Post by josh on May 7, 2010 16:48:57 GMT -5
Rasmus “Remy” Samuel Somnus
Dreamer, Determined, Confident
Dreamer, Determined, Confident
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name: Rasmus “Remy” Samuel Somnus
Significance of Name: Remy, as in REM sleep, as Morpheus is the god of sleep. Samuel is close to sommeil, which is French for sleep. Morpheus’s father Hypnos was known in the Roman culture as Somnus
Nickname(s): Goes by Remy, Rem
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Grade: Junior
Celeb you're using: Jamie Johnston
Deity: Morpheus - Greek
Title of your deity: God of Sleep and Dreams, sometimes the Messenger of the Gods
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance: Remy stands at a nice tall height of 5’10. Fortunately for him, he’s not a gangly sort of tall. But neither is he particularly muscular. Even though he does play sports, he’s never played them regularly enough to actually get into any impressive shape. He spent a good amount of time in a hot, sunny country, which gave him a nice, healthy, tan, which he had maintained as best he could when he was in New York before moving to Pantheon. He has dirty blond hair, which usually sticks up, as he doesn’t bother to run a brush or a comb through it. His eyes are light gray, giving him a rather dreamy look. A smile is usually plastered upon his face, which is reciprocated in his eyes, giving him a jovial, carefree look.
Remy’s clothing style is very casual. Basically, his philosophy on clothing is “if it fits, I’ll wear it.” He’ll wear shirts that may have slightly bizarre color schemes, but has mostly restricted his pants color to shades of blue, black, and, at times, beige. Sometimes he might break from this just to be eccentric with his pair of plaid shorts. Lately, since he has entered high school, where image is a bit more important than in middle school, he has made an effort to match a bit more. He utterly loathes fancy dress clothes as they make him feel uncomfortable both mentally and physically. The only time he "willingly" wears them is when he’s going to a wedding or a funeral. Remy usually wears a pair of white Nike high-tops with little black panthers all over them. When he doesn’t feel like wearing shoes he’ll wear a pair of black and blue flip-flops. Sometimes, he can be seen with a pair of earphones glued to his ears. The other end is inserted into an iPod, which blasts all kinds of music into his ears.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description:
At first glance, Remy is a very quiet person. He tends to fade into the background and observe his surroundings. As such, he tends to know more then most people expect/. He is very levelheaded and good at analyzing a situation from an objective perspective. When he does decide to speak up, he can be rather opinionated. When he finds something that really excites him, he can be very animated. His usual quiet attitude is abandoned in favor of conveying his excitement to anyone who will listen, which is a very small amount of people as he can be quite annoying at these times. He’s a bit of a dreamer. He always wanted to be a big Hollywood star, despite the fact that his father thought that it was a poor career choice. His father always said that he had his head in the clouds. He is very confident in himself, which is why he pursues his aspirations with as much determination as possible.
He is generally pacifistic by nature and would prefer to put someone to sleep rather than actually engage them in battle. However, just like everyone, he has his rare fits of anger when he can’t be responsible for his actions. As such, he likes to be able to protect himself. He has a very strong sense of justice, instilled in him by the stern teachings of his parents. They taught him to treat others as you would be treated and the Golden Rule and all that stuff. This usually overrides his pacifism and he will utilize anything he can to protect those he cares about. Most of the time, Remy is seen with a large smile on his face. He is a natural optimist, always looking on the bright side of life. The only time his grin is absent is when he’s feeling stressed, fear, or anger.
Though his parents instilled a hard working spirit within him, he tends to procrastinate a lot. Don’t get him wrong; he likes working and earning what he’s got. He just tends to take a while getting around to doing it. But once he does, he works hard to achieve what whatever it is he is working on. He also is also very disorganized, as he’s always busy doing something else and doesn’t spend much time bothering with cleaning. Even when he makes a plan to clean up, he usually forgets to do it when he gets caught up in something else. He's not really a man of action. He may plan things out in his head, but he rarely follow through with them. He just likes daydreaming about them.
He really excels at lying. While he is usually honest, be careful because you never know when he might try to pull the wool over your eyes, though he’s usually only doing it as a joke. There’s nothing Adrian loves more than laughing, whether it be laughing at someone else or himself. He has developed a flair for the dramatic, giving him a love for the fine art of acting. He also uses it to joke around, though when he does it is accompanied by his characteristically large grin. Even though he loves to have fun, he does have his serious side.
Likes:
- Daydreaming
- Nighttime
- Sleeping
- Laughing
- Jolly Ranchers
- Acting
- Greece
- Mythology
- Comic Books
- Reading
- His Electronics (Laptop, iPod, etc.)
- Music
Dislikes:
- His name, Rasmus
- Having his sleep interrupted
- Science
- Brussels Sprouts
- Chess
- Boredom
- Injustice
- Discrimination
- Needles
- Dentists/Doctors
- Arrogance
Strength:
- Observant
- Acting and, by extension, Lying
- People Person
- Performing Arts
- Confident
- Smart
- Determined
Weaknesses:
- Somewhat absentminded at times
- Has his head in the clouds a lot
- Damsels in Distress (whether they be male or female)
- Procrastinator
- Rather Disorganized
Fears:
- Needles
- Accidentally putting someone into a sleep so deep that not even he can wake them
Goal:
- Get his parents to accept him
- End up on Broadway someday
Power/Ability:
Dream Manipulation:
Remy has the power to manipulate people’s dreams. He can change any dream to make it better or worse, depending on his intentions. In a dream, he is even able to tap into a person’s memory to show them past events in their lives that they may have forgotten about. He is even able to induce daydreams. He is able trap a person in a dream, making them unable to wake themselves from sleep, no matter how horrible the dream is. They can, however, be waken by an external force, though it does take considerably more effort than waking a normal person would require. When he’s awake, he must be touching the person who he’s affecting or at least in close proximity to them. However, when he is sleeping, his power gains power and he can manipulate another dream from a great distance.
While he usually prefers to only project an image of himself into a person’s head, it is possible for him to put himself physically into a person’s dream. He only uses this as a form of transportation, as he is able to move through different people’s dreams to get to another destination. However, this is very unreliable, as he cannot exactly control whose dream he travels into. He could end up in a dream the next room over or on the other side of the world. Then there’s the fact that it is very risky as he is susceptible to any dangers that a person’s dream may possess. If he is injured while using this ability, he will be injured in the real world, or even killed if the injury is fatal. It also requires a lot of energy to accomplish. The first time he did it, he slept for a week afterwards. As such, he uses this ability very sparingly.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Origin: Greek-American
History:
Father - Hadrian Somnus
Mother - Patricia Somnus
Siblings - Phillip Somnus, Peter Somnus
Hadrian and Patricia were college sweethearts. They were both the little nerds who would rather spend their Friday nights studying rather than going to a party. Hadrian Somnus was a Greek-American studying to be a sleep medicine technologist who spent a lot of time by himself, always wrapped up in his studies. Patricia Underwood was a native New Yorker and the heir to a massive pharmaceutical company, Underwood Pharmaceuticals. As her parents had no sons and, though she was the youngest, she was the only of their three daughters that showed any interest in their business, she was set to inherit the company. She was studying to get a business degree. Though she already knew a lot about the company and her future was already secure, what with her inheritance, she wanted to get a degree so that she could properly run the company. No one would really respect her otherwise. They would always think of her as the dumb, blond heiress.
Anyways, their college love was passionate, but short-lived. When they reached the end of their four years of college, Hadrian continued his studies in his field while Patricia moved back to New York. It seemed like their paths would never cross again. Yet, quite by accident, they did. It was six years later, in New York at the unveiling of a new drug that would help people who suffered with insomnia. Unbeknownst to either of them, the meeting was actually arranged by Hadrian’s mother, Nyla. She had been in contact with Patricia’s mother ever since Hadrian had brought Patricia home for Christmas. She had never seen her son as happy as when he had been with that girl. Patricia’s mother told her about their new product, something not known yet by the general public, and she passed the information on to her son. Hadrian and Patricia hit it off again and started dating again. Two years later, they were married. Two years after that, Remy was born in their New York home. Hadrian’s parents wanted their first child to have a good, Greek name and so his parents consented to them naming the child. Unfortunately for Remy, they just had to choose one of the worst names known to man, Rasmus. And because he hates his name, he just goes by Remy. His brothers got off easy when they were born two year later, lucky for them.
Remy grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. He was one of the richest kids at his school. They even had a house in Greece where they spent two weeks every winter. Well, it wasn’t so much a house as it was a cave, but it was a huge cave with a river running through it and it was totally tricked out to function in the modern world. It was really cool. Anyways, his parents, who worked to get where they were, made sure that that wealth didn’t go to his head. Though they could have afforded to give him anything he wanted, they chose not to, to show him that not everything in the world would be handed to him on a silver platter. He got a job at an early age, a paper route at ten, and has been working ever since. When he was older, around thirteen, his mom gave him a job as a messenger in her company. All he did really was run errands around the office for her and her colleagues. He even had the classic lemonade stand when he was a kid. They wanted to instill a firm work spirit with him, so he would discover what he wanted and truly work hard to achieve it.
Due to his parent’s many brothers and sisters, all their family reunions were absurdly huge. He had this one aunt, Erin (aka Eris, goddess of discord), one of his dad’s many sisters, who was just downright evil. She’s that one aunt that everybody hates but you’ve got to put up with because you’re family. She liked discovering people’s secrets and then revealing them at the most inopportune times just to see those people try to get out of it. And she was good at it too. On one family gathering, the family was celebrating the marriage of one of Remy’s father’s many brothers. Everyone was in great spirits. Until the alcohol started flowing. Of course, Erin was the first at the open bar. Everyone was surprised and more than a little apprehensive when she got a hold of the microphone to “wish the happy couple congratulations.” Except instead, she outed Remy as gay, along with giving away a few other secrets as well.. He was in complete shock. He had no idea how she knew, since he had only found out himself just three months ago. This was also when his power manifested. He had run up to his aunt to get her to shut up. One touch, and she was out like a light. Of course, everyone thought that the alcohol had finally caught up with her but Remy knew the truth. He saw what had happened. He saw what his touch did to her.
About two weeks later, a time during which his power ran rampant, putting anyone he touched to sleep, a person came to his house, spouting off something about him being the reincarnation of a god and he had some awesome power and he was invited to a school where he could hone his gift. Truth is, at first, he didn’t really want to go to Pantheon. First off, would you believe someone if they told you that you were a reincarnated god? And secondly, and perhaps most importantly, he was perfectly fine with his life at home. However, as of late, his parents had become rather cold and distant as they disapproved of his…alternative lifestyle choice. This ultimately led him to decide to accept the invitation. And so, at the age of sixteen, he was off to Pantheon Academy, where he’s been for about a year now.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
- Remy tends to daydream a lot and Morpheus is the god of dreams.
- He likes sleeping and nighttime and Morpheus is the god of sleep
- He’s the oldest of three boys, as is Morpheus
- He has the ability to fade into the background and silently observe what going on around him. It is said that Morpheus is always watching in one's dreams as a shadow.
- Morpheus’s father lived in a cave in Greece with a river flowing through it and Remy’s family has a winter home that’s situated in Greece in a cave with a river flowing through it
- Morpheus’s father and mother were the god and goddess of sleep and hallucinogenic drugs, respectively. Remy’s father and mother are a sleep medicine technician and the heir to a pharmaceuticals company, respectively.
- Remy’s grandmother set up his parents. Morpheus’s grandmother, Nyx, did basically the same thing.
- Remy’s evil Aunt Erin is like Morpheus’s Aunt Eris, the goddess of discord.
- Remy’s many aunts and uncles correspond to Morpheus’s own many aunts and uncles
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
(This is from a Harry Potter roleplay, just so you know)
“Cut the sopophorous bean in order to release the juice within.”
After reading the directions for what felt like the thousandth time, Adrian carefully held the bean with two fingers while trying to angle his knife between said fingers so as to cut the bean without losing his appendages. A careful downwards slice, and the bean instantly shot from between his fingers, bouncing off somewhere under one of the desks scattered throughout the room. The knife he clutched in his hand dug deep into the table as he stabbed it viciously into the wood in his anger.
Yes, it’s true. Believe it or not, Adrian was inside on this wonderful, school free, sun shiny day, in the dungeons no less. He was in an empty classroom, his only companions being his Potions cauldron and the ingredients needed to make the very difficult Draught of Living Death. They had been studying the potion the previous day in Potions and trying to brew a perfect batch. Unfortunately, Adrian, who normally was more than adept at the fine art of potion brewing had been having more than a little bit of trouble with this particular potion. The potion did not turn out quite as he (or anyone for that matter) had planned. Maybe he added too much wormwood. Or asphodel. Either way, the potion had ended up a strange puce color. And it killed the mouse that they had been testing the potions on. It had been more than a little frustrating knowing that the skill he usually had in the subject seemed to be deserting him. It had burned him up all day long and even haunted his dreams that night. In the dream, he hung over a boiling cauldron full of a perfectly brewed Draught of Living Death.
He had woken up this morning, way earlier than was usual (or necessary, due to the fact that it was Saturday), with an intense feeling in his gut that he would never be satisfied until he was able to perfect that Draught of Living Death. And so, gathering his cauldron and all the necessary ingredients, he had made his way to this empty classroom to make the potion. Where he was still having trouble. He grabbed another bean and, pulling his wand from his pocket, magically stuck it to the table. “Try to move now,” he growled angrily at the bean. Needles to say, he was really irritated. Pulling the knife from the table he again set about to cutting the bean. This time, the bean stayed still.
About thirty minutes later, after adding the last of the ingredients, Adrian stirred the potion vigorously, not caring that the liquid was overflowing the edge of the cauldron, splashing all over the table and his clothes. He was annoyed with that infuriating bean. Most of the last half hour had been spent trying to get even a thimbleful of liquid from it yet it stubbornly withheld it juices. He had had to cut up six more just to get enough to add to the potion. His fingers were still stinging from the cuts from his knife slipping, even though that healing spell was very effective. Adrian stirred as fast as he possibly could, despite the mess, hoping that the purple potion would turn to clear. But it wasn’t meant to be. The potion settled into a cloudy white color. Pulling the spoon from the cauldron, he slammed it down on the table. That was the third time that had happened!
Sighing in defeat, Adrian picked up his wand and, for the third time in perhaps as many hours, with a wave of his wand and a murmured “Evanesco,” vanished the mess made from his stirring from the desk and his clothes. Another wave and another mutter and what was left of the potion in the cauldron vanished as well. Adrian turned again to his ingredients on the table behind him with every intention of trying to brew the potion again. However, before he could even pick up the first valerian root, his stomach alerted him of its dire need for food. He had awaken before breakfast and had been trying to make this potion ever since. Maybe he could stop with this nonsense and go get something to eat. He could always ask the Potions master for help with the Potion tomorrow. Or on Monday. Or maybe next month. Whichever came last. If he never saw this potion again, it would only be too soon.
With a wave of his wand, the potion ingredients flew into the empty cauldron. Leaving it where it was, he left the classroom, stowing his wand in his pocket. He could always come back for it later. He strolled quickly down the dark stone corridor, making his way towards the kitchens. It was almost ten o’clock, meaning that breakfast was almost over, if it wasn’t already. It would just be a lot easier to go to straight to the food source. Standing in front of the large portrait of a fruit bowl, he paused for a moment as he tried to remember which part of the picture you were supposed to tickle. Was it the apple? Or maybe the pineapple? It had been a while since he had been here. The last time was in his…third year, perhaps? The painting had seemed a lot taller then. Suddenly struck with inspiration, he reached upwards and tickled the big green pear. It squirmed and seemed to laugh before transforming into a door handle. Pulling the door open, he stepped inside and was immediately met with the sight, sound, and smell of hundreds of house elves preparing for lunch. The smell alone was enough to set his stomach to rumbling again.
“Can I be helping sir?” A high squeaky voice piped up from around his knees. A glance downward revealed the owner to be a house elf.
“Can I get something to eat?”
“What would sir be wanting to eat?”
“Um…how about some eggs, pancakes, and bacon?”
“Right away, sir.” The elf bowed and then turned away to rush back into the bedlam of the kitchen.
“Oh, and a goblet of pumpkin juice!” Adrian yelled after the retreating elf, who turned around again and gave another bow before rushing off again.
Now just to wait. Turning around to look for somewhere to sit and await his breakfast, he noticed a girl sitting in a corner. He recognized her. She was in Hufflepuff , he knew that much. He had seen her around the common room and they did have a few classes together. Her name just escaped his mind. But she didn’t look very good. She looked tired. Adrian couldn’t help wanting to try to make her feel better. He never could resist a damsel in distress. He’d just have to shock her out of her depression with his charming wit and rhetoric. Walking over to the table, he took a seat across from her and asked her.
“Are you okay?”
Yep. He certainly had a way with words.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: Josh
Age: 17
How long have you been RPing? Four or five-ish years
Where/How did you find us?RP searching on another site
