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@grccvy​ said,  « you should’ve left when you had the chance. »

      At first, Remi had thought that he was dreaming - that all of this was a nightmare, one of the really bad ones, and soon he would jolt awake, and he would be alone in his bedroom, just like always. But pinching himself didn’t help, and when he tripped and fell and gashed his knees, he didn’t wake up either.

      Then he wondered if it was a hallucination, or an illusion - something that IT was doing, something to try and break him down, or torment him before the final blow... before whatever Pennywise did to its victims. He stumbled backward, breathing hard, torn between his instincts screaming at him to run away and his heart screaming at him to run closer, because goddammit, that was his best friend standing there. Or it looked like his best friend - how could Charlie ever do this, be so cruel? 

      Remi’s head hurt, struggling to parse out what was real and what was fake, whether who he thought he saw before him was truly there or whether it was another illusion from some dark force that sought to cause him pain. His whole body shook, but he forced himself to stand his ground, refusing to break his gaze even as Charlie spoke. 

      “No! I wasn’t gonna leave you. I promised I wouldn’t, and I’m not gonna break that promise. This isn’t you, man, c’mon.” Against his body’s wishes, Remi hesitantly moved forward a few more steps, limbs trembling, throat tightened, tears already falling from his eyes. He knew this was a bad idea. Knew that whatever had happened to Charlie might very well mean that he wouldn’t make it through tonight alive if he didn’t try to run and hide. 

      But he also knew that without Charlie, what was the point? He had only stayed here in this godforsaken town because of Charlie. He had only suffered living with his parents here for Charlie. He had only made it this far in his life because of Charlie. Without Charlie, what the hell did he have left? 

      “I’m not leaving you, Charlie. I’m not. We can fix this. It’s gonna be okay.”

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@grccvy​ said,  “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ”

      Remi knew why Charlie was asking this. He knew that he had a bad habit of being nice to others whenever he could and giving them whatever he could, all while ignoring his own desires and his own needs. He hadn’t been to therapy in a long time, but he figured it had something to do with hoping that maybe if he gave enough, it would mean something. Like maybe if you did enough good things, eventually it would add up and the universe would cut you a break. The Bible was all about selflessness and stuff after all so it made sense.

      Or at least, he thought it made sense. It didn’t seem fair, but he did it because he had no idea what else to do. Asking for something meant bringing attention to himself and being dependent on another person to give it and that had historically gone poorly. 

      In this moment, looking up at Charlie, he could think of one perfect thing he wanted. And it was the one thing he was too terrified to ask for. “I-I--”

      I want you. I think I like you, like... more than a friend. And I don’t really know if that’s okay but I can’t help how I feel and I’m afraid it’ll mean we can’t be friends anymore and--

      A few seconds passed before he managed to speak again, voice small, all his thoughts and words and feelings tangling up inside his head and making it ache. “I’m scared to say.”

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continued from here with @evilsded​

      He was right. Despite all the terrible things that Remi had seen in the past 24 hours, Ash had managed to keep them safe and keep them out of the face of danger. It was probably the only reason he wasn’t crying in fear right now - if anyone could protect him, he had faith that it would be Ash Williams. After all, he had managed to this far.

      It was strange to meet someone else who actually believed him when he said he saw something awful - monstrous. His parents always blamed it on hallucinations. This man believed him though. Could even see them too. It brought some sort of... relief, almost. I’m not crazy.

      Remi shifted slightly, not daring to move much for fear of making noise. “Mr. Williams, sir?” He hesitated for a few moments. “Thank... thank you for keeping the monsters away.”

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@grccvy​ said,  ❝ i don’t feel okay . i’ve never felt okay . ❞

      He knew exactly what Charlie meant, and wished he didn’t. Every so often, Remi would run across someone their age who seemed to be just fine - their families supported them, they did well in life, they didn’t live in constant fear of creatures other people couldn’t see. He envied them; envied that they could be ‘okay’ when he and Charlie could not.

      “I know.” Remi’s voice was quiet, but he paused for a moment to draw in a few deep breaths. He needed to be strong right now. “I know...” He reached out, tentatively, and took the other’s hand in his. “Is-is there anything I can do? I mean, I know I can’t fix it--can’t fix all of this--but maybe I can help you feel... less not-okay?”

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@evildecd​ said,  ‘ your nose is bleeding. ’

     Charlie’s words reached Remi through a fog, registering only enough for him to reach up with one tremulous hand and press a finger against his upper lip, being met with warmth that trickled further down. He licked his lips on instinct and was left with the taste of copper pennies. Pennies...

      He couldn’t remember what had happened. He couldn’t remember if Charlie had been there, or if he had only just arrived... the longer Remi thought about it, the more he realised that he didn’t remember much of the last day at all. He only knew that his body felt like ice, his very inner being weighing heavy inside of his guts, and his thoughts were hazy. And, apparently, he was bleeding.

      For a moment, he said nothing, staring blankly at his fingers. Finally though he managed to lift his head, blinking at Charlie with a tired gaze, an unnameable sensation of relief warming a small part of his frigid chest at the sight of the other. As long as there was Charlie, everything would be okay. “I don’t kn--don’t remember... rem...” A few heartbeats of silence. “... why am I s-so c-cold... where am I?”

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continued from here with @evildecd​‘s charlie lorne!

      The whispers had seemed to get worse as Remi grew, despite his parents and his doctors all telling him that it would get better - that the symptoms would ease up over time as his child’s imgagination faded, or whatever bullshit they liked to feed people. They were wrong, though, because of course they were wrong. 

      At least he wasn’t alone.

      Hunched over and curled up in the very centre of the blanket fort, Remi could feel the weight on his chest lessening, his muscles relaxing as he worked on remembering to breathe and kept his eyes on his friend. Charlie was safe. They were both safe. (They had to be, they were inside a fort: those were the rules.)

      He shook his head and scooted closer to Charlie. “Nah. Just... other voices. I never get a good look at ‘em, they’re just... quick shadows. Don’t think it’s the clown though...  just somethin’ else. My parents say they’re not real but...” Remi shrugged slightly, reaching for a large blanket not currently being used as a wall and draping it over himself, holding his arm out and inviting Charlie to wrap up in it as well. “They’d pro’lly say that about Pennywise too.”

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CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY: Remiel ‘Remi’ Lynxwiler

“I stopped telling Mom and Dad about the people I saw in the mirror a long time ago. They thought I was crazy and if I listened to them, I started to believe it myself. But I’m not. Crazy, I mean. I hear and see things other people can’t see. I don’t know why, but I do. And I hate it.”

                                                            ~*~

Remi was born to Andrew and Isabelle Lynxwiler, a car salesman and a waitress, and very strict Catholic Christians. Their faith was so important to them, that they gave their son the same name as the Archangel of Hope, because they felt their hopes had been answered by God when they finally had a son. As soon as he was old enough to talk, however, their joy of having a firstborn son began to wither because it soon occurred to them that their child was… strange.

He was very quiet and reserved, and rarely interacted with other kids his age at church, or later on, at school. He rarely made eye contact and began speaking latter than most children did. But none of that was the particular reason for the parents’ alarm and concern - that stemmed from the drawings Remi did and the “people and monsters” he talked about seeing; usually in the mirrors around the house, but oftentimes in innocuous areas such as the kitchen, or out the window. He rarely seemed scared of them, which only brought more fear to his parents; at first they thought he could see demons or ghosts (both more or less the same level of terrible to them), but as time passed and he continued to remain reserved and started to become flighty and scared of the things he saw and heard, their tensions only grew.

By the time he is 12, Remi feels fully ostracised from his family; they’re scared of him, and outside of misplaced diagnoses and medications that only make things worse, nothing has changed. He is still seeing people and shapes that others can’t, and it is still making him an outcast. He still hears voices in the mirror, whispers of other worlds attempting to entice him away from this one. He’s scared that he’ll give in someday, but who can he talk to about it when his own family thinks he’s simply deluded?

So he takes to confiding in some of the people that he sees that no one else can, in particular one he’s known for as long as he can remember called Moth. Moth, despite being one of the technically invisible beings that no one else can see, claims to know nothing about the world behind the mirror, but suggests that maybe they should try to learn more about it - maybe even explore it, because after all it’s not as if Remi’s parents want him around. Before long, Remi begins to agree - his parents avoid him at all costs, so what if he leaves?

One thing leads to another and Remi ends up in the Mirrorworld, where the lines between reality and dream begin to blur, and Remi delves deeper and deeper into this new world - and without any idea of how to get back to the world he left behind.

THE BASICS

full name: remiel isaiah lynxwiler

aka: remi

age: in most threads i play him as some form of teen, from 13 to 19, but it varies verse to verse

gender & pronouns: cis boy, he/him, though i’ve considered making him a trans boy before and may do that in the future.

orientation: pansexual with a leaning towards men.

species: human; though there are verses where he’s not.

occupation: student, mostly; any jobs he’s had would be odd jobs (mowing lawns, babysitting, etc.) or possibly occasional part time work as a cashier at small shops and what-not. 

residence: verse-dependent, though in general he was born in the midwest and his family moved out to either of the coasts later on in life.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

hair: usually messy, an earthy brown colour; it occasionally gets wavy but isn’t overly curly.

eyes: hazel; a sort of combo of greens, browns, and greys. someone once called his eye colour ‘muddy’ and he hasn’t really let go of that when thinking about his eye colour.

complexion: lightly tan as he’s usually spending time outside.

build: skinny and small for his age; regardless of how old he is, he most likely never grows past 5’9’’, and that takes a while.

scars: he has a variety of small scars; some he got from his exploring in the woods, others he got from bullying. the most significant ones he has are scars from cigarette burns on his hands, and a scar usually covered up by his hair from a bad fall he had when younger.

tattoos: he has none, but likes the idea of art on his body and will probably get tattoos whenever possible - he can’t while he lives with his parents however, they’ll be angry.

piercings: none, but again, it’s something he likes the idea of - art on his body - whenever he finally escapes his parents.

etc: when younger, his face has very noticeable freckles; they’re still there as he ages, but less visible. when he smiles, his cheeks dimple and his eyes shut til they’re barely visible.

face claim(s): colin ford from the age of 6 up until probably 14 or 17, haven’t found one for his older FCs yet.

PERSONALITY

zodiac: pisces

alignment: neutral

hogwarts: slytherin

positive traits: creative, imaginative, resourceful, compassionate

negative traits: insecure, easily overwhelmed/overstimulated, anxious, distracted.

MEDICAL RECORD

mental: autistic; also has depression, emotional PTSD, anxiety, and is falsely diagnosed with schizophrenia. 

physical: N/A

phobias: nyctophobia (fear of the dark), claustrophobia (fear of enclosed/tight spaces), autophobia (fear of being alone for long periods), atychiphobia (fear of failure), 

eyesight: fairly good

drug use: verse-dependent; in certain verses he explores a variety of drugs, but in most verses he doesn’t take any, not even prescribed things for his mental illnesses.

alcohol use: again, verse-dependent, but he drinks in moderation for the most part.

BACKGROUND

birth place: millersburg, ohio

ethnicity: english, irish, scottish, danish, and a very small amount of lenape (native american).

parents: andrew and isabelle lynxwiler.

siblings: N/A

pets: he was never allowed pets, as his parents thought him too ‘dull’ to have one without hurting it, but he had a deep fondness for the stray cats around town growing up.

education: verse-dependent. for the most part he graduates high school, though in some verses he dropped out around 7th grade. still other verses, he attends college.

notable skills: he’s very booksmart; if you need some random information whether it has to do with the location of a specific tourist spot, how to survive a night in the woods alone, or the migration habits of a specific bird, remi probably knows it. he also knows how to draw, and journals/sketches extremely often. he likes to dance and could be very good at it if he got the confidence to practise.

languages: he only knows english but wants to learn more languages someday.

#charactor introductions > remiel lynxwiler

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CHARACTER PROFILE: Remiel Lynxwiler

NAME: Remiel ‘Remi’ Lynxwiler

AGE: Verse dependent: in his original story he’s 12-13, but as of right now I’ve only written him in his teenager verse.

GENDER: He identifies as a cis male, though as far as his style goes he’s very gender nonconforming.

SEXUALITY: He had no idea what sexuality he was - or even what it was - until much later in life, as he grew up in a highly sheltered environment. The older he gets, however, the more and more sure he becomes that he’s gay.

ALIGNMENT: Antihero/hero depending upon his mental state; chaotic neutral.

FAMILY: Only child, lived with his parents until he managed to move out.

LIKES: The colour silver, clovers, raccoons, pirates, Disney films, 80s music and films.

DISLIKES: His parents (with good reason), mirrors, the dark, graveyards, tomatoes (he haaaaaates the taste), churches, anything with a spongy or jelly-like texture.

STORY: Remi is from the novel tentatively titled “In The Mirror”, a story that I’ve worked on for a few years now. He is a boy that sees things - creatures, people, spirits, and more - that no one else can see. When his parents find out, they as religious folks begin to worry that Remi has schizophrenia - which in their circles is signs of demonic possession. The story follows Remi as he struggles with his own identity, and with the very real creatures he faces danger from. They’re not hallucinations; they’re real, and nobody else can see them, which means he has no one to seek protection or aid from. He’s on his own.

BACKGROUND: Remiel was born to two very religious parents, who wanted to name their firstborn son something special; and as they saw him to be their little angel, they decided to name him after an angel. When asking fellow townsfolk for suggestions, they liked Remiel, not finding out until later that their choice of angel wasn’t from the Bible at all, but from the offshoot the Book of Enoch, something that left a bad taste in their mouth but was irreversible. Remiel began to show signs of being “different” as early as the age of five. At first his parents assumed it was the usual imaginary friend phase, but the darker and more horrific the invisible beings Remiel described became, the more terrified his parents became that he was possessed by a demon, which caused schizophrenia. But no matter who or where they sent him throughout his life, there was no one able to “exorcise” him. So as life went on, Remiel suffered in silence, too afraid to mention what he saw, not wanting to go back to the camps and ‘doctors’ that claimed to be able to free him. But the older he got, the more intense his ‘visions and hallucinations’ became, and by the time he became 12, he only had so many options - give in to the voices he heard, that promised to make his life better, or continue to fight against them.

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