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Username: [
Erubeus]
Name: Jerimiah
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Birthplace: Europe; Germany
Birthdate: July 25, 1988
Appearance: Jerimiah's body is very toned and looks like it had been made from chiseled rock from previous events. He stands at about 5'11" with a tannish skin and a large torso, normal for a man his age. His face is a bit angular and stern; a row of markings run down the left of his face starting at his temple, ending at his jugular vein. On the right of his face lie a few markings of kanji. First highest to his eye stands for love, second nearest his nose stands for happiness, and last nearest his ear stands for freedom. These are the three things most everyone wants, including him.
His eyes are two different colors, his right is a piercing green and his left a blue as cold as ice. His hair is a dirty blonde which he keeps nice and short in the back but lets the bangs grow past his face and chin. It's just always been his thing. His chest consists of many names and symbols he has carved into himself which mark his sins and the people he's hurt or killed. Around his waist is a chained 'collar' forced onto him by his Family, the family's initial hanging off a segment of the chain along with the word 'dog' hanging from another segment.
He always wears a pair of steel-toed boots that he tucks his pant legs into; the chain around his waist; and a pair of black gloves, that end at the base of his fingers.
Personality: He occasionally will strike up a conversation with a kid, but this is only when he's in a good mood or is forced to. Around other teens and/or adults, Jerimiah couldn't be friendlier. He is stern though if someone gets too out of line with him or disrespect him or his friends in any way shape or form. So I guess you could say, just your average teen, stubborn but easy to like...
History: Jerimiah was moved to this neighborhood for one reason, it was cheap and livable. He could care less either way, he doesn't care much for people anyways. He is friendly, but couldn't care less.
He grew up in a small town, but the neighborhood's financing cause major taxing, major pay, and higher bankruptcy cases. His parents moved him to this place because of the nrighborhood, they thought it was nice and thought it wouldn't kill their wallets...That
’s pretty much all you need to know about him, 'cept that he is a gang member, was...a gang member back in Germany. He was the leader of his gang, one of the meanest, yet nicest.
No he resides in the Drago gang, not quite leader, but still back at home in his "family".
Pet: A pet Anaconda
Strengths: His ability to be able to think quickly in stressful situations, and his ability to control snakes with ease.
Weakness: Always wants to fight people that get on his nerves.
Other: Is aroused by adrenalin rushes and random adrenalin bursts. (Ex. Cheering at a football game = random adrenalin bursts, Fighting = adrenalin rushes.)
Name: Jerimiah
Username: [Erubeus]
Age: Early 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance/Description: Jerimiah's body is very toned and looks like it had been made from chiseled rock from previous events. He stands at about 5'11" with a tanish skin and a large torso, normal for a man his age. His face is a bit angular and stern; a row of markings run down the left of his face starting at his temple, ending at his jugular vein. On the right of his face lie a few markings of kanji. First highest to his eye stands for love, second nearest his nose stands for happiness, and last nearest his ear stands for freedom. These are the three things most everyone wants, including him.
His eyes burn with the desire to be free once more, to kill the Realians who own him. His eyes are two different colors, his right is a piercing green and his left a blue as cold as ice. His hair is a dirty blonde which he keeps nice and short in the back but lets the bangs grow past his face and chin. It's just always been his thing. His chest consists of many names and symbols he has carved into himself which mark his sins and the people he's hurt or killed. Around his left bicep, his stronger arm, is a whip which has been ensnared into his arm, the whip was like that of a barbed-wire whip which his hosts used on him frequently for not obeying them. Around his waist is a chained 'collar' forced onto him by his Host Family, the family's initial hanging off a segment of the chain along with the word 'dog' hanging from another segment. He tries every night to rip it from his skin but the chain has been joined with his cells and tissue by the family, making it damn near impossible to remove it.
His clothing consists of: a pair of fitted black pants that keep him warm during the night but cool in the humidity; a pair of steel-toed boots that he tucks his pant legs into; the chain around his wiast; and a pair of black gloves, with metal plated knuckles, that end at the base of his fingers. He is occasionally granted protection for his torso by his Host Family, but he never takes it.
Personality: Around any sort of Raelian he is bound to be very irritable and grouchy but he shows his respects, for what other being could've enslaved such a being as himself or the others? He occasionally will strike up a conversation with one, but this is only when he's in a good mood or is forced to. Around other human 'pets', Jerimiah couldn't be friendlier. He is stern though if someone gets too out of line with him or disrespect him or his friends in any way shape or form. So I guess you could say, just your average adult, stubborn...
Weapons of Choice: He rather sticks with weapons such as the whip ensnared in his muscle tissue, or any other type of blade. He hates guns.
History: Upon arriving at the planet, Jerimiah suffered a severe concussion to his spine. He had gotten into a dispute with some other humans and took a few too many blows to the spinal cord leading up to a concussion. He remembers not why he's there, remembers not how he even got there, or what had happened before they got there. It's as if a total part of his life was erased because he can't remember it at all. The only things he happened to remember were his name, age, and species.
Jerimiah became enslaved not too long after he had blacked out, he and the rest had been taken captive and/or killed by the Raelians. He was still blacked out when the beasts came and taken them away, only to wake up in a strange place with strange figures over him. He has been trying to plan escapes ever since then, but everytime he thought of one he would find a fault with it as well. He is determined to get his freedom at any cost, even his life.
Name: Jerimiah
Username: [Erubeus]
Age: Early 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance/Description: Jerimiah's body is very toned and looks like it had been made from chiseled rock from previous events. He stands at about 5'11" with a tanish skin and a large torso, normal for a man his age. His face is a bit angular and stern; a row of markings run down the left of his face starting at his temple, ending at his jugular vein. On the right of his face lie a few markings of kanji. First highest to his eye stands for love, second nearest his nose stands for happiness, and last nearest his ear stands for freedom. These are the three things most everyone wants, including him.
His eyes are two different colors, his right is a piercing green and his left a blue as cold as ice. His hair is a dirty blonde which he keeps nice and short in the back but lets the bangs grow past his face and chin. It's just always been his thing. His chest consists of many names and symbols he has carved into himself which mark his sins and the people he's hurt or killed. Around his left bicep, his stronger arm, is a whip which has been ensnared into his arm, the whip was like that of a barbed-wire whip. Around his waist is a chained 'collar' forced onto him by his "Master", the man's initial hanging off a segment of the chain along with the word "lover" hanging from another segment. He tries every night to rip it from his skin but the chain has been joined with his cells and tissue by a machine the man used, making it damn near impossible to remove it.
His clothing consists of: a pair of fitted black pants that keep him warm during the night but cool in the humidity; a pair of steel-toed boots that he tucks his pant legs into; the chain around his wiast; and a pair of black gloves, with metal plated knuckles, that end at the base of his fingers.
Personality:He is relitively friendly and charming to certain people. He is stern though if someone gets too out of line with him or disrespect him or his friends in any way shape or form. So I guess you could say, just your average adult, stubborn and and able to hang out with...
Weapons of Choice: He rather sticks with weapons such as the whip ensnared in his muscle tissue, or any other type of blade. He hates guns.
History: (coming shortly)
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