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<td><b>Name-</b><br> Jeremy Simeon<br>
<b>Nicknames-</b><br>
Jem<br>
<b>Gender-</b><br>
Male<br>
<b>Age-</b><br>
24<br>
<b>Blood Type-</b><br>
AB<br>
<b>Birthday-</b><br>
Spring 23<br>
<b>Birthplace-</b><br>
Nice, France<br>
<b>Sexuality-</b><br>
Heterosexual<br>
<b>Profession-</b><br>
Restaurant Cook<br>
<b>Relationship Status-</b><br>
Single<br>
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<td><div style="height:200px;width:450px;font16px/26px; overflow:scroll;"><font face="Chicago"><center><b>History</b></center><br>
The minute that a certain young girl discovered that she was pregnant, she knew she could not keep the baby. What respectable girl from a respectable family got knocked up at the age of seventeen, with the child of a wandering enigma who was already long gone, no less? And so, discreetly, she stole away from her family, and returned nine months later - without a baby in her arms.<br<br>
Jeremy had been taken to a European country, where his mother had run away to. Once he was merely a few weeks old, she left him at a public building, hoping someone would find him. They did, and Jeremy was taken to an adoption agency. He was adopted by a single mother of two of her own biological children.<br><br>
Jem knew from a young age that he was adopted. He was different from his mother's children, both boys, but still they accepted him - although he was kept at arm's length. He grew up with the idea that he was....<i>different</i> tucked away into the back of his mind, and when he was a teenager, he decided to act like it. In a flurry of rebellion, he dyed his once-fair hair jet black, pierced an ear, and took up habits like smoking and drinking. When he was nineteen, Jem left his adoptive mother's house in search of what she could never provide for him - <i>himself.</i></font>
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<td><b><center>Appearance</center></b><br>
<b>Hair Color-</b><br>
Ebony<br>
<b>Eye Color-</b><br>
A startling shade of purple (they're not natural in the least; Jem wears colored contact lenses)<br>
<b>Face-</b><br>
Narrow, with a pointed chin. His nose is tiny, and his eyes are the dominant features.<br>
<b>Height-</b><br>
Five feet, eight inches<br>
<b>Weight-</b><br>
147 pounds.<br>
<b>Skin Tone-</b><br>
Pale<br>
<b>Body-</b><br>
Tall, lean, not toned, even a little bit. He could stand to put some weight on, especially muscle weight. </td>
<td>The eyes are what most people notice first. One of the most frequently-asked questions of the young man is, "Are your eyes <i>really</i> that color?" To which, the answer is always yes - though the purple is not natural, it is, in fact, the color which Jem has accepted as his own. The color eyes he was born with? Well, he'd like to keep that to himself.<br><br>
Jem is unkempt, from his hair to his clothes. And he likes it that way. His appearance is never neater than his personality.</td>
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<td><b><center>Personality</center></b><br>
Jem likes being difficult. He enjoys teasing people, and can be quite irritating and callous. He's not a very sensitive boy, and is considerably immature when he wants to be, which is a majority of his waking hours. Rarely, Jem can step up to the plate and his responsibilities, but he would rather be taking pleasure from life than to be bogged down from it.<br><br>
That being said, Jem has his breaking points. He doesn't like to talk about certain subjects, or be reminded of certain things. He isn't prone to panic attacks or migraines, but he does stop dead in his tracks and take his leave from the world from time to time.<br><br>
Jem doesn't like being alone. If he finds himself in that situation, he is apt to wander out and find someone to keep him company, whether the other person wants him there or not. He's imposing and adolescent, but he likes to crack jokes and make other people smile.</td>
<td><b><center>Family</center></b><br>
<b>Lorena Dossit</b><br>
Adoptive mother. A tired, middle-aged woman with more work in her children than she bargained for. Jem has never quite been able to put his finger on the reason Lorena took on the burden of another child, when she was often too weary to care for her own.<br>
<b>Micah Dossit</b><br>
Adoptive brother. The more accepting of Jem's acquired siblings, he was the one who taught Jem the "guy stuff," from catching a ball to driving a stick-shift.<br>
<b>Grigory Dossit</b><br>
Adoptive brother. The quieter, more artistic of Jem's acquired siblings, he kept to himself and preferred painting in his room to playing catch outside with his brothers. He was the more socially acceptable boy in the family, strangely enough, which made him pull away even more.</td>
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<td><b><center>Likes</b></center><br>
<UL><LI>Music<br>
<LI>Girls<br>
<LI>Cooking<br>
<LI>Really, any kind of food<br>
<LI>Crowds<br>
<LI>Fireplaces<br>
<LI>Summertime<br>
<LI>Beaches<br>
<LI>Wine</UL></td>
<td><b><center>Dislikes</b></center><br>
<UL><LI>Studying<br>
<LI>Opera music<br>
<LI>Stiff, stuffy persons<br>
<LI>Tomatoes - the one food he truly detests<br>
<LI>Litter<br>
<LI>Lumber<br>
<LI>Unrefined items from the mine</UL></td>
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<td><b><center>Turn-Ons</b></center><br>
<UL><LI>Blondes<br>
<LI>Straight hair<br>
<LI>Girls who can cook<br>
<LI>Conversationalists<br>
<LI>Blue eyes<br>
<LI>Singing ability<br>
<LI>Romantics<br>
<LI>Great musical taste<br>
<LI>Ability to laugh at oneself<br>
<LI>Ability to crack jokes</UL></td>
<td><b><center>Turn-Offs</b></center><br>
<UL><LI>Brattiness<br>
<LI>Inability to take a joke<br>
<LI>Overbearing sensitivity<br>
<LI>A distaste for delicious food<br>
<LI>Girls with incredibly high-pitched voices<br>
<LI>Lack of hygiene<br>
<LI>Big feet</UL></td>
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<td><b><center>Romance</center></b><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi49.tinypic.com/11b2e6h.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time!"</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi48.tinypic.com/29ynw2v.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"I don't advise you to irritate me any longer, unless you want me to do the same, tenfold."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi49.tinypic.com/ejyj3r.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"Hmm? I don't know you...but I suppose that can easily change."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi49.tinypic.com/2z57o6p.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"I just <b>know</b> I've seen you somewhere before..."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi46.tinypic.com/34o8xgg.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"Ah! Good. Come here, I'd like to go somewhere, and I'm not going alone."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi45.tinypic.com/ir5dlg.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"Oh, my friend! Just the person I wanted to see. How about a glass of wine, eh?"</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi50.tinypic.com/b90yx.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"In all seriousness, now, come talk to me."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi49.tinypic.com/id65uo.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"I have decided. You are not allowed to leave. Not even if you want to."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi45.tinypic.com/312xrop.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"So what they say is true, after all. The lion can be tamed, and the heart can be won."</i><br>
<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="https://2img.net/h/oi45.tinypic.com/238mx3.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a> - <i>"It's strange, to have family. In a good way, of course."</i></td>
<td><b><center>Inventory</b></center><br>
<b>Money</b><br>
10,000G<br>
<b>Items</b>
<UL><LI>A backpack<br>
<LI>A small silver necklace with a tiny charm on the end<br>
<LI>A few changes of clothing<br>
<LI>Food. At all times.</UL>
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