AVERY, jeremy adam

[jeremyyy]

full name • jeremy adam avery
nick names • call him jeremy and you die. he goes by jay, and that's it.
age • twenty three
grade • junior in msm, majoring in performing arts
job • works at a local second hand record store
hometown • nyc, aïe aïe aïe!
sexuality • as straight as it gets.
member group • college

height • 5"8
hair • rad, stunning dark brown hair. he likes to wear it in an 'just woke up' kind of way he's pretty good at.
eyes • aquamarine blue.
play by • chris kamrada, baby <3

likes • drumsticks, parties, booze, his best mates, funky ashtrays, original zippos, skateboarding, skipping classes from time to time, the good old marijane, waking up really late in the afternoon and wasting his day completely by listening to music in his bedroom and just chill.
dislikes • posers, his father, the annoying band whores that only like him because he's sort of famous, cowardice, people that do not stick up to themselves, rainy days, snow, breaking his drumsticks after an intense drums session.
habits/quirks • he drums his finger on pretty much any solid surface. if there isn't any, he'll just drum on his thigh. people can annoyed by this all the time. he also hates it when he doesn't take more than two showers a day.
fears • losing his sister ( the only girl that matters to him ), his band never getting famous world wide.
dreams • get famous with his band.
secrets • he's never really had a stable relationship.

overall • chill, stoner, artistic, sk8errr, party animal, kind (from time to time), caring to the people he loves.

mother • jasmine trevor; 42; interior designer
father • 44; business man
siblings • ashley, 19, college student (<3)
pets • jay does not have time for pets.
other family • n/a

overall • "so you want to know who in god's name i am, huh? ahah, cool. i'm jay. call me jeremy and i'll shove your head through a wall. well, not literally, but, you get what i mean, yeah? i'm twenty three (even if i don't like it) and i just enjoy life. it's fucking amazing, isn't it, life? i enjoy life pretty much of the time, but then at some point, people will mention my family and my grin will just slide right off my face. bam. just like that. i don't really like to think about my family, see? my father's an old bastard that just doesn't give a flying fuck about his wife and children, and my mother, well, it's touchy. she doesn't really look up after herself, so my sister and i had to do all the work back when we were all living there.

i'm glad i moved out. seriously. i was starting to get depressed. like hardcore. but i felt kind of bad for leaving my sister alone with this mess. i love her to death, man. she's the best. like. the best of the best. loooove her.

i guess you could say i'm a pretty chill dude. we'll go to a party together and we'll have a fucking good time. that's how life is for me. i like partying and i hate following rules. it's a miracle i'm still studying at msm. surprised they haven't kicked me out already, ahah. i like music. i think it's one of the most important things in my life. me and my bandmates started a band a few years ago, and we're pretty well known around here. we're probably going to set up for a tour soon this year, but that's not sure yet.

i don't really like to talk about myself in an excessive amount, so i'll just leave it to that, okay?"

your name • pasky
your age • seventeen
roleplaying experience • five/four?
how you found us • EWAT
roleplay sample •

about the bpr house: they had the sluttiest girls rydell would ever see. they also happened to throw the weirdest party cameryn had ever attended to. it was quite entertaining, really. never in his life did he think he would ever take part of such a twin drama-induced story, and that meant a lot, because there are a lot of things cam has done in his life that would simply make you gasp and stare at him for ten solid minutes, not able to say anything.
cam was friends with erika. he loved her, really. he was like his third little sister or something. but he hated her twin. like, literally hated her. how she had fucked up he sister life was nothing to laugh about, let along forgive. he wasn't really sure whether sweet andy (which rhymes with candy) even knew who he was, but he sure as hell hoped she knew he hated her guts. like, hardcore. their plan to make candy gulp down an MDMA punch was just completely brilliant, and he couldn't help but grin the whole time he and erika were laughing and chatting up together at the counter.

they watched her fill up her cup in silence, both of them on the verge to burst out in laughter, which they did, as soon as candy was out of the room. but then he saw something that was not supposed to happen, which made him rethink everything that had been and will be going on tonight. candy was friends with rosie. holy shit this was bad. rosie was his best friend. like, ever. she would probably instantly find out it was him that put the MDMA in the punch. fuck. shit.

too late now, he thought, as erika dragged him towards rosie and her sister. this was going to be bad. yet he was too smashed to actually do some damage control. or something. so instead, he turned to the white twin and grinned. "hi candy, sooo pleased to finally meet erika's lovely twin!" he cheered, his voice heavy with sarcasm. he then wrapped an arm around rosie and kissed her sweetly on the cheek, grinning like an idiot. "rosie! my darling! how are you on this fine, fine, friday night?!" he asked her, before returning to erika's side