Post by Amber “Remmy” Sweet on Jul 24, 2013 22:58:18 GMT -8
Sweet, Amber R.
Amber Remington Sweet Twenty-One Caucasian Stage hand at Disney Homosexual Play/Screen writing and Visual Communications with a Minor in: Public Relations Time through the rain has set me free, HEIGHT: 5'9 WEIGHT: 158 APPEARANCE: Amber is well toned, being one to take care of his body he works out at the gym every other day and starts his morning with a bottle of water, a run, and a big breakfast at the school’s dining facilities. If there was one thing that was said about Amber, was his charming smile. It failed to hold a single hint of malice or deceit. His hair was cut fairly short, typically styled and his fashion was always well kempt. He carried himself with an air of confidence, but failed to convey arrogance. He was the guy who stood tall without being intimidating and once in conversation you’d melt away in his eyes. This wasn’t to say Amber didn’t have his casual days, he did love his workout getup and his sweatpants. Whatever the situation called for he did try to dress appropriate. Sands of time will keep your memory, LIKES:
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OVERALL: Amber, though he doesn't flaunt his sexuality he does not keep it under lock and key. Most of his friends would say, they had no idea Remmy was gay, had he not told them and that he 'completely flew under their gaydar.' Of course he laughed and smiled, shrugging it off. No matter to him, if he was on or off anyone's radar. If you asked, he'd give you a simple yes with a shrug, no news to him right? Amber or “Remmy” really is your typical chip off the block. He loves to help people and it ales him to see such hate and spite in the world. He was raised to treat others as you would be treated. When someone acted poorly towards you, never lash out—because you don’t know why they’re doing it. There is a reason for everything, he believes. But he also believes science plays a marvelous part in this world. Formula is no substitute for beauty. Computer can create wonders but the art of the hand is never to be toiled with. If left to himself, without a doubt the history channel, cartoon network, Disney channel, or Turner Classic Movies would be on. Why not celebrate all wakes of life? The serious, the classic, and the joyous, they all had their draws and would certainly pass for background noise or a good watch. He had become accustomed to sleeping with the television on, as a teen (once upon a time) he had needed it to sleep. Keeping to himself he found enjoyment in watching others—he had a few books on body language as well. Not that he wasn’t a socialite. Like anything in life, there was just a balance to it. Some days he’d be in the crowd laughing and cheering, others he’d be sitting on a bench with a pencil and sketch book in hand. Always look on the Brightside of life, because we were down too often. Was his philosophy. Every friend he met was a new story waiting to be told and a new chapter to be added to his book. Alive within your beatless heart, HISTORY: Amber had a humble upbringing—is what he’d like to say. His father was a researcher, an archeologist often away on work and his mother a fashion editor for a magazine. One could say while his home was lavish and luxurious it was not where the heart was. The one whose hand he brought him up, was his grandmothers—widowed at a young age. She told her grandson countless stories of her husband’s time on the silver screen. She shared with him many stories and details of the films they watched. He loved his Nana. A part of him died, when his grandmother passed before she saw him graduate. The only person who cared to correct his school work, show up to his plays, and band concerts. She who knew he was being bullied and told him “It’s okay to love whoever makes you happy. It’s not okay to let someone else control your life and stop you from smiling.” Amber never walked across the stage for his graduation. Instead he sat in the audience, clapping for his friends, supporting them. Why did he choose to refuse to walk? He feared the silence when hearing his name. In the crowd, it was much easier to be surrounded by the cheers and pretend his nana was beside him, holding his hand. Landcaster had been his last choice. It was so far away, he couldn’t leave his poor frail Nana home alone, she needed him just as much he needed her. Once that changed, so did his school order. Despite getting into his first, second, third, and fourth choice…He decided to go to the fifth. He had to go as far from home as possible. From New York to California, he left the parents who had their cell phones on at the old woman’s funeral. Damn them. Nothing made him so bitter. He never felt such hatred. He had to leave; Nana wouldn’t want him to swim in the darkness. Freshman year had been hard, depressed still at the loss of the woman who was like a mother to him. He hardly visited with his classmates and did anything outside of what was required. That summer however, something in him had changed, once he went on a cruise by himself—the TCM cruise mind you. He felt a burden lift from his shoulders and a light before his eyes. Sophomore year suddenly Landcaster realized there was a boy named Amber, who also responded to Remmy. He participated in many cancer fundraisers as the treasurer. Suddenly the campus saw that charming smile that once had been hidden away. |
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