Romulus “Rome” Remington
DOB: January 3, 1983
Age: 22 (begin 2005)
Sex: Yes.
Ethnicity: American
Weight: 160
Height: 6’
Hair: light brown/dark blonde
Eyes: mischievous gray-green
Build: Athletic, "showy" muscle, but noticeable beer gut
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Profession: Former Marine Lance Corporal
Portrayed by: Chris Evans
Theme song: Veteran of the Psychic Wars, BÖC
Appearance:
Rome to his friends, which includes most people he meets even casually, dresses, looks, and behaves like a stud. He is the popular guy, exuding charm and exuberance. He wears sensible but fashionable and expensive jeans and shoes, and name brand watches and sunglasses, and owns a plethora of colorful, witty t-shirts. He usually stands out in a crowd, but is surprisingly capable of flying under the radar when he wants to.
Personality:
He has a strong, fun-loving personality, a bit loud and over-the-top, with a definite geek-streak, but highly likeable. He loves people in general, loves girls a lot, likes playing video games and listens to techno and dance club music. He loves food, fast cars, and generally loves life. He’s the brunt of everyone’s teasing, but secretly everybody likes him a lot. His best friend is his brother (Rome has too many friends to be close to any one of them), and they rely heavily on each other’s strengths. Rome may seem like the “older brother” of the two, but in fact Raws does most of the leading from the shadows. It was Raws’ idea to go into the Marines, and Rome followed. Rome just appears to be the leader because he does most of the talking.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
He is a “face” guy first, ready to talk him and his team out of trouble (he got lots of practice talking him and his brother out of groundings as a kid), a tech/computer guy second (he was training to be a Tech Officer), and a fighter third (he can hold his own in a fight, but Raws and most other hunters could take him 9 times out of 10). He is also a budding telepath/psychic, and sometimes gets helpful premonitions regarding the supernatural. However, this is also a great weakness: Rome seems to be a wifi hotspot for the supernatural. Premonitions tend to leak into his brain at inopportune moments, leaving killer headaches and sometimes inducing unconsciousness. It doesn’t appear to take much for Rome to fall under hypnosis or be possessed or controlled by a supernatural force, which puts a huge strain on his protective brother. Can be used as a convenient plot device to introduce information, allow a bad guy monologue through, etc. This is basically Romey's MO (language warning I think):
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"I swear to God, Raws! For the last time, dude, I did
not steal your toothbrush!"
"Then why was it with your crap, genius?"
"Because you almost forgot it in Charleston, numbskull, and I remembered it for you! A little gratitude, man! Just because there's little pieces of candy in it—"
"I didn't say anything about candy.”
“Oh.” Rome gulped. “Uh. Didn’t you?”
Rome was definitely pretty sure he was the only one in their fireteam who managed to bring along a bag of peanut M&Ms on the training run.
Rome displayed his signature charm-my-way-out-of-trouble smile, but it never worked on his brother, who settled for cuffing him on the back of the head and snatching his toothbrush back.
As soon as Rawson had disappeared, Romulus settled back on his haunches next to the fire with his melting M&M’s and enjoyed the growing night. Sure, it was hot as hell in—wherever they were, the Appalachians somewhere—and he hadn’t showered in about a week, but he was having the time of his life. Playing Marines with his brother, meeting the local girls, playing with guns, getting to test out some really sick tech like smart missiles and stuff: epic. Life couldn’t possibly get any better. Okay, sure, his parents could buy him that Bugatti Veyron for Christmas this year, but that was unlikely—mainly because they’d have to get Rawson one, too, they said—story of his life—so he wasn’t exactly counting on it.
After star-gazing for a bit, checking the hockey scores on his iPad, briefly snapping to attention and spouting some BS to the Corporal about what the fuss had been about, polishing off the M&Ms, and rinsing his mouth out with a mouthful of Chivas Regal from his flask—okay, yeah, so he’d forgotten his own toothbrush, what was the big deal? It wasn’t like they’d never shared a toothbrush growing up—Rome turned towards bed.
Which was nothing more than a tent shared with his brother, and a military-issue sleeping bag which provided zero warmth and even less back support, but it was home for now.
“Permission to enter the Bat-Cave?” he grinned.
“Shut up,” was the not-quite-as-venomous-as-it-sounded reply.
Rome laughed appreciatively and zipped himself inside. Raws could always make him laugh: funny how he never made anyone else laugh, but whatever. Maybe Rome was the only one who understood his brother’s sense of humor. He chuckled again as he unrolled his bed and proceeded to remove his boots. After a moment of silence,
“Yeah, so I am kinda sorry about the toothbrush, dude.”
“You will be.”
“Ha-ha!” Yeah, Raws was definitely a funny guy.