Post by jeremykirst on Aug 19, 2009 0:52:44 GMT -5
Introducing: JEREMY KIRST.
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The Basics
Name; Jeremy Kirst
Age; 17
Birthday; September 21st
Gender; Male
Year; 7th
House; Gryffindor
Occupation; Tattoo artist
Wand; 14”, lion heart thread, Brazilian oak
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance;
Jeremy is not the thin, muscular type, but he is strong. He is a chubbier fellow because of his family’s history of being big-boned. He gets most of his height out of his legs that are not as fat as the rest of him. His hands are tough, but he has long fingers that help him with his art. He has broad shoulders with a smaller neck. He has a baby-chub face with a goatee and fuzzy matching brown hair. His eyebrows are a sandy-brown colour and they are above his subtle, kind blue eyes. His lips are thin, but he has a great smile and a very expressive face, but that doesn’t mean that he wears his heart on his sleeve.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; wolf
Boggart; demon
Strengths; .tattooing. .drawing. .wandless magic.
Weaknesses; .a beer. .good art magazine. .chocolate.
Personality;
Jeremy is a bundle of fun! He loves to have a good time and loves to draw even more. He has a kind heart and is open-minded. He has a lot of friends, but he’s not the most popular guy on the block. Of course, he is for those that get tattoos. He is a kind of guy that will take a lot of people under his wing and is the perfect ‘big brother type’ to a lot of people. He is loyal to boot and would never leave his friends in a bad place alone. In fact, he probably worries more about his friends than he does about himself.
He has a very good sense of humor and has always been able to make people laugh. His mom thinks that he got it from his grandfather, because he is that way as well; and that is probably why they get along so very well. He is very open and doesn’t lie all that much at all. And he can express himself very well with his facial expressions and always has a story to tell. Of course… he likes to stay busy and always do something, so he has a lot of stories to tell, and he’s very good a telling them as well.
The Past
History;
Jeremy has moved a lot. And when he says a lot: he means it. He was born in Chicago and after a month, they moved to San Diego where they lived for about five months before they moved to LA. After that they moved to Seattle for a couple years, and when he was three, they moved to Salt Lake City. After a year there, they moved to Huston and he started school there. After first grade, they moved to New Orleans and he went to school there until he was eight. After that they moved to Maine and he did a year of school there and then another year in D.C. After he heard that he was going to Hogwarts, they moved to the Bronx.
His family is British, so he has the accent. They lived in the Bronx where he learned a lot about art, although he had been drawing since he was able to hold a pen, but he learned a lot of styles and began trying it with ink. He was found doing street art by a tattoo artist when he was thirteen and they pulled him in and taught him how to do tattooing. He enjoyed it so much and he did so many of his own tattoos that he saved up and opened his own shop.
Growing up, he knew that his parents were wizards, so he knew that he would be going to a wizarding school, but he just wasn’t sure which one. For a time he wanted to go to school in Bulgaria, but it seemed that he fitted into Hogwarts more. He was fine with that, but he really wasn’t there to succeed so much. He was happy with tattooing, and that brought in about nine thousand a month, so he was doing just fine. He likes the idea of using magic, and learned how to do wandless magic when he was younger, but he knows that he has to use a wand at school. He is more into tattoo than he is magic, so he spends most of his time at the parlor than in the school.
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample;
Jeremy sat at his desk, his hair sticking in every direction, the only light on was the one above his slanted desk. He was hard at work at a new tattoo idea that had been in his head in a while. It was a very pretty pin-up girl, based on a girl he had seen in the subway the other day. She looked like Betty Boop, but had long hair and bigger breasts. She had a cute small smile that he was sure to ask for a picture of and he asked her to stop by his shop when she could to see the finished drawing. She said she would and they exchanged numbers. He was happy that he did. And he was sure that her friends were giggling about it once he got off the sub, but she was a rare beauty: pale skin with black hair, not to mention it was all natural and she did not even wear any make-up. He finished shading her mid-drift and then sat back to look at it. He heard a light knock on the door-frame and he looked up to see his mom standing there in her nightgown and robe, her fuzzy slippers on her feet. She was such a small lady that was the mother of such a large son; it was almost hard to believe that she was his mother.
She smiled lightly at him and then leaned against the door frame. “You’re up late. It’s almost three in the morning.”
“Jet-leg mom… just got back from school you know,” he informed her, smiling. She smiled again lightly and nodded as she stifled a yawn. She reminded him that it was his grandfather’s birthday party tomorrow and he nodded. “I’ll finish this up and get to bed, mum. You head on up. You shouldn’t be up this late anyways.” He smiled at her. She nodded and wished him a good night and he told her that he loved her and she went off to bed. He looked back down at the drawing and then turned off the light. He would finish it in the morning before the party. He grabbed his wand, his jacket and headed to the door. He turned off the hall light and settled down on his bed behind the shelves. He slipped off his shoes and slipped out of his jeans. He was too lazy to take off his shirt, so he would just fell asleep on top of the covers.
He looked over at his little night light and then back up at the ceiling, which was covered in pin-ups and he smiled lightly. None of those girls matched the beauty that he had met today. He was glad that he had met her and he was even happier that she was going to come and get her first tattoo from him in about a week. He sighed lightly and tucked his hands behind his head, closing his eyes as he slowly fell asleep.
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