King Jeremy The Wicked

[izuvysu]

At home, drawing pictures of mountain tops
With him on top lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a 'V'
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that Mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the Wicked... oh, ruled his world...
Jeremy spoke in class today...

Clearly, I remember pickin' on the boy,
Seemed a harmless little f**k
Ooh, but we unleashed a lion...
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady’s breast...
How can I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin’...ooh, dropped wide open
Just like the day...oh, like the day I heard

Daddy didn’t give affection, no...
And the boy was something that Mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy the Wicked...oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today...
Woo...
Try to forget this...try to forget this...
Try to erase this...try to erase this...
from the blackboard...

Jeremy spoke in class today...
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in...
Jeremy spoke in class today...
Woo...
Woooooohhh...spoke in, spoke in...
Woooooohhh...uh huh, uh huh...

Jeremy- Pearl Jam

Character Name: Jeremy Danvers
Name I Want To Be Called: Jeremy
Nicknames: Jer
Race: Lycanthrope
Grade: 12th
Age: 19
Birthday: June 6, 1987
History: Jeremy’s history is not well-known, and rarely talked about. This is what we do know, however:
Jeremy grew up, raised by his uncle and scorned by his father. His mother (dead since the day of his birth) was a witch who had seduced his father so that they would create the ultimate mix: lycanthrope and witch. Once the father discovered this, however, he killed the mother and almost killed Jeremy, but his brother stopped him before he could. Sadly, he didn't get many benefits from this mix. The most he can do is communicate with people when they're asleep. Since then, Jeremy lived with his uncle and his father, but rarely got attention from either of them. He excelled in school from a young age, though he rarely talked. One of his best subjects was art. But now, he moved out of his house to live here and has completely cut himself off from his family.
Important Relationships: None to speak of on the boards.
Mannerisms: Jeremy's very quiet and doesn't talk in public much. He doesn't have many habits, other than scratching the side of his head and rapping his fingers on tables when he gets bored or upset.
Fears/Dislikes: Jeremy dislikes really public places or having to interact with people he doesn't want to. He doesn't really fear anything, other than his father.
Likes: Painting, music, reading
Hobbies: Art, reading classical literature, running
Music: Lynard Skynard, Nine Inch Nails, Puddle of Mudd, Queen, The Troggs, Beatles, Bob Marley, Guns n' Roses, Van Halen, Rob Zombie
Appearance: Jeremy has shaggy black hair, a black beard, and is almost Asian-looking, though he looks much more Caucasian. He's not tremendously tall (he only stands at about 6'0") and isn't very buff, but still has natural muscle.
Personality: Quiet, introvert, smart, distant, nice when you get to know him.
Sample RP intro: The apartment was a mess. Papers and canvas was spread everywhere along the floor, walls, and furniture. Not to mention the gobs of paint that lay in buckets, cans, and even ashtrays around the room, and in the middle of the havoc, perched on top of a stool, sat Jeremy. The young man was mixing the paint furiously, ignoring the splatters that speckled his face, and stabbing the paint onto the canvas.

The scene was simple, yet elaborate. Dark, nearly black, trees outlined the rims of the canvas, and inside a small grove, barely visible, stood a woman, her back to the viewer, in her naked glory, a wolf at her side and a freshly-killed deer at her feet. Blood stained her hands and she already had one foot in a stream to wash off the crimson liquid.

Finally satisfied, Jeremy lowered his brush and wiped his face with the back of his arm, smearing the paint that had rested there like multi-colored sweat drops.

In the background, a slow guitar played. The unmistakable voice of Lynard Skynard sang in the background “Simple Kind of Man” and Jeremy hummed along. He was never a good singer, but since no one was around, he didn’t concern himself with anyone overhearing.

“THERE IS SOMEONE UP ABOVE!” he said, raising his arms up over his head and closing his eyes.

Maybe living on your own at so young drove people crazy…

Celebrity Playby: Scott Cohen.

[Cain Jiovanni]

I must say, I luv the rp sample. Painting, very rock-ish [that's my -new- word by the way].
But we still gotta see what Tala thinks.

[Cain Jiovanni]

Tala gave the okay, she said she meant to post it on here last night but she had to go to church.

[Cain Jiovanni]

Oh and that she liked it as well.^-^

[izuvysu]

Whoot, then. S'about time.

[Cain Jiovanni]

Sorry, I'm a bit slow. As is Tala.