~Remy Ophelia Cage~

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

"Life isn't black and white, sweethearts."
♦ Remy Ophelia Cage ♦
- The Data
- Mirror Mirror
- Spice and Sass
- Walk it off
- When life hands you lemons
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'Are you deranged like me?
Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you'll never take the blame like me?'

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

"A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf."
-- George R. Martin, 'A Dance with Dragons'
♦ The Data ♦

Student I.D.: 80906871963
Locker Number: 609
Current Grade: Junior

Name: Remy Ophelia Cage
Alias(es): Tala (means 'Wolf'), Cage, Frost 
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Irish/Russian/French
D.O.B: --/--/---
Age: 17 yrs old.
Zodiac: -------
Height: 5'8”
Weight: 138lbs
Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Eye color: Hazel Green
Blood type: O-
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Handedness: Ambidextrous 
Smoker: Nope 
Drinker: Yes
Dating: Currently N/A
Languages known: -Russian -Italian -Spanish - Latin - ASL -French

♦ Everyone Needs Beauty Rest ♦

Living Status: ----
Roommate(s): ----

'I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my bed
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead

I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones'

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

"Men in general judge more from appearances than from reality.
All men have eyes,  but few have the gift of penetration."
-- Niccolo Machiavelli
♦ Mirror Mirror ♦

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Build

Remy has the appearance of a girl that many wonder why she isn’t in the modeling world. She has all the right features and all the right curves to succeed within that cutthroat world of the prideful and vain if she chose to. She stands at a fairly modest height of five foot eight and weighing a healthy one hundred and forty pounds. Though she is completely proportionate a notable feature is Remy definitely has legs for days. Not only that but they are strongly built just like the rest of her. Being a girl that prides herself in keeping in shape it shows in the definitions of her athletic structure. Her muscles aren’t monstrous but they are defined enough to understand this girl isn’t just a pretty face in the crowd. Olive like complexion provides the perfect backdrop for her piercing hazel green eyes. Its always been said to be something about them that is alluring and sultry, yet all the same one could never see pass them. That they give away nothing to her truest thoughts unless she wants you to know or to take a guess like a game. Accompanying her captivating eyes is the fullness of her kissable lips. Blonde luscious locks cascade down to the middle of her back further complimenting her tone of skin and eyes. It should also be noted that Remy does not have the largest of chest but instead could be considered a much more humble size. She doesn't mind since it's less to get in her way, but by no means is she remotely a flat girl. Not even close.

Attire 

Remy's way of dressing varies from day to day. She can go from casual to chic. Elegant to tomboy, hell even a bit punk if she felt the need to. When she steps out the house one never knows what she might be for the day. However despite her constant apparel change ups there are things of note. Her signature look usually involves a blazer, shirt, jean and boots combination. Her jewelry usually consists of some kind of bangle or metal/leather band around her wrist. A ring shaped like wolf claws usually resides on her right middle finger. Though she has her normal wear her jewelry like her clothes is ever changing.

Markings 

Upon Remy's right shoulder blade resides a tribal wolf tattoo. On the inner portion of her left wrist reads the words 'We're all mad here.'. On the left side of her neck she has a small tattoo that reads Queen with a crown. From the back of her left shoulder blade going diagonally down towards the end of her rib cage is long scar that appears to be a slash wound from a sword. It's soft to the touch and well healed yet visible like a reminder.

'They say we are what we are
But we don't have to be.
I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.'

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

"If I was meant to be controlled I would've came with a remote."
♦ Spice and Sass ♦

♦ Remy is often described as a girl unbound. Unchained. How true that rings is semi questionable. She isn't the type of girl that is tamed easily if at all. Fire runs in her veins, ever hot and at times volatile. She doesn't think she has a temper because of how calm she usually remains but others would question otherwise. It may be impart to her mild case of OCD; which she completely denies existing; for some cases of violence. There are times where she keeps it together but often enough the poor bastard on the receiving end isn't so lucky. When Remy organizes something or asks for something to be do a particular way and the opposite occurs she casually dishes out what she feels is deserving. She's a beautiful girl hiding a villain inside. She's a hurricane in most people's lives. Always stirring the pot. Causing trouble when she can. Mischief is her game - akin to the goddess of discord. Her empathy for others is extremely low if not almost devoid entirely. Other's problems don't resonate with her as she has 'issues' of her own. Remy's only real excuses for getting involved in matters is her own amusement. Maybe self satisfaction or self interest. Sometimes she just wants to see the outcome and willingly throws herself into the mix to see what kind of chemical reaction will come from it. She's a tough cookie to crack, who doesn't see the world as simply black and white. She believes in the gray areas of the world. She doesn't really fear death, never had a reason to. She doesn't see the special in things like most do. Remy doesn't quite understand all the rave of it. It's possible it has a lot to do with her bitter upbringing.

♦ Remy is a risk taker. Many have deemed her crazy for it. She comes off almost fearless in her actions which to some is either attracting or repelling. What sheep think is not something she cares about. Remy is gonna live her life in the fast lane till the bitter end. There is a random nature about her that one would just need to experience to understand. She's definitely the type of girl you want at a party to spice it up. She's sassy and sarcastic there is no denying it. She couldn't hide it if she wanted to. Remy has a sharp tongue on her and she isn't afraid to lash out with it. It's extremely rare that she holds back her thoughts and when she does the reasoning is unknown. She can be considered to be an acquired taste to many. However she can be charming so making friends - though not on her agenda - depends on the individual. Remy could either be your best friend or your worst enemy. Advise don't make her an enemy. Don't expect this girl to take the blame. She often will point fingers at others and usually make a valid argument to create reasonable doubt on her involvement or why they were the mastermind. Some have wondered if she has a personality disorder. It may seem so but she had always been like this. Yet one if lucky could catch her talking about demons or villains in her head.

♦ Remy enjoys a good story so believe she'll often listen to someone spin a tale. She herself spins a story or two from time to time, real or not, especially when she's on a job that requires torture. All the more why people deemed her a strange one. One thing she makes no secret of is that she has daddy issues. She brushes it off in the most nonchalant manner as if the topic doesn't bother her. Maybe it doesn't maybe it does - it seems to be the former. She has little quirks about her like lighting a match and eating the flame for example so she can always be found with a pack of matches on her. The more one interacts with her the more they'll see. Good or bad. But for certain trouble is almost guaranteed around this beauty.

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♦ Little Tidbits ♦
- Likes magic tricks. Has a knack for offering to show them sometimes.
- Has a strong affiliation with animals - especially wolves.
- Likes fire to which she often carries matches around with her. Occasionally can be seen chewing on the end of the match stick. Often striking it and swallowing the flames like a fire eater.
- 'Mild' case of OCD that leads to volatile actions - sometimes.
- Enjoys music - particular melodies soothe her entirely.
- Enjoys stories. Reading or telling tales especially while on a job that requires torture.
- She doesn't like to be disturbed once her mind is completely set on the task or whatever she is doing.
- Likes knives  

'Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane
Ha ah ah, ha ah ah, ahh
I'm a hurricane
Ha ah ah, ha ah ah, ahh
I'm a hurricane'

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

"Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive."
♦ Walk it off ♦

♦ Styling's in use: Muay Thai, Combat Sambo/BJJ, Boxing, Krav Maga

♦ Weapons Styles: Knife work, Tonfa's, Swordplay

Remy may seem like a pretty face but she is a fierce competitor. It may not look like it, but she enjoys a good fight. Taking that factor into consideration, she often doesn't like her bouts to end so quickly. Though most of her strikes are quick and sharp. She switches things up from grappling and striking. She incorporates her different styles allowing for more freestyle ways to create her own form of combat. Not to mention the fact that she carries knowledge about the human antimony which only adds in her precise striking. Remy likes to be an in your face fighter, but she isn't stupid enough to keep charging into the situation and never create some form of space from time to time. With years of constant training comes refinement and better understandings. Remy has been put through various vigorous training situations, tempering her in fire so to speak to prep her for the forward task. Different environments like harsh cold, water, darkness etc.. Remy was built for survival. She may not come across like it at first but she's more of an enforcer type; a gladiator than a sneaky little ninja. Stealth really isn't her game but she isn't terrible at it, though others are probably far better. Her sense have been trained to pick up sounds and changes in the air but she hasn't perfected its nature and often misjudges slightly despite darkness being her intimate friend.

Remy does not tread lightly on her opponents. Opting to face against her is to face the harshness and deadliness of her combative skills. Remy is often far from kind unless for some reason she chooses to be. Breaking bones, causing one to bleed bring her no guilt. She cares not for the pain she causes in truth she smirks at it whether physically or internally. Remy isn't above torturing - in fact it comes with the territory. Remy is also very much a taunter even if she may be losing she can't help but push people's buttons. She doesn't seen to anger easily but rather gets into a mild frustration or agitation depending but full blown anger has yet to be seen. Let's not forget to mention though she has one hell of a vice grip.

'Tired little laughs, gold lie promises,
We'll always win at this, I don't ever think about death
It's alright if you do, it's fine
We gladiate but I guess we're really fighting ourselves
Roughing up our minds so we're ready when the kill time comes
Wide awake in bed, words in my brain,
"Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"
Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means'

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

"Experience is a cruel teacher. It gives you a test before presenting the lesson."
♦ When life hands you lemons ♦

"So we continue our bastardization
of everything beautiful
and praise ourselves
for creating unnatural symmetry;
undynamic, sterile,
processed.

A running theme is that mankind,
we think we're special really.
Life is rare, but not phenomenal.
We are just as we are made;
unfortunate accidents
conceived in circumstance,
heat and pressure.

We are not miracles, we're mutants
formed out of the trash left unattended
by a thoughtless and lazy reality;
Reflecting nothing, like the waste we create."

-- Austin Heath "Valkyrie"

    ♦  Most children grow up with loving parents telling them bedtime stories of far off lands with knights, dragon's and princesses. A mother singing them lullaby's to ease them into slumber land. A father goof balling around maybe giving them piggyback rides and the like. On the occasion he'd try to give them a little scare having a good laugh about it. The white picket fence. You know the good ol' American dream. Let's face the facts that seems nice and all but it isn't reality. Nothing is that simple nor that perfect. It's a watercolor painted dream steadily dripping from it's canvas smearing together showcasing the chaotic mess it secretly is. Nothing is ever what it appears to be. Everything and everyone has an underlining layer they keep hidden. No one is truly completely open to the world. Who truly wants to be that naked to a bunch of strangers? Either case life hands you a lot of lemons - those bitter sour things - and tells you to suck on them.

    ♦ Now I suppose you wanna know about my lovely little backstory. Where I came from. How I came to be. What makes me me. All that lovely jazz right? I could say 'fuck off' it's very tempting but because I like a good story I'll indulge your curiosity just enough. Once upon time in a galaxy far far away ---- blah blah, anyways enough with the fairy tale beginnings. I don't exactly know how my parents met because my mother tended to spin a different story often, nor do I particularly care either. How they met isn't much of my concern cause the point is their meeting. Their heated moment of whatever bore me and that's all that's relevant moving forward. However my birth was not what my father expected. Apparently he was convinced his first born was supposed to be a male. A son to carry on his legacy. Some nonsense about some prophecy he believed. Yeah my 'father' or 'sperm donor' was the type of guy to believe in such things. So imagine essentially I was deemed a failure in his eyes at my first breath. Fun way to enter the world with the stamp of a failure branded on your essence. Safe bet I was never getting daddy's love or affection. Full of anger he cast my mother and I away. Unwanted we were. She was just as much a disappointment as me. Funny how he neglected to place blame upon himself after all it takes two. Pointing fingers at others seemed to be a family trait. Thrown to the vultures of the world my mother 'raised' me - kinda I suppose. Whatever her version of raising could be considered. Guess you can say I grew up faster than a child usually has to. At the age I can remember I was taking care of my mother from her drug and alcoholic hazes. Taking care of myself in more ways than one. Ya know the whole independent girl type shit. I'll admit it was annoying and frustrating at times; watching my mother slowly decay. There were moments she hated me and adored me the next. Mommy's little Queen as she put it. The woman was a confusing mess. Often I was alone finding entertainment in fairy tales, folklore's, Aseop fables certainly had it's valuable lessons. Grimm's tales. The more darker tales of those Disney flavored stories drew me. Yeah I enjoy reading, problem?

    ♦ Other sources of grabbing my attention grew into taking things apart and putting them back together or not. I started enjoying the dissecting process. Getting familiar with the inner workings. What made something tick. Sharp objects were mere toys. All the while my mother danced with demons under the pale moon late. I grew accustom to these demons - new ones abundance. Didn't bother giving them names or remembering such after awhile. Watching her something was growing within. Children are so impressionable at young ages aren't they? I'm giving you too much let's just move on. My mother died eventually; surprised she didn't sooner; and I was shipped off to an orphanage. Where was my family? No one really cared or wanted me. I wasn't the 'ideal' or 'perfect' child. I supposed I had a little violent tendencies here and there. I suppose I could've been a little energetic which was too much for them to bear. Oh wells, not my lost. To an orphanage I went naturally where I often got myself in trouble. You'd think they'd be able to handle an eight year old. They called me names, said I was crazy. No it didn't make me cry, their feeble thoughts matter not to me. In truth all I did was purposely prove them right. Within half a year a man came for me, said he was my 'uncle'. He was the only one that had came that was willing to take me. I figured the man lost his marbles or was desperate. Or maybe he was one of those types that look for the fiercest feline they could find to take out the rats in their life. Turns out he knew my 'father', the man that abandoned me so long ago. He was taking me to him. I wasn't sure how to react so I just went with the flow. Meeting my father went as expected I was still unwanted. Still nothing to him. This 'uncle' of mine, Dorian, stood up for me not like I asked - speaking about training me. I don't know they seemed to argue for awhile till Dorian achieved his goal. The 'Gladiator' project. Seemed like my father was into these shadow games. He was some big shot or whatever. Secret society type shit. 

    ♦ Dorian trained me hard and vicious. I learned various techniques. What worked for me, what didn't. I grew and adapted more and more. All the while my father looked on. Approving? Probably not. Seemed he just had disdain for my growth. Maybe he was jealous that I wasn't what he thought. Was I determined to prove something? [Redacted answer] Music was soothing to the beast inside. The villain's that lived in my head. We got well acquainted in my time there. There's something freeing about it. Anyways, my nickname was Tala it meant wolf. Yeah cocky enough to consider myself the alpha of the wolf pack. Torture was a game; an art. I steadily became an enforcer. The ring was my domain. Never did I forget to have fun though. The fast lane was where temptation lied and I was ready to sin. They called me a hurricane. Some called me Frost stating the sharpness of my tongue was akin to a frostbite. Cheesy, but I didn't make it. My 'father' seemed to like to throw challenges at me expecting me not to succeed. I proved him wrong on many accounts. However his latest challenge was going to prove interesting. The wolf was let out into the wild now. Daddy dearest new test lied in enrolling me within this school called Two Five Nine. I figured it was a bigger social test but there was also something in California - what? I don't know yet. But base of operations had moved out there and now I was stuck with the little place and task. Normal living. Who does that anymore?

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'Now we're in the ring and we're coming for blood
You could try and take us 
But we're the gladiators
Everyone a rager
But secretly they're saviors
Glory and gore go hand in hand
That's why we're making headlines
You could try and take us
But victory's contagious'

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

♦ Statistical Information ♦

~Beginning Stats~

ATK: 11
DEF: 11
SPD: 10
PER: 11
ENG: 7

~Stats without items~

ATK: 11
DEF: 11
SPD: 10
PER: 11
ENG: 7

~Stats with items~

ATK: 11
DEF: 11
SPD: 10
PER: 11
ENG: 7