El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
It's good to see Spidey back on the site. Watching him deal with the universe shift in his own snarky way has been nothing short of entertaining.
Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
Gambling. He didn't get the nickname 'Gambit' from watching the Texas Hold 'Em tournaments on TV. He'll take any bet he's pretty sure on, and he'll take bets that are a long-shot. If someone isn't willing to play a hand of poker with him, he generally takes it as a bit of an insult.
Cheating. Hey, he's a conman and cardsharp by trade. What's the point of having those skills if you don't get to abuse them very often? He's good at what he does; generally if he gets caught it means that he's playing against a mutant who's ability allows them to see his sleights of hand and such, or he's playing against someone who's nearly as good a cheater as he is.
Card tricks. Even before he discovered his mutation, he's always loved sleight tricks, especially card tricks. They're fun, they're easy after you put in enough practice, and few people don't like them.
New Orleans. Take it or leave it, love it or hate it, when it boils down to it, Remy's a Louisiana boy, and his hometown is New Orleans. Even battered and a little worse for wear, he can find very little wrong with the city.
Money. Okay, sure, who doesn't like money? But for Remy, it isn't just a matter of liking it. As a child every penny, nickle, and dime was precious. Now that he's a little older, the denominations have gone up quite a bit, but the basic principle is the same. He likes having cash to spare, and he definitely likes having it to spend.
Thievery. So long as it isn't other people stealing from him, he thinks it's a hoot. There isn't anything better, in his eyes, than cracking open a safe to reveal piles of cash, or gold, or Hell, even papers if they're worth something. Even if the haul isn't worth much, the actual act of sneaking into a place gives him a thrill.
Himself. He's a simple guy, with pretty simple (but admittedly expensive) tastes. He knows that he's good at what he does, and frankly he thinks he looks pretty good doing it, too. The lady friends he's had in the past don't seem to be complaining either, so what isn't there to like? He's charming, handsome, usually wealthy, can blow stuff up... Yeah, he's pretty awesome.
Cajun French. It's pretty close to being his first language, and since leaving the bayous of Louisiana, he doesn't get much of a chance to speak it. The times he does get to speak it with someone else who speaks it are like eating a home-cooked meal for the first time in months. It feels great, like a little bit of Louisiana has cropped up in New York, or Connecticut, or where-ever it is that he's set up shop at that moment.
Mardi Gras. It was the biggest holiday for him, growing up, and one of the few times that there was enough for everyone. Tourists were generous, the restaurants around the city were generous, Hell, everyone was in a giving mood! And even the years where there still wasn't much, the music and parades and dancing and general happiness did wonders to lift his spirits. Regardless of where he is, when it's Mardi Gras, he's going to be wearing beads. Odds are that he might even have some to give out, too.
Aliens. Call him crazy, but the idea of a bunch of superpowerful aliens running around Earth isn't something that helps him sleep at night. Even though New York wasn't as much of a disaster as it could've been, as it was supposed to be, the fact of the matter is that aliens, mother-loving, honest-to-God aliens were in New York. Even if it was ET, Remy probably wouldn't be entirely happy about it.
Las Vegas casinos. The Strip, realistically, should be a veritable gold mine for Remy. He feels as though he's earned the right to an easy income... And the casinos of Las Vegas certainly don't agree. The joints there have years of experience dealing with counters and cheaters of all stripes, and recently they've taken anti-mutant steps too. More than one of them have banned Remy from ever setting foot inside of them again, let alone gambling there. It's a bit of a sore spot for him, and he's determined to rectify it at some point, but for now he's resigned to just stay away from the desert city.
Poor sports. Sure, he might've stolen from you, or cheated when playing with you, or just been a dick about something, but getting all upset about it isn't going to help anybody, least of all you. His laid-back attitude doesn't really mesh well with people who don't let things go, and if you can't laugh at yourself, you really can't laugh at anything, so he figures that if people can't handle his jokes (even when it's stealing, which is ... sort of a joke) they're just plain too uptight.
Churches. Say what you will, but in his experience a church is someplace where rich people go to stop feeling guilty, and where poor people go to get suckered into hoping. He and the clergymen never saw eye-to-eye growing up (partially because of them constantly trying to put him in a home, and him constantly trying to avoid just that), and truth be told he still doesn't agree with most religious folk. So long as they keep their opinions to themselves he's happy to keep his "live and let live" policy, but he'll still avoid a church like he's the Devil himself.
Human purists. Generally Remy really does try to avoid judging others, or at least voicing or acting upon those judgments. The fact that there are really people out there who believe he's less of a person because he's not exactly 100% normal human, bothers him. It more than just bothers him, it pisses him off. He's been told time and again that if he just gives it time the movements and petitions and bills will go away and people will be more accepting, but the fact that the future will be better doesn't help the now.
Easy to please. Remy's tastes can definitely stray into the expensive, but they're still pretty simple at the heart of it all. He just likes to live in a nice place, not worry about having a steady job, driving a fast car... These are the things that matter to him. Even when those things aren't a possibility, he's still happy just to have a clean place to stay, food to eat, and clothes to wear. If his childhood taught him anything, it's to appreciate the little things.
Adaptable. When Darwin came up with 'survival of the fittest', there's a possibility he came up with it with Remy in mind. He's a hard guy to kill, and an even harder guy to put down. Generally he finds the silver lining of any cloud - even if he has to make it himself. He'll survive wherever you put him, and given time he'll even thrive. The only thing stopping him from becoming everything he wants to be... Is himself, really. If it weren't for his complete inability to handle responsibility well, he'd be a very successful young man.
Good friend. Note - this isn't loyalty. Remy isn't necessarily the type of guy you want to trust. But he does make a good friend. He's willing to help you out, do what he can to get you out of the tight spot you managed to wedge yourself into... But he's also willing to metaphorically stab you in the back if you leave him unattended for too long. He does have his limits, and if he truly trusts you then you won't find a better friend in the world. But until you graduate from 'friends' to 'best friends', you better keep an eye on your stuff if you ask him to help you move - and you should ask him, because he'll show up to help you, no matter how busy he might have been.
Pragmatic. He isn't cut-throat, generally speaking, but a guy has to be practical when he grew up with nothing and wants to avoid returning to having nothing. There isn't much room for values on the streets. Now that he's off of them, more or less, Remy does have that luxury a lot of the time, but he doesn't have issues setting it aside most of the time if it means making money or getting something very nice and shiny. That is, he won't kill someone, or screw someone over without cause, but your money in your bank, supposedly safe and sound? That's fair game. Your wallet or purse, just asking to be stolen? That's fair game. He also isn't afraid to cut his losses. It's happened more than once, people catching onto his trail, and when that does happen he's willing to just let anything and everything he has in his bank at that point go.
Responsibility-phobia. Don't put Remy in charge of getting something done by a deadline. He'll play nice with others, he'll be loyal, he just won't be responsible for whatever you try to make him responsible for.
Incorrigible. Though he'd like to count it as a strength, the truth of the matter is that very little in Remy's life has done anything to reward him for following the rules and being a good little boy. He expects people to try and scam him or otherwise screw him over, and acts accordingly. Trust isn't something that he grants easily, and he doesn't have ethical guidelines against stabbing someone in the back (usually metaphorically) if he thinks that they're getting ready to betray him in any fashion. "Look out for numero uno" is his life motto, and it makes it difficult for him to operate with a team. Any attempts he's ever made to change his way of thinking has failed miserably, and in the end, Remy will always be this way, no matter how many times he screws himself over with this mindset.
Need to beat the odds. While he would never call it an addiction, the truth is that Remy's probably little too fond of gambling. He cheats in almost any game, which helps his odds considerably, but since he has a habit of betting on the longshot, that isn't necessarily a guarantee to win at all. In fact, his preference for longshots has gotten him into more than one tight spot throughout his life, and no doubt it'll keep getting him into trouble until the day he dies.
His ego. He isn't about to beat someone down because they insult his good looks or his name, but if there's something he can't pass up, it's a challenge. Remy loves a challenge. The whole saying, "quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach," isn't true at all for him. Well, it's partially true, but the even quicker way is to bet him that he can't do something. Bet him that he can't break into somewhere, and he'll make it his life's mission to break into that location. Betting him that he can't do something is the quickest way to get him to do it. When he knows something is for certain, completely and totally impossible, he might turn down the bet, but even then it's possible he'll take it just to make sure it really is impossible. If he pulls it off, well, he'll make sure everyone knows.
Get rich. Thieving, cheating, and so on, have made him pretty wealthy already. At least he isn't going hungry anymore. But to a kid who was born with nothing, having money to blow on silly things will never be something he's used to. He's lost his stash and had to start over more than once, and no doubt it's something that'll happen again, but he's determined to gather as much wealth as possible, just to have it.
Retire. Step two of the two-part plan. Remy sees himself retiring to be old and rich on a beach someplace - preferably where there's attractive women and good turtle soup. With his spending habits and tendency to lose money as quickly and easily as he gets it, this isn't likely to happen in the next sixty years.
Responsibility. Call it clichéd (he does), but nothing scares him more than the idea of being tied down to one place, having to pay bills and hold a steady, normal job. The idea of marriage gives him heartburn, the idea of paying a mortgage makes him faint, and the idea of kids gives him hives. Settling down is definitely not something that he wants to do, or sees himself doing ever in the future. Even the idea of being responsible for a pet is enough to give him pause. The jobs he's held that aren't related to cheating, lying, and stealing lasted a few weeks at the longest. Stable and responsible just isn't him, and when he has to be, he hates it, does it poorly, and gets the Hell out of Dodge as quickly as possible.
Few people personify the laid-back bayou vibe as well as Remy. He's a drifter through-and-through, not content unless he's doing something new every few weeks. A childhood spent not having enough, and stealing and lying to get what little he had, has taught him that the world isn't a kind place - so generally speaking, he isn't an overly kind person. He puts himself first, middle, and last. That being said, his flippant attitude towards life in general results in sudden, unprompted acts of generosity and charity. So long as it doesn't hurt him (physically, mentally, or financially), he's more than happy to give a helping hand to those who need it. That, in general, is also his approach to life. After taking care of himself, he's willing to treat the world at large rather magnanimously.
Trust doesn't come easy to Remy. His entire life has lead up to the lesson of "trust no one," and he hasn't been able to let that lesson go easily, even as a grown man in an entirely different situation than the one he grew up in. One of his mottos (he has several) is "if you can take it, you deserve it." This is what allowed him as a young child to be able to ignore the guilt associated with breaking the law, taking something that wasn't his. Now he uses it as justification to do whatever he feels like doing. So long as he isn't caught, there isn't anything to be guilty about. And, of course, when he is caught he's perfectly remorseful... Until he escapes, or otherwise removes himself from the presence of authority figures.
The people that Remy does trust are few in number; all told, you wouldn't even need two full hands to count that high. But once you manage to somehow convince him you deserve his trust, you've got a friend for life. He isn't afraid to drop literally everything and do whatever he can to help you - he's done it before for the people he cares about. The betrayal of his trust, however, results in a hatred that will, eventually, result in you getting paid back in full for whatever damage you cause him. To a certain extent this is true of anyone who screws him over. He prides himself on his sportsmanship, but there's a limit to what's sportsmanlike, and what's just insulting. And, if there's anything that he can't stand, it's an insult.
New Orleans, Louisiana
Jean-Luc LeBeau ;; adoptive father
Birth parents are unknown.
Henri LeBeau ;; adoptive brother
N/A; he's screwed around, but isn't the type to stay in one place long enough to have more than a one-night-stand.
Remy Etienne was born a perfectly healthy baby boy. Perfectly healthy, with perhaps one exception - his eyes. Black scleras and burning-red irises marked him from birth as a mutant, marked him as different. For his parents, different wasn't acceptable. Or maybe it was just his mother, all alone in the hospital, having been handed a baby with "the Devil's eyes", who made the decision to just leave him there. He didn't know why he was given up, what lead up to him being left alone in the hospital... What he did know was what he had been told by the people he considered his family.
At a few weeks old, he was stolen from the hospital he had been born in. Jean-Luc LeBeau, leader of a group of thieves in New Orleans, was given the baby by a concerned nurse. Though his initial reaction was to ask what the mother-loving Hell he was supposed to do with a brand-new baby, in time he became the father that Remy had been denied at birth. Jean-Luc taught the red-eyed child at first more by accident than by design; his own child, Henri, was near the same age as Remy, and the boy had a habit of passing on what his father taught him to his playmate. Eventually Jean-Luc broke down and took the mutant child on, first as a student, then as a second son. As Jean-Luc accepted him, so did the other thieves that he 'ruled' over.
Remy might have not grown up with a mother, but he found a father in Jean-Luc, and dozens of aunts and uncles in the men and women that worked for him. It was far from a normal childhood, but he would never have asked for anything different. He enjoyed learning about thieving and conning, loved the card tricks, street magic, and bayou secrets that his aunts and uncles knew, and would teach him about if he nagged them enough. There were times when it was hard, times when he was cold and hungry and had outgrown his clothing months before, but those times always seemed to pale in comparison to the good times.
Things became difficult when his power manifested itself around his eighth birthday. His 'family' was a superstitious lot, and while it was one thing to accept the color of his eyes, it was another to deal with a little boy who had a tendency of making things explode when he dropped them. He was family, though, so they put up with the years spent getting a hold on his powers, learning how to use them to his advantage.
Eventually, inevitably, Remy was caught while stealing. He was twelve, and after getting caught he was sent to an orphanage. At first it seemed like a good deal; a warm meal and place to sleep, other boys his age... But then the rules came, and the chastisements, and the comments of his atrocious accent and his lacking education. The promise of lessons and being taught manners and having to eat properly and so on was more than enough to convince him to leave the orphanage.
It wasn't the first time that Remy was caught - and it wouldn't be the last. As he got older, better at what he did, the times he got caught steadily decreased. Of course, the punishments for when he did get caught became harsher. Finally it came to the point where Jean-Luc forbade him from his old tricks. Remy's days as a street urchin were over. Instead his adoptive father put him to work doing 'real' thievery. His abilities allowed him to work well on his own, and his talent for bullshitting his way out of bad situations definitely helped. Things were going smoothly enough.
Then, when he was about twenty, wanderlust hit Remy hard. His restlessness and quick temper eventually lead to Jean-Luc more or less throwing him out. In an act of tough love he told the young mutant to get the "fire out of his blood" before he drove the entire family crazy. It was, in the patriarch's opinion, a good learning experience for the kid. Remy disagreed at first, but then he learnt how to better rely on himself. Wandering agreed with him. He liked the feel of falling asleep on a bus only to wake up to find himself at a totally new place. There was plenty to hate about travelling, but there was also plenty to love - and he had always been more of an optimist than a pessimist.
Through his travels, he also made a bit of a name for himself. Few people could handle cards better than he could, his abilities meant that few places were truly closed to him, and for those that tried to take advantage of him, they found themselves flat on their butts in record time. Remy was not someone to be messed with, but he also made sure that he was the one people sought out when they needed a safe busted open, or an item stolen, or a con preformed.
The downside to having made a name for himself, of course, was that people of the law enforcement persuasion started noticing. A lifetime of running from the police meant that Remy stayed ahead of the cops - most of the time. His willingness to part with his accrued funds helped him stay ahead, but each time they caught up they got closer. Now he's usually skating by on his coattails. He's aware that something's gonna give, and soon, but as of right now Remy's simply enjoying life the only way he knows how - with plenty of gambling and risks.
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