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Post by winder on May 19, 2009 18:29:24 GMT -5
g e n e r a l;;
name. Remy
pronouciation. reh - me
meaning. "from Rheims" (Remy is a sort of champagne)
origin. French
short names. Rem, Rems
pronouciation. reh - hm , reh - ms
age. 1 year
date of birth. October 3rd
chromosomes. XX
species. albino raccoon
a p p e a r a n c e;;
height/length.
shoulder height. 9 inches
tail length. 7 inches
head-body length. 20 inches
weight. 14 lbs
facial markings. "Bandit Mask"
coat. Pure white
eyes. Dark brown-black
tail. Red rings
feet. Red stockings
body build. Thin for species, but healthy, and very beautiful
t r a i t s;;
overall personality.
When you look at me, the impression is of an angel. I could agree, but I know this is partly not so. I am angelic, at points. Im not one to be social, and deffinatly am timid beyond whats good for me. But, if caught at the right moment, I might just be a friendly spirit. Love is something I have never experienced, infact, alot of things I have never experienced, and because of this, I fear alot of things.
When I said I could partly agree with my personality being compared to "angelic", I ment that when you think of an angel, you think of a beautiful figure, with courage and smiles. I am not couragious. I am a coward. I fear the ground, and the world around me, I fear my heart will be broken again. I have no spunk, but I can get alittle moody when certain things just dont go right.
likes. learning new things, hiding
dislikes. others, the world
fears. being seen, being touched, and confrontation
wants. secretly love, to get over the past
h i s t o r y;;
family members.all family connections are unknown
relationship. plot - Danny - lover
past.
From the beginning, I was a mess. I was always shuddering, and always whining. My parents, who I never really knew, were tired of it from the start. The first moment my eyes were open, and I could talk, I was crying. My siblings were less irritating, that I remember.
Oh, right. I dont remember much of my younger months. It was really blurry, do to the accident. I know I was born in captivity, and considered a prize and a rarity, the first "albino" raccoon born in a zoo. Well, the Australian zoo that is. I had been treated well, always fed and all. Then, apparently I was being shipped somewhere. I never knew where, never heard the flat-faces talking about it. So, off I went, on some big ship to some place I didnt know.
It was storming outside, and my parents and siblings were all in seperate crates from me. I remember crying that I was hungry, and that I was terribly frightened. My mother was trying to calm me. We all knew something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong.
I heard a loud bang, followed by metal against metal, and then screaming. I dont know what had happened, but I blacked out. Apparently, something had fallen from the top shelf and knocked my head just enough to knock me unconcious.
I woke up in the morning to nothing, literally. Sand. Yes, sand. Lots of it, too, blurring my vision. I remember standing, dizzy and covered in blood. I remember the ship, on its side, beached a few feet away. The other animal bodies were strewn out across the shore. I walked. I just remember walking after that, not thinking, just walking.
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