WARD. jeremy preston

[jeremy preston ward]

JEREMYPRESTONWARD

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NAME: "my name is jeremy preston ward, who wants to know? i mean, who wouldn't want to know my name? i'm gorgeous."
AGE: eighteen
HOUSE: slytherin
BLOOD STATUS: "i'd tell you, but then i'd have to kill you." jeremy doesn't know who his mother is, so he can't give a definitive answer. his father is a muggle, but he makes sure that he keeps that a secret. he wants to be the poster boy for slytherin and he thinks his muggle father might get in the way of that
WAND: "eight, pretty thick...oh wait...you mean the wand i do magic with...my b." 11 1/2 Ash with Unicorn hair core

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PLAY-BY: dylan o'brien
GENERAL APPEARANCE: jeremy likes to think of himself as a lady killer. unfortunately enough for him, however, he was born with a face that looks like it belongs on the shoulders of the gerber baby. or at least that's what he tells himself when he's down in the dumps (which isn't often, if we're honest). jeremy carries himself well. at 5'11 he's just shy of reaching six feet, which angers him to no end. he wants to be tall, dark, and handsome. luckily for him he got the handsome part. tall and dark, not so much.

jeremy tries to dress as classy as physically possible. that means suits and black wizarding robes when he's not wearing his school robes. even on the weekends jeremy will not be caught dead wearing jeans or a jumper. jeremy is a bit of a diva.

another thing jeremy is a bit anal retentive about is his hair. never a strand out of place, is his motto.

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LIKES:
- sex
- chocolate
- naps
- nachos
- laughing
- watching quidditch
- wizarding chess
- hiding in the hallways and scaring the shit out of first years
- pulling pranks
- muggle romance novels ("don't you dare tell my roommates about my copies of nicholas sparks novels that i hide under my bed. i swear, you will pay.")

DISLIKES:
- jeans/jumpers
- tattoos ("they are entirely classless, if you ask me. but of course, no one asked me, did they?")
- tangerines
- pineapples
- paintings ("especially the moving kind. i don't think leonardo da vinci would approve of such terrifying things. and i am sick of the fat lady giving me her sass. it's not my fault her little gryffies are ass farts. and it's certainly not my fault that i have to let them know such.")
- house rivalry (he pretends that he hates gryffindors, but he really has no problem with any of the other three houses. he finds it a bit childish when others do. house pride is one thing. the degradation of another is something entirely different. and it's classes.)
- being dirty (jeremy showers almost compulsively. it's actually quite obnoxious. if he wakes in the middle of the night and he had been sweating, he will take a shower. he doesn't care if it's four a.m. or eight a.m. and his roommates hate him for that.)
- playing quidditch ("its a dirty sport.")

GOALS:
- become a healer
- find his mother ("fuck that bitch")
- find a girl and actually learn how to respect her
- figure out how to build a cardhouse
- sleep on as many continents as possible
FEARS:
- becoming like his old man ("he's not a bad guy, but he's not exactly the person i want to be when i grow up, you know?")
- moving paintings ("that's one thing about the wizarding world i can't seem to get used to...")
- people seeing him as dirty
- anyone finding out he steals to get the nice clothes he has
- anyone finding out that he's actually dirt poor
PERSONALITY:
OCD
no, he's not one of those guys who claim to have ocd just because they have to arrange the salt and pepper shakers just so. he is certified ocd. and it shows. and he'll never say it out loud. jeremy's ocd mainly affects his cleaning rituals, the way he styles his hair, and the way he dresses. jeremy will rub himself raw in the shower on a regular basis. he's not afraid of germs, but he has an irrational fear of smelling bad.

KLEPTOMANIAC
yet again, he's certifiable. but jeremy isn't quite sure he was born a klepto. it was a learned trait. it was how he ate most nights growing up. it's how he thought everyone lived. and now he does it just to keep up appearances.

COWARD
you will never see jeremy in a fight. not because he's gentle and hates conflict, but because he's afraid. he brings coward to a whole new level. he will smooth talk his way out of anything, but the second a wand comes out or a fist is raised, he's hightailing his ass out of there.

LOYAL
once you find a friend in jeremy, you'll have a friend forever.

INSENSITIVE/SELFISH
it's not that he doesn't care, it's that he sometimes (always) forgets people have lives like himself. he's self centered.

FUNNY
or at least he thinks so.

STRATEGIC
when a plan is necessary, jeremy's the guy to go to. (it also helps his kleptomania, unfortunately)

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CLOSE FAMILY: bernerd ward, father, 36, unemployed, alcoholic
MOTHER UNKNOWN
HISTORY: jeremy ward was born in a small hospital outside of cork county ireland. his mother left him just as soon as the umbilical cord was cut (or so his father says). his dad, at the time, was a businessman in dublin, working for a large publisher. but when his dysfunctional fiance left him with a premature baby he had to leave work.

throughout his entire life bernerd was never taught the word "moderation" or understood the term, "save your money". bernerd lived life in the fast lane. he had his entire life.

bernerd was the son of a poor artist with arthritis (you can imagine how that worked out for her). his father was a con artist and quickly taught his son the tricks of the trade.

so the legacy lived on. as jeremy grew, so did his hunger. unfortunately their bank account didn't experience the same trend.

the first time jeremy stole anything on his own, he was five years old. he'd been stealing for years before, his father using his onesies as a carrier for all kinds of treats.

jeremy's been stealing ever since.

when he got into hogwarts, he figured it was just another scammer scamming them. it was common among the population of thieves. they had no moral code of conduct and never cared if you were just as hungry or hungrier than them. it was every man for himself.

when he finally realized they weren't joking, jeremy could feel this sense of hope, a shining light in a dingy world of dishonesty. he read all he could. started stealing twice as much in hopes of buying the newest robes. when he laid his hands on a book explaining the houses, he knew which one he wanted.

he wanted to be in slytherin. he wanted to be prestigeous. he wanted to shed the snake skin of poverty and put on the green silk of pride.

and he did just that.

the sorting hat didn't even stall,"slytherin!"

ever since he's been just trying to hang in there, keep up appearances. he's used a few (many) girls and he's yet to find a solid, honest friendship. his fingers are too sticky and his libido too high.

he wants to change, but he knows that even if these people don't know the truth about his economic status, they do know he's not the best man to be around.

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ALIAS: frankfurter.
AGE: seven. plus ten.
TIMEZONE: est
EXPERIENCE: since the dawn of neopets.
OTHER CHARRIES:

nope

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Living in his own flat wasn't as easy as Tobias had been hoping. Money was tight and the space was even tighter. He barely even had any room to breath in the small apartment above the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. He laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how he'd gotten to this place. Despite being the heir of the Shawl estate, he had little. Being disowned wasn't a problem to Tobias, losing that fortune, however, was a different story entirely. Never before in his life had he ever had to work for his money. ANd now that he was, he couldn't even imagine life before.

Tobias groaned, his back cracking as he stretched. He mumbled to himself, "I gotta get up." Usually waking up was easy for Tobias. He genuinely enjoyed his job. Cleaning wasn't so bad, even if he wasn't allowed to do magic. Sometimes he wondered how he even got hired by the goblins. Maybe they were tired of cleaning their own messes. He only hoped that today they'd let him go see the dragon, feed him maybe.

Dragging himself to the shower was easy enough. It was cold in the apartment, but not so cold that he feared the pipes might be frozen. He flicked the water on and let it run until it transitioned from cold to bearable. He peeled his clothes off, throwing them haphazardly around the room, not caring where they would land.

The water felt good as he leaned against the wall, memorizing the sound of water hitting the porcelain floor. If he sat too long he'd fall asleep. Or worse; he'd think of Lisette and the way her blonde hair would cascade like a waterfall down her back, the way he used to twist his hands through her...

Tobias turned the water off. There were a couple of things he forbade himself to think about. One was his mother, the other was Lisette.

There were a couple of ways to get to work, most of them magical. But today Tobias felt like what he needed was a long walk. He pulled on a jumpsuit that looked like something a muggle mechanic would wear. On the upper right hand side, just over his peck, sat the emblem for Gringotts. He smoothed his clothing, making sure nothing was out of place. He wanted to look good. He wasn't sure why; the only people he would see today would be customers and maybe a dragon.

When he arrived at work, a goblin quickly told him where he could shove his broom. Tobias just nodded and walked away from the obviously miserable man. He started on the lower levels, the ones that Goblin's took carts through. He could see the dragon just over the horizon and wished to go over to him. Pet him, feed him, and maybe make him understand that he knew what it was like to have one purpose and one purpose only. To tell the dragon that he knew what it was like to be thrown in a basement with no shelter, no comfort.

But before he could do that, something came up from behind him, "There's a young girl who wants to see you. Don't take too long though; this damn place looks like a downright mess." As an after thought, as the goblin was walking away, he looked over his shoulder, "And feed that damn monster."

As Tobias walked up the stairs that Goblins were too good to use, he could only wonder who awaited him on the first level. His stomach twisted and turned, knots forming and untangling. Was it his mum? He sure as hell hoped not.

He didn't even have to see her face to know who it was. His palms started to sweat and he automatically moved his hand up to smooth out his hair. He thought he might be sick, "Lisette, what are you doing here?"
lisette <3. there are 658 words. my character is wearing his uniform