`remmington dahlia keelie o'briain.

[remmington o'briain]

‘‘ remmington dahila keelie o'briain ,,

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FOOL ENOUGH
to almost be it.

name ,

remmington dahlia keelie o'briain.

nicknames ,

remy, remmie, reem, ireland, vallie.

age ,

seventeen.

birthday ,

february fourteenth.

grade ,

junior.

gender ,

female.

social status ,

new kid turned royalty, maybe?

sexual orientation ,

heterosexual.

form of entrance ,

parents are paying

character type ,

original.

COOL ENOUGH TO
not quite see it, doomed.

birth parents ,

father - jasper peter keegan, deceased
mother - ophelia grace keegan, deceased

siblings ,

brother - troy hendrix lance o'briain, twenty, actor
brother - owain kenton quinn o'briain, fourteen, student,
sister - kieluh patience abigial o'briain, fourteen, student,

other family ,

adoptive father - dara peter o'briain, forty two, professional comedian,
adoptive mother - isadora paeyten o'briain, forty, nuerosurgeon,

other significant figures ,

social worker - annabelle shwartz

hometown ,

brighton, england.

best memory ,

being adopted by dara and isadora

worst memory ,

the death of her biological parents.

history ,

ophelia and jasper keegan were a couple who were very much in love. anyone could tell that. the way that they look at eachother, the way they said eachothers names, the way that they knew what the other was thinking. no-one could anticipate the horror that the pair would face. the couple married when they were just twenty, the pair of them being highschool sweethearts. they had a total of four children; a son, followed by a daughter four years later, who were joined by twin brother and sister two years later. just after the birth of their twins the pair hired a babysitter and went out for a dinner at the local restaurant. on their way home the pair were hit by a drunk driver, sending their car catapulting into the nearby tree. both were killed on impact.

the four children were taken into care, and three months later adopted by dara and isadora. dara was a comedian who's career as a stand-up was taking off, as well as a past irish television children's presenter. isadora was from french desent, and a doctor. the family lived in ireland, but moved to london when remy was twelve in order to be closer to dara who was now working full time as a television presenter. during their six years in ireland all of the children had picked up strong irish accents which have stayed with them until this day.

when troy lived at home he would very often look after his three siblings but he has recently been filming more and more and has had to travel away. for these reasons remmie, owain and kieluh have transfered to hawthorne hills to board. both their parents are very busy, and in dara's case, famous people, and although they love their children very much they know that they'd gain alot from living in another country and experiencing another culture.

PICK YOUR POCKET
full of sorrow.

likes ,

vitamin water, baking, marc jacobs, fifth avenue, valet parking, sex, alcohol, neon lighting, all-nighters, heels, icepops, new york city, perfume, sharing a birthday with valentines day, speaking different languages, her heritage, unsual names, travelling, pets, ice cold diet coke, mellowing out, the wombats, bikinis, extra long scarves, the internet, clothes, chewing gum, ibiza, beaches, eyeliner, musicians, photographs, peaches, cigarettes, the stars and planets.

dislikes ,

users, trends, louis vuitton monogrammed bags, rumours, rules, frozen yoghurt, trash magazines, intimidation, gardening, long car journeys, rope chain necklaces, the term 'prep', carrots, downloading music, waiting, amy winehouse, rehab, being psychologically analysed, wrapping paper, christmas lights in january, feet, poreclain dolls, basements, garbage, television.

strengths ,

optimism, intelligence, sincerity, humour.

weaknesses ,

naiveity, flakey, terrible cook, impatient

fears ,

birds, dinosaurs, dying young, not being special, being alone.

goals ,

to graduate, to stay safe, to get noticed at her new school, to track her biological family.

habits/quirks ,

loves astronomy, misses britain, she wears coloured contact lenses, sings constantly.

random facts ,

loves yoghurt, always orders takeout, think she looks like a slob but she often looks gorgeous.

secrets ,

rarely tells people she's adopted.

overall personality ,

one. paradoxical. remy is a seemingly organised and put together young woman, with her focus and attention solely on graduating school. this however is not the case. remy's bedroom room is covered in mess, junk and knick-knacks that she's collected over the years - and its guarenteed to be pretty similar in her dorm. although her appearance makes her appear groomed, when she's relaxing at home remy has little care for make-up or a hairbrush. those closest to her also realise she often flakes out on plans, due to her lack of organisation skills she often double, or even triple, books appointments,
two. intelligent. every girl in the country wants to appear smart, but aleydis found that brains won't solely take you places. remy has often kept her intelligence to herself, but sometimes it shows, such as when she corrects her companions grammer. even in school remy shows promise as a student; she even plans to study law after she graduates,
three. outgoing. remy never makes plans, which often leads her to call people last minute to organise parties and outings. her spontanity makes her a very mysterious character, you can never guess what she's thinking. people seem to be drawn to aleydis by her smile and good natured ways, especially her suprise trips to paris and other european cities. she will happily start a conversation with anyone, and within ten minutes she'll invite them to her apartment for icecream and movies. she has this wonderful naivity, which is such a beautiful thing for others to behold.

RUN AWAY WITH
me tomorrow, june.

face ,

naturally remy has very deep brown eyes, but dependant on whether she wears her contact lenses or not this can change. often she'll wear blue or green contact lenses, not purely astetical - remy has appalling eyesight, something she inherited from her father. contact lenses sometimes frustrate remy, and on these days she settles for a pair of glasses. remy is fair and pale, with just a sprinkle of light freckles on her shoulders. she has long, blonde hair which parts in the centre. she wears it a different style everyday as she often gets bored with its lack of orginality. naturally it is wavy and crooked, but she prefers it this way and she finds the pin-straight look too commercal.

body ,

remy towers over most of her grade at five foot eight, but this does not stop her from wearing heels.
at one hundred and five pounds it is no suprise she often gets comments on whether she is eating, when in truth she eats like a pig. she's very lean and mostly muscle, thanks to her fast metabolism. she has long and slender limbs, an ample chest, and abnorally small hands.

distinguishing features ,

remy justs her ears pierced. she two tattoos, her astrological sign on the back of her neck decorated with a sprinkling of stars, a moon and a sun. she also has the phrase 'memento mori' on her wrist, which is latin for remember you are mortal. she is currently planning a tattoo in memory of her parents and celebration of her living family, including her new parents.

clothes ,

remy seems to have that "i-woke-up-and-threw-this-one-and-still-look-fabulous" look down to a an art, when really she doesnt try at all. she can find faults in her look instantly, her skirt waistband sliding off one hip, her mis-matched socks, her too big cardigan. if anyone else wore remy's outfits they would look like a geek; but she pulls it off.
example outfit; short short light denim mini skirt, thick black ribbed tights, red patent mary janes, thin black vest, long grey cardigan, pendant necklaces, flashy watch, geek glasses, tan satchel, extra long black and white scarf, bright green leather gloves,

celebrity claim ,

alexandra tretter.

WE’LL TRY AND
ease the pain.

name/alias ,

romy.

age ,

seveteen.

forms of contact ,

pm, email.

experience ,

four years.

other characters ,

none as of now.

password ,

we started nothing.

random ,

alexandra tretter is gorgeous. and dara o'briain is hilarious.

BUT SOMEHOW,
we'll feel the same.

the way i'm living,

Aleydis rolled onto her stomach, her feet twisted and tangled in the sheets of her large four poster bed. The bed was made of deep brown wood, with chocolate coloured pillars surronded by cream tulle, each tied with a single piece of pink ribbon. Aleydis had had the bed since she was young, and she would spend afternoon playing princess with her best friend. Nothing much had changed, she was still a princess now - just bigger. When she moved to New York Aledyis had demanded that the bed was shipped over, although the cost of insurance and transport was probably worth more than the antique bed itself. The light pink sheets weaved around Aleydis' body, and cream and pink pillows laid scattered across the room. Aleydis moved in her sleep, turning this way and that. Since moving to the city Aleydis had been finding it harder to sleep. It was not the noise. She was used to the hustle and bustle of the city. In fact, it comforted her. It was not home sickness, the only member of her family that Aleydis was close to was currently on the other side of the grand appartment, probably snoring softly, his arm around a Brazillian model.

Aleydis peeked her eyes open. Her curtains were drawn, sheilding the murky room from the bright light that was waiting to escape through the large windows. In the haze, she was able to make out the time on the small clock on her right-hand bedside table; 12.44 PM. It was a Sunday and the weekend was drawing to a close. Tomorrow would be Aleydis' first day at NY High. She squeezed her eyes tight again, thinking that perhaps, if she fell asleep again she'd wake up and it would be yesterday and her ordeal of being 'the new girl' would be delayed further. No such luck. She sighed and hauled herself out of bed. For some reason, once Aleydis had woken she could no longer fall back to sleep, unlike her brother who could sleep through a hurricane. She padded along the wood flooring in her bare feet, stopping to look in the full length mirror that was by her closet door. Her navy blue boxer shorts were hanging procariously off one hip and sagging in the ass. Her white camisole was held on by just one strap, the other falling off the shoulder. Her long blonde hair was sticking up at odd angles and a sweep of black mascara residue led from her left eye to her hairline. But, of course, she still looked hot. She grabbed a black headband from her dresser and used it to pull back her hair, before rubbing a face cleansing wipe at her face to remove the makeup she'd missed the night before. She chucked the cloth into the bin and left her bedroom, closing the white and gold gilt door behind her.

Aleydis walked down the corridor and then down the flight of stairs to the large open plan kitchen. She opened the fridge before slamming it shut again. Although it was filled to the brim with various delieghts nothing took her fancy. Right now she was craving some pan-Asian take-out. She could easily ask Dora to make something but nothing tasted as good as food out of a cardboard box. She pulled the list of numbers off the fridge and picked up the phone, she was about to dial the number when he brother walked in. He was wearing a pair of grey cashmere sweatpants and nothing else, carrying their newest dog Monty under one arm. "Who you calling?" Troy asked, placing the Jack Russell puppy onto the kitchen island counter and sitting on a high stool. Troy was a twenty year old actor, and Aleydis' only real sibling. The pair were close, and he was the reason she'd moved to New York City in the first place. "The Golden Wok," she replied, waving the list of important numbers the pair had complied when they first arrived. It contained every style of takeout imaginable, their parents and friends contact numbers, Troy's agent, Aleydis' school and other things which one wouldn't expect to be necessary but would find themselves calling regularly, such as a manicurist and a plumber. Troy cocked one eyebrow and smirked. "Mmm," he said licking his lips, "Get me the usual." As he poured two glasses of orange juice Aleydis phoned the number.

"Hello? Yes I'd like a delivery order please. A chicken katsu curry, a teriyaki salmon soba, two portions of duck gyoza and a white chocolate cheesecake." The order was long and filling but as Troy and Aleydis had discovered when they first arrived, The Golden Wok was the best take-out in the entire city. Aleydis gave the man at the phone her address and hung up. "Twenty minutes" she told Troy. She drank her orange juice and the pair talked and played with Monty. Midway through their conversation, a tall and leggy girl appeared from upstairs wearing a red lace underwear set and a white blouse with only three buttons done up. Classy. "Troy, I woke up and you were gone," she said, her voice thick with a French accent. She nuzzled her head into his neck and whispered something in his ear before wandering off in search of the bathroom. "I lose." Troy stared at Aleydis. "I guess she'd be Brazillian. French, eh? Nice," she explained. Troy through a green apple at Aleydis and she just rolled her eyes. Their friendly battle was interrupted by the buzzer of the intercom. Aleydis buzzed back, unlocking the door before descending down another flight of stairs where she opened the door to her delivery. "Hey," she smiled. "How much?

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[‘‘ aaron ramirez.]

accepted !

don't forget to make your claims and all that jazz. :]

[wrong account. -_-]