well either. It wasn’t quite the results the hunters had expected or wanted but Remy wanted to be a hunter like the rest of them very badly so they attempted to train her. She learned decently and her fearlessness was her best trait. They let her play video games to perfect her aim when she was still very young and soon she was shooting real guns and hitting bulls’ eyes. Eleven years later, Remy may look and act like a happy little girl still, but she’s grown to be a skilled killer.
♡ G r o u p ♡
Group - Operation Humanity
♡ P r e f e r r e d W e a p o n (s) ♡
♡ Pistols and other hand guns
♡ Grenades
♡ C o m b a t S k i l l s ♡
♡ Great aim with guns
♡ Very observant
♡ Underestimated due to her child-appearance
♡ E x p e r i m e n t? ♡
Yes, she cannot age seemingly and has remained a 9-year-old for the last eleven years.
The only observed side effect seems to be that she never matured mentally and still acts like a nine-year-old.
♡ W e a k n e s s e s ♡
♡ Weak strength
♡ Very tiny and light
♡ Naive