The teenage years can be a confusing time for most people. Unfortunately, Jeremy’s are a little more chaotic than average. Especially when your day started in a mental hospital, then ended up in RhyDin. That kind of thing makes you question reality. His extreme lack of any social graces has made his experiences here a little on the unpleasant side. Friends have been hard to come by. But his luck in that area has recently taken a turn for the better.
Struggling to reclaim an identity beyond just his name and some ragged memories, as well as staying in the here and now. Hoping his past doesn't end up hurting those he's come to care about.
Jeremy’s a pretty tall seventeen year old, just shy of about six feet. His brown eyes tend to hold a manic, lost look about them. Hair is an odd mix of black and maroon, a natural occurrence that would cost a pretty penny at a salon. On the back of his right arm is a tattoo of a heart-shaped locket with the name Eve written above it. His left arm has strawberries on the vine. You're better off not asking about them.
Having been able to find employment at Falkirk's Secondhand Shop as a janitor/all-around-gopher, he's finally been able to buy some decent clothes, along with his prized possession of an overly-large black wool pea coat which he seems to be swimming in.
Things tend to end badly when he gets really upset. The doctors liked to remind him that he had a lot of potential. Potential for what, he's not sure.