Post by Jeremy Willicker on Dec 10, 2010 10:55:42 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Remy
How many years roleplaying?: 7
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Jeremy Willicker
Age: 23
Hometown: New Haven, Conn
Current Location: Somewhere in North Carolina
Bio:
Jeremy was born in, what had to be, the dullest town in Connecticut. Sure, there were frat parties cause there was a huge Ivy League university right down the street, but seeing as he was only five when he realized this he couldn't exactly party the night away.
Jeremy's life was uneventful for the most part. His parents were professors at Yale. His mother, an art enthusiast and his father a chemist and doctor, they were on his case to study and excel---so they wouldn't look bad of course. Jeremy did do well in school, but he spent a large amount of his time pranking other kids, playing sports and just being a kid. He was twelve when he found his first true love---acting.
Theater was his life. Whenever there was an audition he would practice endlessly before auditioning. Like many young actors, he wasn't placed in every cast, but that did not diminish his love for the art. If anything it made him try harder.
It was no surprise to his parents that, when he graduated from high school 6 years later, he decided he didn't want to go to college. No, he wanted to act. And not just any acting. He wanted to act in New York City, be on Broadway.
His friends, theater buffs too, urged him to do it. They joined in too and together, in his mom's old van, they traveled to the big city with stars in their eyes. They were going to be famous.
Reality had different plans for them all.
A year later, Jeremy had only managed to start college at NYU. His father had given him an ultimatum. Go to college or find a job to support himself. Obviously the easiest choice was to go to college. There was no way he was going to pay for the rent in a Manhattan apartment on his own.
He was a struggling theater major for the next three years. He did get cast as the main lead in several campus productions during his years at NYU and even had his picture and 'story' told in the paper. His largest accomplishment by far was being part of a huge billboard in Time Square. His friends still talk about that until this day.
After graduation, Jeremy got an internship working at a small theater company in the Bronx. The place was small and not in the best part of town, but the actors that walked through its doors were amazing. He met some amazing people that way.
It was during this time that he met Emmy Robin. He hit on her as soon as they met, but their chemistry, although strong, was more brother-sister. He asked her to room with him and he couldn't be more happy when she agreed.
When all the chaos began, Jeremy was just beginning to prepare for a small comedy show in Brooklyn. The first person he thought about was Emmy. Getting her out of the city was his first priority. After packing up what they could, he and Emmy hit the road, getting as far away from the city as they could. His parents had taken refuge at a friends house in the country. That was the last he heard from them.
Friends came and went during their travels and one too many times he came close to losing his own life at the hands of a walker. Atlanta, that's where everyone said was safe. He didn't believe the rumors, but he had to trust them. He didn't want to be alone. Nothing could have prepared him for losing everything he knew.
When Jeremy was torn from his friends he panicked. Anyone would right? He fought, he ran, but nothing he did was enough. Finally he had to hide and, when the coast was clear, he returned to their 'hide out' to find that he'd been left behind.
With nothing but the clothes on his back, Jeremy began the journey to Atlanta on his own. He's currently in North Carolina in the middle of country lands and farms.
Likes:
- Warmth
- Joking around
- Green apples
- Hot showers
- Not being hungry
- Cuddling (though he'll never admit it)
Dislikes:
- Walkers
- Being alone
- Death
- People who think he has all of the answers
- Weakness
- Loud noises
Strengths:
- Calming others down
- Finding solutions to problems
- Resourceful
- Livening the mood
- His strength. He's in good shape
Weaknesses:
- Women
- Relating to other people
- Admitting that he's wrong
- Children
Anything Else?
Although he was raised mostly in New Haven, Jeremy's parents are English. Jeremy has a thick English accent that doesn't seem to be fading.
Jeremy was separated from his group before they left North Carolina. He was the leader of the New York group up until this point.
Roleplay Sample:
Jeremy's face scrubbed up against the rough brick. The rock embedded into his skin, leaving an imprint he was sure would take weeks to fade away. His eyes watered and his skin burned as he was pressed even further into the wall.
"Don't say a word," a man hissed into his ear. Jeremy squeezed his eyes closed, grunting softly as the man kneed him in the back. Gently he let the handle of the bag in his hands slip to the ground.
"Where are you hiding your stash?"
He pressed his lips together, breathing in and out deeply in an attempt to catch the breath that had just been knocked out of him.
"Answer me, bitch!"
"Oh, so now I can speak?" He snapped. He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. The man punched him in the side, causing him to cry out in agony.
"Shut up. I saw those people you were with. Where are they going?" Jeremy lifted his shoulders, deciding it was best not to speak.
"Don't fucking lie to me."
"I don't, okay. They left without me."
"Then no one will miss you?" The large man growled. His crew laughed. Jeremy would have flipped them all off if he could have moved his arms.
Behind his head he heard a gun cock. This was it. Shit! Where was a saint when you needed one? Closing his eyes, preparing to be shot, he was shocked when the grip on his back loosened.
"Fuck, man. SHIT!! Move, move, move!"
Trembling from head to toe, Jeremy turned and watched as the man, who had just been holding him to the wall, was mauled by a walker. Her teeth sank into his neck. The sound of crunching bone sent chills down his spine.
A saint? Not exactly, but it would do. Jeremy grabbed his bag from the ground and ran as far and as fast as he could down the street. He didn't look back.
