Profile of Remy

This boy's fur is a fade of golden to deep umber brown with eyes a brilliant sparkling yellow. He will grow to be of an average stature. In the sunlight the his golden highlights show more prominently. His physical build is that of his father’s. His frame is lithe and muscular, but most of him is all lanky legs.

He often wears a soft half-smile, his demeanor warm, welcoming, and almost soothing to those he just meets. He is wildly expressive, much like his Pa, pulling a face for every emotion known and unknown. Every now and then, one might also find him with a colorful mess splotched along his pelt or coating his paws from painting. Being a man of many talents, his claws and paws show the wear and tear from not only his farmhand work, but his hobbies too!

Artistic. Easy-going. Amiable.
Overzealous. Romantic.

Remy was born with a song in his heart, pure love in his soul, and an extraordinary gift. This young buck has the inherited an artist’s mind and all of the talents to go with it. His senses are fine tuned to the wonders of this world around him. The colors are vibrant and the everyday sounds of the natural world are all so beautiful to him. He can only strive to try to harness the buzzing energy within the earth beneath his paws to create what his spirit whispers is the truth in what he feels.

He is very absorbed in his work and though he is relatively laidback, he can spend hours and even days at a time completely dedicated to working on a project, whether it's workin' on the farm or catering to his creativity. Remy is beyond passionate with what he does and he enjoys being able to share his magnificent creations with others to get their full reactions and opinions. If he’s not showing off his masterpieces forthright, he is hiding them throughout the Hinterlands. One may find the roots of a tree blending into rainbow colored hues or even something as simple as stacks of rocks by the lake, impossibly balanced. He will put forth every effort to making the dreams in his head become reality, his muse always just a single whisper at his ear when he least expects it. This obsession with creation can sometimes leave him a absent and he can seem very distant when he has something brewing in his headspace or even detached if he is already working on it. He will become even more withdrawn based on the amount of effort he puts into the piece…especially if it is for somebody he’s sweet on.

Remy will whip out every stop he can to impress a wolf he’s interest in. He will create and make thousands of various forms of his handiwork in order to impress ‘em and he might even be found sneaking outside of their den late at night to sing a ballad. The boy is a romantic through and through, even though he’s never witnessed what it was like, the way his Pa speaks of it is all he needs to fill in the blanks. He strives to be a chivalrous gentleman to all he meets, since that’s how he was brought up, though he will always have his eyes peeled for that special someone who will surely steal away his heart.

Remy’s artistry is a part of him and every part of his art holds a piece of him. It has managed to fill any of the empty spaces he’s ever felt in his life, though it certainly hasn’t been much…his Pa has seen to that. As an artist, he’s simply a conduit for the cosmos to speak through and he gladly offers himself up to it. He cherishes this gift and so by sharing it, he only hopes that he can at least touch the heart of one individual and bring about peace, hope, and love.

Remy and his siblings were conceived when both parents were under the influence of way too much alcohol. Their mother wound up leaning them with their heartbroken father when they were barely weaned. Remy was born the first of the four, with him as the eldest.

Every now and then Remy thinks about the saying “Life ain’t no stroll in the meadow” and he wonders who might have ever come up with such a thing, ‘cause that’s exactly what his life was. Sure, they might not have their Momma around nor did he know if he’d ever meet the woman, but their childhood was sweeter than honeysuckle. All he can remember is good times, his Pa caring for them so well, loving them so deeply, and teaching them to do nothing but just that.

From the day Remy opened his eyes, sounds appeared to him in waves of color, his senses overwhelmed with the beauty of the world. Because of this, in his spare time, Remy delved into vast creative skills and continues to practice each of them to develop his mastery. Among his favorites would be painting, woodworking, singing/songwriting, and strumming the strings of his ‘ole guitar gifted to him by his Pa.

Remy and his sisters have grown up a good bit and while they’ve stuck to their home sweet home about the rolling hills and farmland they love. They’ve come to an age where they might could venture out if they so pleased. Remy has thought about it off and on. He sure does enjoy his work about the farm and putting some good ‘ole elbow grease into everything he does so that after a long day he can let his imagination run wild to lead to his next masterpiece.