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Jeremiah Kingsly
Out of character information:
Name: Tara
Contact: FireOverRain (aim) lightshad0w@hotmail.com (email/msn)
In Character Information:
LONER
Avatar: Sean William Scott
Name: Jeremiah Kingsly
Alias: Jeremy, Jer, Jem, or Joker
Age: 28
Family: Father: Ronald Kingsly
Mother: Martha Kingsly
Brother: (twins but not identical) Jack Kingsly
Occupation: Bartender and a Pick-Pocket
Weapons: Automag II 22 Magnum
Description:
Being born from Irish German decent he has the great ability to get drink and not get drunk, as well has fit into Hitler’s perfect race. He’s got blonde hair, and blue eyes. His hair is usually the same length all the time. He goes to get a hair cut almost every month on the dot. He doesn’t really like having his hair too long. He’s very lazy, and the shorter it is, the less he has to mess with it. It’s not that he’s lazy; he just thinks spending too much time on hair grooming is a waste.
He isn’t one of those creepy guys that spend more time than girls primping and getting ready on any event. If it’s a semi special occasion he might actually wear a clean shirt. He tends to go for the more casual, simple style of things. Generally he wears the required clothes for work, and at home whatever he finds that’s clean. On the flip side he also doesn’t like being Grisly Adams. Having facial hair that is a full beard has always creeped him out. He doesn’t generally care if his clothes are wrinkled, or if he’s wearing a shirt with a stain of his lunch in the center, but he does care if his facial hair is reaching maximum beard point.
Personality:
Joker: He can keep a straight face for as long as he needs to before his face muscles crack into a huge grin. If there’s any chance he could make something sound naughty, dirty, or just plain wrong he will mock it. Growing up he was always the class clown, the funny guy and his mouth always was working five times faster than his brain. This always got him into sticky situations, but also got him out of all the fights he could cause. He learned that making people smile was a hard thing to do in such a hard down, but either way he still tried.
Trusted: Working as a bartender goes great for his personality. He understands the rules of the town, and how it works. If someone wants to tell him all about their day, he listens and listens well. He might make a sarcastic comment every now and again, but that’s just to keep conversation and to appear interested in what goes on. He’s a guy, and that short attention span kicks in after a few minutes. He’s one of the people who knows everyone’s business, but doesn’t go around gossiping. He knows how to keep a secret, and keep his mouth shut. That alone, is probably one of the things that have kept him alive in all the hairy situations he’s gotten himself into. On top of that he’s got a great memory though, which helps him when he gets backlogged in orders of people’s drinks.
Pick-Pocket: From an early age he has realized that he has a talent in stealing. He started out stealing candy at a convenience store, and then graduated into doing something that he thought was more fun than ripping off the local Radio Shack. Instead of going and boosting cars in an already messed up city, he’d make people’s days by bumping into them on the bus or a crowded store, taking their wallet, and sometimes even taking over their identity for a while. So far he hasn’t gotten caught, though when he first started out he wasn’t very good at it and people got suspicious. It’s just more or less an old habit he didn’t want to break, and since he’s been doing it for so long that he forgets he does it some times.
Dynamic Duo: Jeremiah and Jack were inseparable when they were growing up. The two of them were either together, or hated each other for a few hours. Like all siblings they had their disagreements, or their little scuffles and the two figured out how to fix those. Fights were generally fixed one of two ways: they fought about it, or they made a bet. Their crazy bets usually meant that they would bet that the house on the corner would be busted for drugs on a Monday or a Friday, whoever won this, won the whole fight. The bets were usually created on the fly, but they entertained the boys for a few days of peace in a mutual truce until whoever won, and it started back up again.
Most of the time, they were nuisances to society. Together the two of them would blow up neighbors’ mailboxes, toilet paper their houses, tie their dogs up to poles and had remote control cats run around them. The Kingsly phone was constantly ringing because of something the two boys had done. Neither one of the boys was the leader or the follower; they were perfectly impulsive together.
Impulsive: Growing up he couldn’t stand waiting for anything. He couldn’t stand waiting to open presents at Christmas, or eat cake after the candles were blown out for birthdays, he hated waiting for cookies to bake in the oven, or even standing in lines. If he had to wait he was often fidgeting, annoying, and often times not easy to deal with. He was almost diagnosed with ADD, but that’s not the case. He’s just impulsive and impatient. When he wants things, he wants them right then and then, no if ands or buts.
As he grew up, he realized that being impulsive wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He burned himself on a kitchen stove for trying to eat the food before it was done cooking, he’s had to get stitches for falling off trees, and he’s realized that being impulsive in the realm of females can turn out horrible which is kind of a shoot and miss area to begin with. Then again being impulsive could be a great thing. It’s part of the reason why he likes pick-pocketing so much, because he’s impulsive and gets results almost instantly. He could wake up one-day think that he wants to go bungee jumping and he’ll do it. He’d take a whole bunch of friends too. If he wants to randomly go camping, he’ll do it.
Sample Role-play:
It was a seemingly normal day. The night sky was lit up with various stars in the sky. The crazies and the abnormal tended to come out at night. There were people who just seemed to sleep all day avoiding the sunlight just to make their skin even paler at night. Those were the kinds of people had to deal with once too drunk to stand. Of course money was money and he didn’t care who was putting up the dollar for the drinks so long as someone did it. Money was the best human whore. She was someone else’s hand by the end of the night. She was constantly being passed around from one person to another. At least this is how Jeremiah saw it.
Tonight would more than likely be just another busy night. He didn’t mind it too much; he had enough energy to pull a long shift. Since it was Friday night, everyone needed hard drinks to take his or her mind off of this and that because of work. Not many people seemed to like their jobs at the end of the week. Everyone generally came in complaining with their tired coworkers and after a few drinks; their true feelings towards each other came out. Everyone was really honest when they were drunk. It was like they suddenly forgot to lie. Maybe there’ll be a fight tonight, he thought with a smile on his mouth. Bar fights were generally the dumbest display of strength that there could be, but it was the most entertaining. Lucky for him, he never had to clean one up. They usually made the rookie tender clean it all up. He just liked watching ‘em.
Back in high school that is what his brother and him would do. Piss someone off enough that they’d lash out in anger, but not at them at someone else. They were so good at making someone mad that it didn’t matter whom they were mad at, just as long as the new angry person got to pummel something. Many fights at school were caused because of those brothers, and as Jeremiah looked back at it, he could only laugh. He and Jack had a lot of good times together. They still had good times together.
Snapping out of his high school idiot actions, Jeremy was faced with the backdoor to the bar. Upon opening it, and walking a short distance his boss was already on his ass. Such a short woman shouldn’t take so much pleasure in busting his ass. “Jeremy didn’t I call you to come in early! I told you I needed you to come in early on Fridays!” the way she said it didn’t leave much for a question, or an answer. He didn’t even try to make an excuse; he just lifted his shoulders and shrugged. She hated it. Her eyes bugged out and her nostrils flared. “Just for that you’re stuck with closing!” He just smiled at her, reached behind her and picked up a black apron and tied it around his waste. Why she made them wear the things he had no idea, but he wore it anyways. They made perfect pockets for ‘tips’. He made his way to the back of the bar where already a small crowd had been forming. He knew that this would be a long night. “Whatcha want?” he said to the first person he say, hands already grabbing the glass to make the drink.
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