DAVIS, jeremy

[jem]

Jeremy Theodore Lucas Davis

||what do you see when you look at me [/font]

Name/Alias: Larnie, or Lornie or anything like that.
Age: as old as a rainbow
RP Experience: not too much
How Did You Found Us: magic
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: so much
Other Characters: nopety

||you say you know me [/font]

Character's Full Name:
Jeremy Theodore Lucas Davis
Nicknames:
Jez, Jey, Jack, Jed...he doesn't care
Age:
17
Year:
Seventh
Canon or Original:
Original
House:
Ravenclaw
Birthday:
seventh may
Sexual Orientation:
straight
Blood Status:
Pure

||still you've got no clue [/font]

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Play By: Chase Crawford
Appearance:
Jey stands at around five eleven, tall and lean. He's a bit thin as seventeen year olds go, but that doesn't bother him too much, he's well built in his views, and that's all that matters to him. His view is more important than yours. He’s got short cropped, dark brown hair that he never bothers to do anything with. He keeps it short because it’s easier, but he lets it do what it likes, because it’s easier. Anything that is easier is better to Jeremy.

He can stand up straight. He prefers not to and looks much more at ease sitting down with his feet up on the table. He will lean on anything he can find, a wall, a cabinet, a locker. He hates to stand upright for too long, so he hates standing to attention. His build isn’t skinny, he’s just well toned with muscles. He likes to keep himself fit because he never knows when he’s going to have to do some endurance running from an angered father or two. Also, it does help playing Quiddich.

He has dark brown eyes to match his brown hair. He’s been told he had a very intense stare and he can be a little unnerving, but he never means to be. He just stares at people because he doesn’t blink very much. He has a very peaceful expression a lot of the time and is a very hard person to take down into sadness. He prefers to stay happy. You’ll find him a lot of the time blending in with the muggle clothing, and he likes to keep up to date with the fashions. Especially when jackets are concerned. He likes to look good and with often wear seven different jackets a week, since he owns so many. He doesn’t wear robes much unless he’s playing Quiddich, but even then it has to be a special match. He likes to look neat and tidy, except for his hair, there’s nothing you can do about that.

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Likes:
girls
more girls
the adrenaline
peace and quiet
quiddich
mushrooms
compactable stuff
not being organized, it's boring
talking back to people
Dislike: doing work
sitting at desks
standing up straight
not talking
centeurs
merpeople
Strengths: temper
dueling
not getting caught
Weaknesses: excessive enthusiasm to do something stupid
sitting still
idiots, he punches them
Boggart: being caught by a muggle
Patronus: eagle
Personality:
CALMISHHe keeps his head mostly. He’s not really one to get drunk and such, he’s good at keeping his head. He likes to be in control. He doesn’t mind of what, as long as he is included in the bargain. He doesn’t like to be out of control, well obviously. He’s good in a crisis, and can mostly get out of them if such problems arise.

LETSGOWhen he lets himself go, he really goes for it. Up for two nights straight, he has a hangover the next day. He can deal with hangovers well, but he's also known around the school for torching a tapestry and generally causing a bit of havok around the place. Except, of course he never writes his own name on the walls. He has many aliases.

DEDICATIONOnce something comes up, Jack's very dedicated to the task. Even if it's something completely meanial, he'll do it anyway. He finds enjoyment in being able to finish something, and when it's done, it's done. Unless he doens't like what he has to do, and then he won't do it. He's a little odd

LAZYHe’s not one to rush into things. He’s a lazy git for Pete sake. You can’t rush the artwork of being a git, can you? He’s not good at split judgments okay at judgements quick judgments, but he’s good to have in a crisis. He’ll keep his head and think about options rather than pick the easiest one. He likes to be thorough rather than sorry.

MANIPULATIVEHe's manipulative and can get into your mind. He has a great liking for playing mind games and tricks on you. Very subtle ones that make you think you're insane. They're definately the best in his opinion

CONTRADICTARYHe's quite contradictary. He'll start saying something, then go onto another completely opposite opinion. He contradicts hismelf, but if you contradict him, he'll blow himself into a little fury, and you may get a punch in the stomach. He can keep his head, but sometimes he just doesn't want to.

LADIESHe's a ladies man, and has been caught more than once by an enraged father coming to check on their nice young daughter. He has perfected the skill of skimming down drainpipes with only a pair of jeans and his socks on.

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Father: Jason Davis
Mother: Calista Jenkins
Siblings: Zeke Thomas - Unknown Twin
Mary-Anne Davis
Junienne Davis
Other Family: Unknown
History:
Jey's early life was a bit confusing. His older sister, Junienne was sixteen at the time and mostly looked after the young baby that was Jeremy Davis. His father, Jason, took him at the age of just a few days away from his mother and gave him to June to look after. She didn't mind too much as it gave her something to do that didn't involve their b.astard of a father. Jeremy was never told he had a twin brother until much later.

Jack spent all his time in the dingy little house that June and he lived in. June went to school for the first few hours of the day and then came back to look after Jack. Mary-Anne Davis came along a little later, being brought back just like Jey had been. It wasn't a house to bring up children in at all, but they were never going to complain, they valued their lives above that. Jason was not a father, he was a menice. He never brought them anything, never came home except to collapse on his bed and then began his rounds of womanizing again. It's not hard to wonder where Jey got it from.

Mary-Anne died when she was three, leaving Jack and June alone once more. Not that they minded much. When Jey was seven, Jason stopped coming home completely. Neither June nor Jeremy knew why until later when an old newspaper was found and the obituary page declared Jason Davis dead. This worked well for both June and Jey. It was a hard life for them both, and they knew it, but they both worked hard. Of course, but now Jey was around eleven and the oddest things had happened. Finding himself on a rooftop instead of where he expected to be. Lighting a fire in the kitchen by mistake. All the natural occurances of wizardry.

Jey's letter was a light in the darkness. A school to go to, hell yes! He packed up everything he had and shipped himself off to cause havoc in the Ravenclaw rooms. He joined the Quiddich team as well, being his rather obviously showing off nature. It was all good to him. He liked Hogwarts a hell of a lot and it was a perfect place for him to exude his powers. Over anything that moved. And of course practise his shimming down drainpipes move.

||at least I've got skills[/font]

RP Sample:
Dark breezes fluttered through dark leaves. Clouds hid the moon from the world. The breeze came from nowhere, disturbing the dust of centuries. Black shadows from broken trees stretched towards the horizon. Darkness ruled. His rein seemed endless; the light never penetrated this place. It was fought back, forced into hiding. Nothing would distract this place. Yet the breeze still came. Slow and soft. It whispered over the dust of ages. It carried voices, it carried memories. It carried hope.

Hope.

What was hope doing in her home? What was hope penetrating her defenses? Eyes flickered. Deep crystal lined eyes opened. There was no hope in her life. Only the false hope she gave her victim, and that never lasted. Deep emerald eyes scanned her territory. This is mine. The voices told her. Hope is quenched and sent begging. Thin, muscular legs extended. The high heeled shoe was the colour of the sky in this place. The colour faded to dusty black as the leg was raised, clad in denim. Russet coat was shaken out and arms slid through the holes. Black crowned head moved as the smooth movement of the lady. In front of her, the sun was rising. The sun? Light brought life, light brought hope. The lady quickened her already long gait.

She moved along the dark paths of the forest, swift and agile, passing through sudden, unbearable brilliance of grass or soft shadow. Light shouldn’t penetrate here. It was her dark solitude that lived forever. Endless misery for those who came and mindless torture for those wishing to claim. No, this was her land, her exile, her banishment to the furthest reaches of the world. She’d murdered the creature that had been her mother, soulful creature that she was. Nothing was more pleasing to her father, but exile was the punishment. She hadn’t cared, what would be the point. This was her life. It was her forest now. Deer feared to enter here, animals fled at sight. What had been a golden forest, rich with wildlife and exotic plants. It was now a desert. Trees were dead and black, tree branches creaked and splintered. She moved along them in silence, there was something here, something that wasn't hers, and she wanted to know what it could be.

[narcissa acardia black||]

accepted