ALBION, jeremy

[jeremy albion]

i get all numb

--------------& it's jeremy henry albion to you.
----------------------------- ( History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives. - Abba Eban )

gender; male
age; 20
orientation; heterosexual

when she sings it's over

build; Muscular - toned, not bulky as he would rather be faster than stronger.
height; 5'11
weight; 195 lbs
hair; He has short, dark hair which is more aligned to the right side to his face; he has small curls at the tips of his sideburns. He has a supply of shavers.
eye; He has slanted eyes with dark brown pupils, suggesting Asian origin.
overall; Jeremy has always tried to stay unique to the current trends in fashion but still generally look 'acceptable'. He is an attractive young man with a short cut dark hair and a clean-shaven face. He has a thin face with a square jaw, and his dark locks cling handsomely to his face without needing any grooming. He usually wears a loose fitting dark vest, occasionally with a band or logo name on, as well as loose fitting dark denim trousers which shows the underwear line, as well as a dark brown belt with see-through gun holsters. He wears dark black boots with metal hoops as footwear. However, if he's gathering samples of infected flesh he'll wear white gloves and a lab coat.

such a strange numb

personality; It is hard to describe a constant personality of Jeremy's. His mannerisms and opinions seem to change at the flip of a coin. However, in general he is very well-mannered to people he is friendly with. He tries as hard as he can to act as if everything is normal with the world, for his own sake; the truth would break his mind, and he knows it. He is generally charming towards everyone - he knows how to handle many different types of lady, and is generally high in the good books with children. Although he, like most animals, is fighting for dominance with other men, he is still generally civil and friendly with men he doesn't know well. He knows how to lead and point people in the right direction, as well as help people along the way.

His mood swings happen often, usually during times he reflects on things he has done in the past. He is a slave to regret, the vile mistress she be. He is often cynical and taunting of his enemies and sometimes finds it in his personality to be cruel and torturous. However, he has learnt the hard way to never underestimate his opponent or exagerate his own skills.

strengths; • good knowledge and aim with handguns • fast runner • knowledgable - particularly of biology and virology • kind hearted • good engineer and 'handy man' • the ladies (go figure...) • can play 'band' instruments; guitars, drums, keyboard, etc

weaknesses; • he angers very easily • physically he is rather weak - he prefers to stick to firearms • he will not trust anyone, not even his friends - he has been backstabbed too many times • psychologically his mind is in a weakened state due to seeing most of his loved ones die. • he finds it hard to kill younger or elderly human beings, even if they are raiders. this applies to anyone below fourteen and above fifty five.

likes; • rock music • women • science • watersports • playing the electric guitar • ideas • solving a problem • the concept of communism

dislikes; • needless violence • feeling ill • elitist people • greed • torment • memories from before the infection • 'players' • some hip hop music

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inventory
- handguns x2 (weapons)
- handgun ammo x2
- batteries
- four see-through sample bags (small, so counted as 2x?)
- gloves
- non-lethal knife (capable of cutting through rotting flesh and plastic cover-up)
- sat nav[/blockquote]

and it brings my knees to the earth

family;

father; deceased
mother; deceased
siblings; n/a
spouse; n/a
children; n/a
other; aunt - deceased

birth place; Leeds
history;

Jeremy Albion was born to Rosalia Albion, a young and beautiful waitress, and to Henry Jacobs, a cruel alcoholic who was capable of charming Rosalia before 'knocking her up' and leaving. Nine months later, out popped young Jeremy, a screaming, chubby little baby. Rosalia felt a certain obligation to this child, to raise him to be a good, intelligent man.

At the age of five Jeremy was a well-mannered, quiet boy who liked to keep to himself. He often felt bored and lonely, but wouldn’t dare complaining to his mother; she was simply too strict a woman to cross, especially at such a young and obedient age - his morals were still completely black and white. Whenever he went out with his mother she always kept a close watch over him - during his teens, he would reflect on this like the Ingsoc government in George Orwell’s 1984. If, in the streets, he would talk to someone around his age, Rosalia would think of a reason to drag him away to the lonely prison of his home. She had taken a job with a high-status office as a secretary to continue supplying the income that would tide over Jeremy’s education.

At the age of ten, Jeremy began to show signs of a pre-teen rebel. It was about this time that Rosalia stopped having private tutoring and sent him off to a marginally less expensive private school for science (although his mother held the science speciality in distaste). Socialising with other children, his personality developed and he broke out of his shy, quiet ways to become very popular with the other children. However, Rosalia disapproved of this; she said that her parents had taught her to speak only when spoken to. Fights broke out between the two for the next three years.

It was at his early teens that Jeremy developed his fondness of biology and, slightly later on, virology. The school had some of the best science facilities available; Jeremy blossomed under their influence. However, his mother was distraught - while he was being taught how animals evolved naturally, she was a firm believer in the theory that God had formed every single animal on the planet. She was also against the theory of the Big Bang - God had created the universe, definitely, in her mind. Further disputes drove Jeremy and Rosalia further apart, Jeremy spending as much time away from home as possible.

When Jeremy was seventeen, about a month before the outbreak of the infection, Jeremy ran away - simply because he couldn’t take his mother’s narrow views any longer. However, after a month of roaming the streets news of the infection reached his ears - he rushed back to his mother to find her lying in her bed, nearly dead. He apologised to her and she accepted it, before she died moments later praying to god.

Two years later and Jeremy still resides in Leeds. The quarantine had locked him in and he made no effort to get out - he would rather perish than live, during the first few months. However, after realising that the virus hadn’t even touched him, a theory developed in his mind - what if he had a, say, immunity? He quickly established a base in the school’s laboratories, and as well as continuing his own education began to do experiments with these viruses, in the hopes that he might eventually be able to create a vaccination or cure… so that no longer would anyone feel the pain he felt.

and god bless you all

alias; rEvOLT
age; 14
experience; I've had several years experience of roleplaying with different standard of forums ranging from beginner to advanced. 200 words is my average so hopefully this should push me.
sample;

Colton, like Risky, was on what he would have called, 'police duty'. He was crouched on top of a building, looking down on the city below. Night was coming, and he was almost exhausted. Well, stopping two trains from colliding kinda did that to you. However, he still had a few hours to go before he could rest for a brief time. Then, it'd all restart all other again.

He was dressed in his heroing attire - A blue helmet with a large yellow 'fin' poking out of the tip and travelling to the back, a blue armoured suit, and essentially just blue spandex. A thin dark visor covered his eyes, seemingly making his eyes dilated. He had yellow 'claws' sticking out of the top of his wrists, and a yellow star on his belt at his waist. He also wore large brown boots with yellow stripes. His costume, of course, had been made by Riskura and worn with much complaining on his part.

Hearing a loud noise, his head snapped to the right. Two cars had collided. One had overturned, the glass shattered and engine burning, the other steering off and driving away as fast as it could. Colton leapt to his feet, and rushed towards the car, his legs pounding harder and faster than any other human would have found possible. He almost found himself going, 'meep, meep' like that Roadrunner cartoon. But the jokes could wait until later.

Colton bounded from the roof, and landed two hundred and fifty metres down the road, next to the turned over car. He allowed his muscles to bulge, before he placed his hands on the front of the car. He then flipped the car over, so that the doors could be opened. A woman in the car opened the right front door and climbed out, before falling to the floor and coughing out blood. She then stumbled off, and sat on the pavement. She looked bad, but she was going to recover. Colton then ripped off the left door, and pulled out the unconcious male driver. He ran next to the woman and dropped him, before dropping a mobile phone in her lap with 999 already dialed.

Not saying anything to the two, he then sprinted after the rapidly getting away hit-and-run driver. Four men were sitting inside the car, each wearing a purple bandana over there faces. The driver looked in the mirror, before shouting an order to the three other men. Each pulled out a handgun, before rolling down the windows of the vehicle. They leaned out, and began to fire at Colton.

The bullets slammed into his body, but fortunately his muscles had already bulged up, and much of the impact was lost. The bullets were like pins and needles on his body. He then jumped in the air, landing on the roof of the car. He placed his hands over the open windows, before pulling back. The roof of the car was entirely ripped off. With a grin, he reached in and pulled the two gangsters out of the backseats, throwing them out into the road where they rolled a bit, before coming to rest, unconcious and bruised, but fine. The driver screamed and panicked, jumping out of the seat and landing in the road, breaking both of his legs.

This left the one man in the passengers seat, with no driver, on a hurtling vehicle with no roof, and a superhero with super strength, super speed, super martial arts training and super senses. Oh, and he only had a handgun. Yeah, he'd be a lil' bit pissed.

After this was dealt with, Colton felt entirely exhausted. But hey, he had his Monster Energy Drink, didn't he? He opened the can and a smooth hiss filled the air around Colton. He brought the drink to his lips, and an almost sickly sweet taste filled his mouth. Yeah, well, this'd keep him going for a while longer. He knew it was unhealthy, and especially bad for his heart, but he kept fit in most other aspects, right? He had a pretty good balance of food, and kept fit and toned.

Suddenly, his head shot up. He sensed something bad had happened to Riskura. He had a sort of 'bond' with her. He wasn't sure how, but he knew where she was and how she was feeling. It might have been something to do with his emotions towards her...

He sped towards her location, often bounding other buildings, and within five minutes she was able to see him.

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for the song you sang, saved us

[romain zadok fontenot]

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