Full Name
Romana Emilia Saroyan
Nickname(s)
Rem, Remy,
Roy (when she suspects she'll work with a group of men who won't take her seriously)
Age
28
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Occupation
Any work she can find—at the moment, gunsmith
Face Claim
Mila Kunis
Likes
Getting enough sleep • Testing guns and not having them blow up in her face • Collecting Old World artefacts • Warm meals • Working/keeping herself occupied • The occasional nightcap • Fixing things
Dislikes
Being cut off • Unnecessary drama • Bleeding hearts • Getting sick • Being buttered up to or patronised • Too much heat • Unnecessary comments • Having any of her achievements brushed off for petty reasons
Fear(s)
Feeling trapped (in an impasse/with someone) • Not being true to her roots
Dream(s)
To go be able to experience the 'letting go' that seems to come so easy to other people
Personality
Generally, Remy's the sort of person people would warn others to avoid if they wanted to walk out of a room safe from a tongue-lashing. She comes off as curt, easily annoyed, and two-fisted. This tough reputation is always taken as a challenge, or an otherwise Arthurian quest, to get her to lighten up which, more often than not, only serves to worsen her foul mood.
It must be noted that her outward behaviour towards others is anchored in her work and is borne out of a great need for practicality. Working in Gotham's badlands does provide its share of characters—thugs, thieves, lechers, con-artists and insufferable know-it-alls who prefer to take centre stage and are prepared to step on others for their personal gain. In order to safely make it past the end of the day, she had to develop thick skin enough to face them. However, when people are 'safely past the door', as she puts it, she exhibits a willingness for group rapport and is happy to work with anyone who doesn't impede the agenda and/or goals.
This relegation to the margins has also relegates her to a somewhat lonely existence. She does and can keep some relationships, although her focus towards her work and instrumentalising them for the sake of objectively looking at situations effectively puts a strain on them. Her isolation has kept her ill-equipped to face repairing the relationship when she knows and acknowledges she's at fault.
Height/Weight
5'4", 117 lbs.
Hair Colour
Dark brown
Eye Colour
Left eye green, right eye brown
Brief Description, including notable features
She pays little regard to the way she dresses, as she is too preoccupied with working to get into anything remotely similar to what New New York women find remotely 'pretty'. The clothes she wears are practical and protective—jackets, trousers or jeans, simple shirts, among other things. She moves purposefully and walks purposefully, so as to command the attention of whomever it is she needs to deal with.
She has a fair few freckles on her olive skin, particularly over her cheeks, from the sun exposure she's had. A prominent feature of hers are her differently coloured eyes, which has served to unnerve a few people a little more after having a a taste of her no-nonsense gaze.
History
It could be argued that the first day of the rest of her life was when she woke up surrounded by rubble, protected by an Old World metal office desk. She was a five-year-old armed with nothing but a small rock she'd seen nearby, ready to bash at the stranger who was approaching. Before she could strike, the stranger grabbed her wrist and looked at her directly, and though she wasn't afraid of him, something had been instilled in her the day she met him. She had agreed to come with him to safety, if only to escape the waste and rubble that was her hiding place. He brought her to his shop further away from New New York's city centre, and after she had been fed and cleaned, he introduced himself as Hayk Saroyan.
He was one of the city's smiths, and responsible for making the bomb used in the explosion she had been caught in.
He raised her from that point on.
When she was of age and began to ask questions about her parents, he allowed her to search for her own answers. He had only told her what he knew of them, and of what information was passed around about them. One of them was an outsider, the other wasn't even from America anyway. The mother was too political. The father had his head in the clouds about the Old World. Both were militia deserters. They were involved in a movement.
She clung onto those facts fast and hard, piecing whatever she could of them to fill in the gap in her memory, eventually becoming a lifelong project of hers. Simultaneously, she was taken under Hayk's wing, soaking in whatever he had to teach her. Luckily for him, she was a quick learner, taking to everything she could grasp with keen enthusiasm. It wasn't long before she entered into his smithing trade, eventually inheriting what he had left behind upon his passing when she turned twenty. From there, the business was on the up and up until fire (likely intentional) razed the place she had called home for seventeen years. Left with absolutely nothing, she started over, taking on jobs left and right to build herself up. Eventually, she got a job at a gunsmith's, and seeing the advantage their skills could give her kept on, improving along the way despite the sneers and leers from her co-workers.
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She has been working on putting up her own shop, grinding through the hours and her co-worker's nonsense. She's only glad she has partial support from her superior, who knows she does great work.
