Unlike his employer, Remy was born into anything but a life of luxury. His entire childhood was spent on the streets, fighting tooth and nail to survive without the help of a mother who cared more about her next hit than him and a father he'd never met. Young Remy was possessed of courage and an iron will, as well as a predatory pragmatism that let him climb the ladder of power in the local gangs. Unlike many other leaders, though, he didn't revel in his power or waste his money on drugs and extravagances. Rather, informed by his years of survival, he played it smart and pessimistic, always planning for the worst.
His cool head was noticed by the organized crime element in the city and he was advanced up through the higher echelons of the criminal structure. It was here that he met Baptiste and the two immediately saw in each other men of their own cloth. They have been working together ever since, with Garcia dealing with the business aspects and Remy watching his back and handling the 'unpleasant' side of the trade. Never one to indulge himself, Remy's kept his women distant and his spending tight. When his boss got sick, though, things changed. He had no plans for the future, but was comfortable in the life he had. He didn't want to give it up. Furthermore, he didn't want to lose the man he trusted, the closest person he had to a friend.
It is little surprise, then, that he immediately agreed to go with Garcia when he made his discrete escape to New Orleans and it didn't take long for him to adjust to his boss' new condition. It also didn't take long for him to decide that he wanted to join him. Never one to revel in the benefits of life, he saw no reason to hold onto it. The benefits of unlife, however, offered much. In time, he was able to convince Garcia that he would be more useful Embraced and that he wouldn't miss the life he would lose.
True to his word, he really hasn't missed it. Sex and drugs never appealed to him much and food was always something to live off of, not something to enjoy. His new form, however, gives him strength and unerring health and has stopped the slow decline that middle age was promising. He is perfectly happy to spend eternity in his comfortable position as the right hand man of Garcia. He has also enjoyed pitting himself against more worthwhile foes than he had met previously. Particularly the Setites, of whose ghouls he's already killed three with his high powered rifle for stealing a shipment of his boss' merchandise. This has greatly upset Argyle (who they worked for) and the two have something of rivalry, though to be fair, Remy considers the matter settled. The shipment for the three goons was a fair trade, to his way of thinking. However, he is too cynical to think that Argyle will let it lie at that and is savoring the man's attempt at retribution.
Remy is a survivor, in every sense of the word. Nothing he does is out of simple personal pleasure or motivated by anything but necessity. He does take some enjoyment from proving his skill, to himself and to his employer (he still refuses to think of it in terms of sire). Otherwise, though, he is as professional and businesslike as the latter. In him, however, it comes off as colder. He is capable of great violence, but only when it is needed. When it is, though, he doesn't hestitate, and this is very apparent to anyone who talks to him.
Remy trusts his employer and no other. Experience has taught him not to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. The only reason Garcia is held in such high esteem is that he has earned it over many years. No other is liable to join him in the ranks of those Remy holds in high esteem, at least not among the manipulative ranks of the kindred. He is on decent terms with the other Lasombra, though he only really respects Delacroix. Malena he finds sickening and wonders how she's ever lasted so long (and doubts what he's heard of her years), and Chandra he finds too dishonorable, too manipulative to trust. The same is true of the Serpents, though he feels a certain kinship with Jacques Paris.
He shares Garcia's fondness for Beranger, as well as his repugnance at the Krewe of Rex and their associates. He doesn't, however, ignore the Samedi quite as much as his boss. He worries about these kindred who just watch and gather information and bide their time. However, he is paid to be paranoid and Baptiste appreciates it (he probably wouldn't allow himself the luxury of not worrying about them if he didn't know Remy was). He also is a bit more informed about sect politics and firmly sides with the Sabbat. The Camarilla is just a bit too traditional, a bit too 'old money' for his taste.
He also has the growing respect for Lafitte that Garcia does, though he's actually seen the man. In several short reconnisance missions to Galveston and Lake Charles, just to get the feel of the man's operations, he's learned quite a bit about him and respects the almost ascetic life he leads. He is wary of him, though, as an opponent. Enemies one can respect aren't less dangerous, they are more so.