Post by Jeremy Taylor on Feb 13, 2007 22:58:09 GMT -5
[ Full Character Name: ] Jeremiah Alan Taylor
[ Preferred Nickname: ] Jeremy
[ Abhorred Nickname: ] Germy
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[ Country of Citizenship: ] USA/ England
[ Wand: ] 12 1/2" redwood with unicorn tail core
[ Physical Character Description: ] On the short side and a bit scrawny looking, Jeremy is due for a massive growth spurt any day now… he hopes. His blue eyes seem a bit large for his face, his brown hair never seems to lie flat on his head and his ears stick out a little. Like many kids his age, his top two front teeth seem way too big for the rest of his mouth. His mother has promised him that if he doesn’t grow into his ears or his teeth by the time he’s 16, she’ll fix it all for him.
[ Personality Character Description: ] Ah yes, another Thornton. Jeremy has a lot of over-achieving cousins to live up to, but probably won’t. Tad is the quidditch star, Allegra is the brain, Kyrie is the social butterfly, Drew is the schemer, and Nicky is the musician. Heck, even Jeremy’s baby sister gets to be the cute one. He wasn’t even sure he really counted as a Thornton. Mommy was the Thornton, not him.
Who is Jeremy? No one special really. He isn’t all that smart. He isn’t all that coordinated. He isn’t out going. And he’s kind of funny looking. In Muggle grade school, he was “the weird kid” but that hardly counts, does it?
He tries, if that really matters. He wants to do well. But it’s hard.
He’s quiet and reserved, more than a little intimidated by the legacy he feels he has to live up to. If he had been 100% Muggle, he would have been the dorky kid who spent all of his time on the internet playing video games and getting lost in fantasy-based RPGs. Growing up in a mostly magical household, he is just the dorky kid.
[ History: ] When Janine Thornton and Michael Taylor met at UCLA Medical Center, people said it was magic. They were both starting up their residencies and something just clicked between them. Mike would later joke that Janine slipped him a love potion… a claim she still hasn’t denied.
It was the traditional love story: Boy meets girl, boy asks girl to marry him, boy finds out girl is a witch, boy flips out a little, boy gets over it and realizes it really didn’t matter. It turned out that while Mike had been stressing through medical school, his bride to be was already a skilled healer hoping to get some new experiences by trying her hand at Muggle medicine.
So yes, married. And two years later came Jeremy.
He was the wrinkly sort of infant, a bit on the fussy side, but nothing to be overly concerned with. Mike would often chant “Mu-ggle… mu-ggle… mu-ggle…” over the crib, to which Janine threatened to double his love potion dosage. Mike lost out, but couldn’t have been happier when, at the age of four, Jeremy had managed to stack his blocks up to the ceiling. At least, they think it had been Jeremy. He showed few other signs of magical ability. Every so often the frozen waffles might be on the kitchen counter in the morning, or the milk cartons would be replaced with soda bottles, but that might have been a coincidence.
Like everyone else in his extended family, he started Muggle school at the age of five. It took him a bit longer to figure out that his classmates wouldn’t have ridden a winged horse, didn’t know what quidditch was, nor did they understand the awful smells that filled the house on a potion making day. By the time Jeremy figured out the difference between Magical and Muggle, it was too late. Even his teachers thought he was a bit strange. When the school started talking about psychologists and special classes, the Taylors decided they had had enough. Jeremy was pulled out of his fourth grade class to be home schooled until he was old enough to go to Hogwarts.
And there was the trick. Jeremy needed to be at Hogwarts where he could get a fresh start and hopefully gain some confidence. They have already made arrangements to set up residency in the UK if the school is going to be a stickler on this point, but they are hoping that the family reputation will grant them an exception.
Then again, Drew is part of the family.
They’ll be in London by the end of July.
[ Special talents/knacks : ] avoiding baths and annoying people he wants to be friends with
[Role Playing Example:]
Legos. Everywhere.
And who got blamed for it? Jeremy of course… even though he was sure it had been Sarah. But did it do any good to complain? Of course not. Sarah was the baby. Sarah couldn’t be held responsible for what she did. That’s what his mother said anyway, but Jeremy didn’t believe it. His mother also said that he WAS to be held responsible because he was old enough to make sure his things got put away. He didn’t buy that line either.
Because that was a problem. What if he wanted to play later? What if he had built something so incredibly cool that he didn’t want to put it away? What if his blood sugar had gotten dangerously low and he needed a snack to give him the energy to clean up?
Sarah, on the other hand, was four. Hardly a baby and definitely old enough to know that she had to stay out of
“…stay out OF MY ROOM!” Jeremy jumped a little at the sound of his own voice, not expecting his thoughts to get away from him like that. He froze, looking a little like a scared mouse as he listened carefully for any sign that his mom had heard his outburst.
“Jeremy? Are you cleaning up?” Her voice drifted up from the kitchen.
“Yes…” he answered back and he bent down to scoop the precious bricks into their storage tub as he grumbled to himself. “It’s not fair…”
[ Preferred Nickname: ] Jeremy
[ Abhorred Nickname: ] Germy
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[ Country of Citizenship: ] USA/ England
[ Wand: ] 12 1/2" redwood with unicorn tail core
[ Physical Character Description: ] On the short side and a bit scrawny looking, Jeremy is due for a massive growth spurt any day now… he hopes. His blue eyes seem a bit large for his face, his brown hair never seems to lie flat on his head and his ears stick out a little. Like many kids his age, his top two front teeth seem way too big for the rest of his mouth. His mother has promised him that if he doesn’t grow into his ears or his teeth by the time he’s 16, she’ll fix it all for him.
[ Personality Character Description: ] Ah yes, another Thornton. Jeremy has a lot of over-achieving cousins to live up to, but probably won’t. Tad is the quidditch star, Allegra is the brain, Kyrie is the social butterfly, Drew is the schemer, and Nicky is the musician. Heck, even Jeremy’s baby sister gets to be the cute one. He wasn’t even sure he really counted as a Thornton. Mommy was the Thornton, not him.
Who is Jeremy? No one special really. He isn’t all that smart. He isn’t all that coordinated. He isn’t out going. And he’s kind of funny looking. In Muggle grade school, he was “the weird kid” but that hardly counts, does it?
He tries, if that really matters. He wants to do well. But it’s hard.
He’s quiet and reserved, more than a little intimidated by the legacy he feels he has to live up to. If he had been 100% Muggle, he would have been the dorky kid who spent all of his time on the internet playing video games and getting lost in fantasy-based RPGs. Growing up in a mostly magical household, he is just the dorky kid.
[ History: ] When Janine Thornton and Michael Taylor met at UCLA Medical Center, people said it was magic. They were both starting up their residencies and something just clicked between them. Mike would later joke that Janine slipped him a love potion… a claim she still hasn’t denied.
It was the traditional love story: Boy meets girl, boy asks girl to marry him, boy finds out girl is a witch, boy flips out a little, boy gets over it and realizes it really didn’t matter. It turned out that while Mike had been stressing through medical school, his bride to be was already a skilled healer hoping to get some new experiences by trying her hand at Muggle medicine.
So yes, married. And two years later came Jeremy.
He was the wrinkly sort of infant, a bit on the fussy side, but nothing to be overly concerned with. Mike would often chant “Mu-ggle… mu-ggle… mu-ggle…” over the crib, to which Janine threatened to double his love potion dosage. Mike lost out, but couldn’t have been happier when, at the age of four, Jeremy had managed to stack his blocks up to the ceiling. At least, they think it had been Jeremy. He showed few other signs of magical ability. Every so often the frozen waffles might be on the kitchen counter in the morning, or the milk cartons would be replaced with soda bottles, but that might have been a coincidence.
Like everyone else in his extended family, he started Muggle school at the age of five. It took him a bit longer to figure out that his classmates wouldn’t have ridden a winged horse, didn’t know what quidditch was, nor did they understand the awful smells that filled the house on a potion making day. By the time Jeremy figured out the difference between Magical and Muggle, it was too late. Even his teachers thought he was a bit strange. When the school started talking about psychologists and special classes, the Taylors decided they had had enough. Jeremy was pulled out of his fourth grade class to be home schooled until he was old enough to go to Hogwarts.
And there was the trick. Jeremy needed to be at Hogwarts where he could get a fresh start and hopefully gain some confidence. They have already made arrangements to set up residency in the UK if the school is going to be a stickler on this point, but they are hoping that the family reputation will grant them an exception.
Then again, Drew is part of the family.
They’ll be in London by the end of July.
[ Special talents/knacks : ] avoiding baths and annoying people he wants to be friends with
[Role Playing Example:]
Legos. Everywhere.
And who got blamed for it? Jeremy of course… even though he was sure it had been Sarah. But did it do any good to complain? Of course not. Sarah was the baby. Sarah couldn’t be held responsible for what she did. That’s what his mother said anyway, but Jeremy didn’t believe it. His mother also said that he WAS to be held responsible because he was old enough to make sure his things got put away. He didn’t buy that line either.
Because that was a problem. What if he wanted to play later? What if he had built something so incredibly cool that he didn’t want to put it away? What if his blood sugar had gotten dangerously low and he needed a snack to give him the energy to clean up?
Sarah, on the other hand, was four. Hardly a baby and definitely old enough to know that she had to stay out of
“…stay out OF MY ROOM!” Jeremy jumped a little at the sound of his own voice, not expecting his thoughts to get away from him like that. He froze, looking a little like a scared mouse as he listened carefully for any sign that his mom had heard his outburst.
“Jeremy? Are you cleaning up?” Her voice drifted up from the kitchen.
“Yes…” he answered back and he bent down to scoop the precious bricks into their storage tub as he grumbled to himself. “It’s not fair…”