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Remy Winters

"Perfection is somthing you work towards, unless of course you've achived it already!"

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a character in “The Feed”, as played by Wolfheart


"We believe what we want and forget what we have to."

Character’s Full Name
Remington Desiree Winters
"I quite like my name."

She likes her name but realizes it is pretty long, so she prefers Remy.
"Remy’s cute to."

"Old enough to legally drink in Europe. "

Friend On Vacation
"Whatever, like it matters."

ღ Boys
ღ Sex
ღ Painting
ღ Music
ღ Partying
ღ Her Friend
ღ Drinking
ღ Tattoos
ღ Her Mother
ღ Foreign Contries

"Most of these things are an escape for me."

❧ Hurting People
❧ Her Father
❧ Her Step-Father
❧ School
❧ Excuses
❧ Feeling Helpless
❧ Feeling out of Control
❧ The word “Sorry”
❧ The words “I Love You”
❧ Being Abused

"Dislike is being nice, try hate."


Remy’s hair hangs just a few inches past her shoulders, it has a natural beach wavy to it and most people think that she takes the time to curl her hair to get it that way, but all she has to do is not dry or straighten it after a shower. Her hair is a beautiful dark chestnut brown with natural black and auburn highlights.
Her eyes are probably the most unique and interesting thing about her. She has stormy light gray-black eyes, that are very unusual. Though her eyes are very unique in color, she has horrible eye sight and cannot see without her glasses or contacts, she is practically blind without one or the other.
Remington is a very small girl, but very beautiful as well. She has porcelain skin that against her dark hair and unusual eyes makes her look like a human porcelain doll. She isn’t very tall compared to others, she stands at only five foot four and is slightly under weight weighing only 112 pounds. Despite her being underweight she doesn’t look it in fact she is extremely fit and toned.

Remy’s mother has always taught her that her body is her’s and she may do what she wishes to express herself. So she decided that’s exactly what she would do. She has several piercings, she has aindustrial ear piercing , on her right side, five miscellaneous piercings on her right ear, and her belly button priced. As far as tattoo’s she been collecting them since she was sixteen. She has three blackbirds above her left shoulder blade one for herself, her mother, and her older brother. She has No lies Just Love tattooed on her wrist and for her eighteenth birthday she got a paint splatter heart near her collar bone, for her love of painting. Scars, she could bore you all day with her stories about where she got each scar, but she won’t and she never will, most of them were caused by growing up in an abusive home her whole life, most of them are barely noticeable, but there is one very prominent one, a large scare across her neck complements of her father, of course she tells everyone else a much different story.


Remington is anything but shy, in fact if you asked anyone who knows her they would say she was one of two things:

1. The toughest girl they have ever met and they wouldn’t dare mess with her.

2. Or the roughest girl they have ever met, she has a mouth on her, she dresses with a rocker grudge style and her personality is just hard and rough around the edges.

she knows how to have a good time and she loves to party, it really could be considered unhealthy how much she parties and how little sleep she gets. She young and she wants to do live while she can. Remy is normally always energetic and happy, few have ever seen a frown on her face and literally no one, not even her best friend has seen her cry. She tends to keep her emotions under lock and key, because she scared if she lets any other emotion but happy surface her past will come flooding back and she will lose the control she’s worked so hard to achieve and more than anything she wants to pretend the past never existed. She hates dwelling on the past and believes it actually made her a stronger person. She has an extremely tough skin and wouldn’t go down without a fight. She can definitely stick up for herself and most people would be surprised if they were to try and fight her, she is a fire cracker, don’t let her size fool you. Under her rough and tough façade, she is a very sweet person with a heart of gold and would do anything for her friends and family. She loves to party but she also loves to relax, she can easily calm her nerves by listening to her favorite song and painting. She is an amazing artist.

Remy has an amazing amount of confidence despite her past. She is sometimes overly confident and brags on herself to much, but it doesn't seem to bug Colette, mostly because they both know how pretty they are and they love to flaunt it.

Remington was the second born to Amelia Winters and Marshall Drake, she would also be the last born. Marshall and Amelia had always had an on again off again relationship, they were never married and would never get married. Marshall treated Amelia like dirt, beating her until she was unconscious most of the time, then he would leave a five year old Booker and a three year old Remington to fend for their selves, days later he would come back and Amelia would welcome him as if nothing happened, things would be good for a few days and then the vicious cycle would start all over again. As Remy and her brother got older her father turned to them and started to beat them after he practically beat their mother to death, so she couldn’t stop it. For years this went on and no one ever knew what was going on behind closed doors, Remington’s mother would help cover up her daughters bruises before school. Her mother was helpless, Marshall threatened to kill all of them if they told.

One night though everything changed, Amelia couldn’t take it anymore and she knew Marshall would show up, she had the cops waiting, but it was his word against there’s and in a small town, Marshall had every wrapped around his figure, everyone thought he was the perfect man. After the cops left He locked both Booker and Remington in the basement with no way out, after he left their mom upstairs barley alive he came down for them, first beating his fifteen year old son Booker and then moving to his younger daughter. He slit her throat and seconds before he stabbed her, Booker grab his pistol from its holster on his side and planted three bullets in his head. Remy and her mother were hospitalized for a month and a half. When they were healed up Remy’s mother moved them away to the city, they were put into a new high school where Remy tried her hardest to forget, but the scar on her neck was an everyday reminder.

Remington and her brother quickly climbed the latter to popularity and hid their past, from everyone. Booker was protective of his sister and Remy was thankful for that. At sixteen Remy’s mother meet a millionaire and got remarried, of course Remy couldn’t trust another man and although he seemed like a good guy, she refused to let him in or any other guy for that matter making relationships hard. Brooker went out of state for college but always made sure his sister was taken care of. This was also the year Remy met her best friend who she became inseparable with.

Now she’s graduated from high school and taking a trip to Europe with her best friend. What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe she’ll even tell the truth about the scar on her neck for once…


Remy's Theme Song

Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that
I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I want to say thank you
Cause it

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in on a good thing before I'd realize your game
I heard you're goin' round playin', the victim now
But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave
After all of the fights and the lies cause you're wanting to haunt me
But that won't work anymore, no more,
It's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I want to say thank you
Cause it


How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretended not to know the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
You won't stop me

I am a fighter and I
I ain't goin' stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough


You thought I would forget,
But I remember
'Cause I remember
I remember
You thought I would forget,
But I remember
'Cause I remember
I remember

Feelings about Caine and The Feed

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down

Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down


So begins...

Remy Winters's Story


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Colette walked into her hotel room and threw her suitcase onto one of the two beds. She ran over to the sliding-glass door, and threw it open, stepping out on the balcony, taking in the veiw. "Paris!" She breathed, turning to look at her friend with an excited grin. "Oh, you have no idea how much I need this trip." She said, running her fingers through her hair, and coming back into the room. Finally. A break from her stressful life at home. She just hoped Milly was fairing okay without her. She'd practically raised her little sister, and had never spent more than a day away from her. If her father had one of his breakdowns while she was gone, would Mil be able to handle it on her own? He'd assured her he wouldn't. Promised her that he was feeling better, but Coley couldn't be positive. He'd said that before... Still. A trip around Europe with her best friend was something she couldn't say no to, no matter what might happen.

She moved to her suitcase on the bed, and threw it open. "Let's unpack as quickly as possible." She said with a mischievous smile. "I want to go sight seeing. And I don't just mean buildings. I'm talking about some of these Paris boys too." She laughed lightly. "Maybe we'll find a couple that speak a little English."

Coley threw her clothes from her suitcases, into her dresser and closet, haphazardly. She'd never been the neatest person in the world, despite her put-together-and-pretty exterior, the real Cole was quite a mess, and her excitement about getting out to the city only made this worse.

Sorry Colette's is so tiny -.-


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Remington threw her purple and black suite case on her bed giggling as her friend threw the balcony door open. In all honesty she couldn’t believe they were here sure they had been talking about this trip since the middle of senior year but talking about it and actually being here were two different things. She walked out on the balcony next to her friend. Their hotel room had the most amazing view of the Eiffel Tower. The view was breath taking and in all honesty Remy never saw herself doing something like this, being somewhere like this, she had never had a charmed life. "Let's unpack as quickly as possible." Coley said with a mischievous smile. "I want to go sightseeing. And I don't just mean buildings. I'm talking about some of these Paris boys too." She laughed lightly. "Maybe we'll find a couple that speak a little English." Remy’s best friends voice brought her from her thoughts.

She hadn’t even realized that she had gone back inside the hotel room. “Maybe will learn how to really French kiss.” Remy smirked playfully “I say we hit the clubs up first!” she said pulling her phone out and instantly searching for clubs. “Perfect.” She said excitedly “Anges Dans L'amour is the most popular underground rave club in Paris, France. “ She said excitedly reading from her phone “It opens at eight pm, which is in about two hours! We have to be there, I don’t care if we have to sneak in, you should read the reviews on this place.’ She said as she skimmed over them herself.

She dug through her suite case before pulling out a short black leather and blue sparkly dress. “Besides the only place I’m getting away with wearing this beautiful piece of work is here, Booker would kill me if he knew I even bought this.” She smirked having to hide the dress from her over protective brother when she packed it. “So what do you say sista, I can’t party without you.” She smiled.


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As Coley unpacked, she listened to her best friend talk. “Maybe will learn how to really French kiss.” Remy said with a smirk, and Cloe laughed lightly, shooting her friend a mischievous grin. “I say we hit the clubs up first!” Her friend said, just as Cole had finished unpacking. She kicked her suitcase under her bed and flopped back onto it, hands under her head as she stared up at the ceiling, listening to Remy talk, but also letting reality sink in. She was here. In France. With the one person in the whole world that never expected anything but herself from her. And there was no stress. No problem to solve. No one to pretend for. It seemed unreal. “Perfect.” Remy said, yanking Cole from her thoughts. She turned her attention back to her friend, rolling on her side. “Anges Dans L'amour is the most popular underground rave club in Paris, France. It opens at eight pm, which is in about two hours! We have to be there, I don’t care if we have to sneak in, you should read the reviews on this place." Coley grinned.

"Screw sneaking in, the legal drinking age in France is eighteen, I think." She knit her eyebrows and pulled out her own phone, suddenly wanting to know, she looked it up as her friend dug through her suitcase and pulled out a slinky black and blue dress. "Yep, eighteen." She confirmed, just as Rem pulled out her dress.

“Besides the only place I’m getting away with wearing this beautiful piece of work is here, Booker would kill me if he knew I even bought this.” She said, and Coley nodded in agreement.

"Oh, he'd do more than kill you."

“So what do you say sista? I can’t party without you.”

"Remy, it's like you don't know me." She teased, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Have I ever turned down a chance to party?" She moved to her things, and began rifling through them for something to wear, smiling.


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When Coley was done getting ready, she looked herself over from head to toe in the mirror to make sure she didn't forget anything. Her hair was curled into soft, bouncy ringlets that hung down to her hips, her eyelashes full and dark, and her eyelids painted with a thick coat of silver glitter, sparkling every time she blinked. She smiled at her reflection and slipped into her party dress, a tight, short black spaghetti strap dress. The straps were made of small silver crystals, and the top part of the dress, ending just under her chest was completely covered in larger crystals. The swooped low, revealing the tiny date tattoo between her shoulder blades. Underneath the dress, she wore a pair of thigh-high lace tights, and on her feet, a pair of glittering silver heels. She was ready for a night out with Remy in Paris.

After appraising herself, and sticking her few essentials from her purse into her bra, she went out into the room to find Remy fully ready. Cole laughed lightly and whistled. "Hot." She smirked, before they left.

Once at the club, Coley frowned at the long line. “No way in hell were waiting in this line, time to put our good looks and charm to the test.” He friend said, and she smiled mischievously as she tugged her right up to the front of the line. Coley raised her eyebrows, impressed with her friends French, before giving the man a pleading look.

He looked the two of them up and down before letting them in, and Coley stepped in immediately before he changed his mind, ignoring the sounds of protest behind her.

Inside, the music pulsed, and she grinned, slipping an arm around her friend's waist, and pulling her in so she could hear her. "Dance first, boys first, or drink first?" She asked, loudly over the sound of the music.