Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 23, 2006 2:05:33 GMT -5
Bestowed Mister Jeremy Owen Stiller
Called Germs && Stiller . Occasionally Owen ;; But only to his closest friends
Aged Eighteen . Senior
Birthed 04 - 02 – 88
Suicidal High school Student , Senior
Blood Scottish && None
Elapsing
[x] Music
[x] Smoking
[x] Alcohol
[x] Skating
[x] Guitars
Scaling 178 lbs
Measuring 6’0 ft
Outside Ever met someone with those piercing eyes, the ones which act as though they’re following your every movement? Yes, well that’s your first, and probably final impression that this fellow will give you. Suited with dark brown hair, and similar eyes, he is really quite a stunner. It is quite hard to describe his dress sense, as he doesn’t really hold one, instead, he dresses like how he feels. If he’s planning to have quite a shit day, then he’ll prepare himself for just that, and allow time to scrape away, whilst he’ll stay home. Usually though, he’ll wear something simple, usually something along the lines of a simple shirt, just a tee, a pair of black jeans, tight or loose, who cares? And a jacket; leather to be precise. Truthfully, he doesn’t give a rats about what others think of him, he really doesn’t care. True, he isn’t completely comfortable with himself, and would indeed, like to change some things, but changing everything about him would force him to commit suicide, as he is who he is, and everyone really needs to know this.
Treats Of course!
Rights Rebel
Touchdown 3.2 million
Carers Father – Unknown
Jan - Mother – Age 38 – Hotel Heiress
Holly - Sister- Age 15 – Sophomore
Megan - Sister – Age 14 – Freshman
Persona && Past Growing up wasn’t easy for Jeremy, but he never expected it. Jan; his dear mother was only a mere twenty when she gave birth to the chap. Not long after Jeremy’s birth; his father left, taking just about everything with him. Growing up without a father made everything worse. This is strange, as Jeremy is quite the rebellious type, yet still, he had no one to receive these ways off. Maybe it was because he was seen as the man of the house, and he had the rights to change the families decisions, but also the power to support the family. A few years after Jeremy was born; along came Holly, his sister. Right from the beginning, this girl spelt pure trouble. Not the kind of trouble like Jeremy, but worse. Holly; sweet Holly, wasn’t a happy camper, she had never been content with the families lifestyle, and still didn’t care about the right, and needs of the other members of the household, she’d always been a bossy character, right from the word go, and it only got worse when along came her new baby sister; Megan. The new addition to the household just increased Holly’s ignorant and aggressive nature, she became protective of their mother, and ignored the fact that Megan was now the youngest, which meant Holly had been faded from the limelight and no longer was the centre of attention, instead Megan took her place. This made life harder for Jeremy as well, but by now, his mother was beginning to reject him, unconsciously maybe, but it was slowly happening. By the time Jeremy was twelve, he had faded totally from the scene of the household, and began to think about moving out. Megan; at the age of eight, and Holly still nine, were beginning to feel the affects of fame and fortune, the press always knocking at their door, never being able to play with other children and being unable to walk down to the shops without the paparazzi storming in a bursting out with cameras, trying desperately to get pictures of the family doing everyday things, just to their views, and bosses happy. As Jeremy grew older, he became more separated from the family, and then they moved. Sure, Scotland was alright and all, but their mother wasn’t making any money, and her success rate was dropping rapidly. So off they went, flying off to the big smoke; USA. It was a shock really, and certainly not a good one for Jeremy, yet both of the young girls seemed to just have fallen in love with the magnificent place. The lights and sounds of the hectic and ongoing cities, the fast food and cheap girls, fancy entertainment and posh restaurants; seriously, this place had everything. Back in Scotland; life had been good, sure they hadn’t earned much respect, and weren’t exactly living in a mansion, but they’d been happy. After about half a year of living in a flat in the centre of New York City, they moved on, and off to Collingstead they went. Here, their mother began a hotel business, nothing major, just a spa and sauna accommodation, offering cheap yet reasonable process and a nice stay. In only a year, this franchise grew, and became one of the best in the area. Now, Jan runs it with the help of Holly, and Megan, which brings these three all of their income. They live right on the hill in a three story mansion, located next to the family’s business. Jeremy plays in a diverse and different band; Miss Diana, a successful rock and roll symphony. They play gigs and such all over the city, and do it purely for the adrenaline rush, and of course fun, as there isn’t really any money involved. Obversely, his personality came purely from his past, and his achievements, and mistakes. He is a tough one, and rarely backs down a challenge. Occasionally, he will pick a fight, but only if they really deserve it.
Originating Macduff . Scotland . UK
Lovers Single
Work The mild breeze whipped up the loose strands of hair that hung so delicately from her loose bun. They fluttered in the circling wind, and she didn’t even invest in the thoughts of brushing them from her features. Today was strange, she felt happy, and carried a carefree attitude around with her. Maybe she had her horse to thank, or maybe it was just the day, she was unsure, but was enjoying it. As she’d experienced the following morning, she hadn’t been happy from the word ‘go’, but had developed the mood over time. That morning hadn’t been as peaceful as she’d liked it to have been, she’d been interrupted by her neighbours and when she’d arrived at their room to ask them to keep it down, she got a mouthful of dirty words thrown at her, and to make matters worse, they still continued to talk, scream, yell and such. Yet now, as she had gracefully arrived in the arena, her mood had lightened, and she was once again content. Her mood was forever changing, but usually she was quite stubborn, blunt, brute and unwilling, this was towards others, but horses were a different story, she was still quiet around them, but showed her love towards their species, she talked gently, and never startled them, acted as though she cared, because she did, and allowed them to be free, she wasn’t one to coop them up all day, but she still competed with them, making sure they tried their hardest.
The pace of the horse enlightened her back into reality and as she snapped from both her memories, and the deep thoughts she held; she sighed with confusion. Remembering where she was, she studied the unfamiliar surroundings. Being new here was sort of strange, as she’d always lived in one place, for her whole childhood. And now, she was somewhere completely different, at the age of twenty, with two horses, and a cramped up space to live. Exploring wasn’t really her thing though, and she usually kept herself hidden from everyone, and everything else, as interacting certainly wasn’t something she enjoyed, not even to the slightest, but today was different, she didn’t feel like striking up a complex or deep conversation, but giving a warm welcome wouldn’t be any trouble. The dear horse she rode, commonly known as Chronicle, a content and showy Gelding, bred Appaloosa crossed with Quarter Horse, and bi-coloured, was a young male, he was ridden well, and the female found him a nice and comfortable mount, his movement and gaits were good, and he could travel fast; which was an advantage when it came to their sport; Breakaway Roping. The horse’s streamline shape was full of high spirit and expert movement, which his rider was pleased with. Not only was he an exceptional horse, but he was full of pride, which he received over the years and the will to make a difference, he held a caring nature, but could still act up, and like his owner was commonly feisty.
With a trusting smile, the female petted the horse gently, pleased with the gelding’s attitude towards that days exercise. The female’s leg aids were used, and with the gentle touch of the heels of her boots against the horse’s girth, he sprung into an excited walk, his tail abruptly flashing as his hind flanks. The horse usually did this when he was excited, or there were flies on him, but he continued to do it as they moved forward at the slowest of gaits. As they moved around the corner at the pace, the female’s eyes glinted in sunlight, and were soon shaded by her hand to allow her gaze to stay. There, on the opposite side of the arena; she spotted another pair, a male and his steed. Clearing her throat, she looked away, bringing her concentration back onto the horse beneath her. The gelding wasn’t happy with her actions though, and tried to break free of her hold. Shaking her skull in disgust, she took a firm grip on the horse and directed his frame back onto the dusty track. Still unhappy, the horse tossed his head and threw his back legs outwards, giving a frustrated buck. With a sigh, she rounded the horse, turning his in tight circling, trying to regain her control of him. Failing to do so, the horse took advantage of this and threw his frame sideways, trying to dismount his rider. Though he didn’t succeed, he’d startled his rider, and she was no longer happy.
Calm down Chronicle
Though the tones she spoke with may have sounded harsh, and brute, she didn’t mean them like that, they’d just sculpted into something that had sounded abusive. Instead, she was trying to sooth the horse, calm him down, reassure him that everything would be okay, and that attempting to throw his rider wasn’t exactly going to help the situation. Maybe, if the horse calmed down, and stopped making a big fuss about everything, maybe then she could introduce the gelding to the male’s mount, but then again; some riders preferred for their horse not to mingle with competition, or even just other equines. This was just stupid, or so she herself thought, there was no point restricting horse’s from interacting with others of their race, as they wouldn’t understand how relationships, and friendship worked. Sure, she couldn’t really talk herself, as she hadn’t actually yet formed any friendships, but she wasn’t ready for that yet, her past still haunted her, and she still had trouble talking to men, let alone striking friendships with them. Women; women were strange, and usually quite ignorant and selfish, or at least the ones she’d met herself, the barmaids acted as though they owned the blokes, and the barrel racers usually scared her. But she didn’t usually take the time to get to know people, instead she would just sort of keep quiet, and if they bitched about her they were rotten, and if they ignored her, they were, well, rude, but that was being hypercritical and acting selfish on her part, so nothing really made sense anymore.
Nice ‘orse ya got there
Unsure of what to say, she left a compliment, speaking politely of the male’s horse. It was true; the equine, whom which was mounted by the male, was a good looking animal. A Quarter Horse for sure, as it was usually either Appaloosas, or the good old sturdy Quarters who roamed around these parts, and it was usually quite hard to imagine a Cowboy on a purebred Danish Warmblood. Herself, she owned one pure Quarter Horse; Regal; a Grey mare, only at the age of two, like her brother; Chronicle, which was the horse the female rode presently. She’d never actually had a favourite horse, as her two horses were basically equal, being siblings to each other, they were both two, and both had superior breeding. Their tough stamina showing expert skills in the rodeos when they competed. Both horses were bred by yours truly; the female, and were disciplined in Breakaway Roping. Raising the two foals from their births, she’d been very close to each of them, in different and unique ways. The colt had always been feisty, with a strong and independent nature, yet the filly was the opposite, even though she was the older of the pair. Neither were better than each other on the competitive side, as they both competed well, and never against each other, they had a deep and trusting relationship towards each other, and as well as their owner. The stallion had been gelded, yet still acted very much like a stallion at times. The horse’s rarely fought with each other and got on well.
The slow and peaceful gait of the horse was suddenly lifted and they turned towards the centre of the arena, circling a twenty metre angle. As they moved back onto the track, they formed gently into a relaxed lope, the rocking movement in suspense. They both rode the canter well, never speeding up, and the female could always manage to stay deep in the saddle, never bounding around. This was only the case when they were in the arena, or occasionally out on the trails, in competition, both horse’s wound themselves right up, bouncing from the walls, inhaling the thrill of the busy and hectic rodeo lifestyle. They were usually skitters, and extremely excited, this was because of their young age though; they were only two. Still, they rode the specific gait, and the horse behaved well, as they slowly approached the other pair of horse and rider. Interacting whilst riding always seemed easier to the female, as she didn’t have to concentrate on the speech and such, instead the horse, and her riding, but still, on an off day, it was a challenge, as everything else was. Her mood was still light, and her earlier tones had been happy, they weren’t really the usual; monotone and dull, instead chirpy, or relaxed at least. The mood was strange, and she was unsure of whether she was actually enjoying it or not, sure; it was nice to feel good, and dreamy, but that wasn’t really how she was, and it was wrecking her attitude for this reason.
Secret ichbinein
[ Sorreh about this =P Ish really sucks , I kind of lost moi muse =[ ]
Called Germs && Stiller . Occasionally Owen ;; But only to his closest friends
Aged Eighteen . Senior
Birthed 04 - 02 – 88
Suicidal High school Student , Senior
Blood Scottish && None
Elapsing
[x] Music
[x] Smoking
[x] Alcohol
[x] Skating
[x] Guitars
Scaling 178 lbs
Measuring 6’0 ft
Outside Ever met someone with those piercing eyes, the ones which act as though they’re following your every movement? Yes, well that’s your first, and probably final impression that this fellow will give you. Suited with dark brown hair, and similar eyes, he is really quite a stunner. It is quite hard to describe his dress sense, as he doesn’t really hold one, instead, he dresses like how he feels. If he’s planning to have quite a shit day, then he’ll prepare himself for just that, and allow time to scrape away, whilst he’ll stay home. Usually though, he’ll wear something simple, usually something along the lines of a simple shirt, just a tee, a pair of black jeans, tight or loose, who cares? And a jacket; leather to be precise. Truthfully, he doesn’t give a rats about what others think of him, he really doesn’t care. True, he isn’t completely comfortable with himself, and would indeed, like to change some things, but changing everything about him would force him to commit suicide, as he is who he is, and everyone really needs to know this.
Treats Of course!
Rights Rebel
Touchdown 3.2 million
Carers Father – Unknown
Jan - Mother – Age 38 – Hotel Heiress
Holly - Sister- Age 15 – Sophomore
Megan - Sister – Age 14 – Freshman
Persona && Past Growing up wasn’t easy for Jeremy, but he never expected it. Jan; his dear mother was only a mere twenty when she gave birth to the chap. Not long after Jeremy’s birth; his father left, taking just about everything with him. Growing up without a father made everything worse. This is strange, as Jeremy is quite the rebellious type, yet still, he had no one to receive these ways off. Maybe it was because he was seen as the man of the house, and he had the rights to change the families decisions, but also the power to support the family. A few years after Jeremy was born; along came Holly, his sister. Right from the beginning, this girl spelt pure trouble. Not the kind of trouble like Jeremy, but worse. Holly; sweet Holly, wasn’t a happy camper, she had never been content with the families lifestyle, and still didn’t care about the right, and needs of the other members of the household, she’d always been a bossy character, right from the word go, and it only got worse when along came her new baby sister; Megan. The new addition to the household just increased Holly’s ignorant and aggressive nature, she became protective of their mother, and ignored the fact that Megan was now the youngest, which meant Holly had been faded from the limelight and no longer was the centre of attention, instead Megan took her place. This made life harder for Jeremy as well, but by now, his mother was beginning to reject him, unconsciously maybe, but it was slowly happening. By the time Jeremy was twelve, he had faded totally from the scene of the household, and began to think about moving out. Megan; at the age of eight, and Holly still nine, were beginning to feel the affects of fame and fortune, the press always knocking at their door, never being able to play with other children and being unable to walk down to the shops without the paparazzi storming in a bursting out with cameras, trying desperately to get pictures of the family doing everyday things, just to their views, and bosses happy. As Jeremy grew older, he became more separated from the family, and then they moved. Sure, Scotland was alright and all, but their mother wasn’t making any money, and her success rate was dropping rapidly. So off they went, flying off to the big smoke; USA. It was a shock really, and certainly not a good one for Jeremy, yet both of the young girls seemed to just have fallen in love with the magnificent place. The lights and sounds of the hectic and ongoing cities, the fast food and cheap girls, fancy entertainment and posh restaurants; seriously, this place had everything. Back in Scotland; life had been good, sure they hadn’t earned much respect, and weren’t exactly living in a mansion, but they’d been happy. After about half a year of living in a flat in the centre of New York City, they moved on, and off to Collingstead they went. Here, their mother began a hotel business, nothing major, just a spa and sauna accommodation, offering cheap yet reasonable process and a nice stay. In only a year, this franchise grew, and became one of the best in the area. Now, Jan runs it with the help of Holly, and Megan, which brings these three all of their income. They live right on the hill in a three story mansion, located next to the family’s business. Jeremy plays in a diverse and different band; Miss Diana, a successful rock and roll symphony. They play gigs and such all over the city, and do it purely for the adrenaline rush, and of course fun, as there isn’t really any money involved. Obversely, his personality came purely from his past, and his achievements, and mistakes. He is a tough one, and rarely backs down a challenge. Occasionally, he will pick a fight, but only if they really deserve it.
Originating Macduff . Scotland . UK
Lovers Single
Work The mild breeze whipped up the loose strands of hair that hung so delicately from her loose bun. They fluttered in the circling wind, and she didn’t even invest in the thoughts of brushing them from her features. Today was strange, she felt happy, and carried a carefree attitude around with her. Maybe she had her horse to thank, or maybe it was just the day, she was unsure, but was enjoying it. As she’d experienced the following morning, she hadn’t been happy from the word ‘go’, but had developed the mood over time. That morning hadn’t been as peaceful as she’d liked it to have been, she’d been interrupted by her neighbours and when she’d arrived at their room to ask them to keep it down, she got a mouthful of dirty words thrown at her, and to make matters worse, they still continued to talk, scream, yell and such. Yet now, as she had gracefully arrived in the arena, her mood had lightened, and she was once again content. Her mood was forever changing, but usually she was quite stubborn, blunt, brute and unwilling, this was towards others, but horses were a different story, she was still quiet around them, but showed her love towards their species, she talked gently, and never startled them, acted as though she cared, because she did, and allowed them to be free, she wasn’t one to coop them up all day, but she still competed with them, making sure they tried their hardest.
The pace of the horse enlightened her back into reality and as she snapped from both her memories, and the deep thoughts she held; she sighed with confusion. Remembering where she was, she studied the unfamiliar surroundings. Being new here was sort of strange, as she’d always lived in one place, for her whole childhood. And now, she was somewhere completely different, at the age of twenty, with two horses, and a cramped up space to live. Exploring wasn’t really her thing though, and she usually kept herself hidden from everyone, and everything else, as interacting certainly wasn’t something she enjoyed, not even to the slightest, but today was different, she didn’t feel like striking up a complex or deep conversation, but giving a warm welcome wouldn’t be any trouble. The dear horse she rode, commonly known as Chronicle, a content and showy Gelding, bred Appaloosa crossed with Quarter Horse, and bi-coloured, was a young male, he was ridden well, and the female found him a nice and comfortable mount, his movement and gaits were good, and he could travel fast; which was an advantage when it came to their sport; Breakaway Roping. The horse’s streamline shape was full of high spirit and expert movement, which his rider was pleased with. Not only was he an exceptional horse, but he was full of pride, which he received over the years and the will to make a difference, he held a caring nature, but could still act up, and like his owner was commonly feisty.
With a trusting smile, the female petted the horse gently, pleased with the gelding’s attitude towards that days exercise. The female’s leg aids were used, and with the gentle touch of the heels of her boots against the horse’s girth, he sprung into an excited walk, his tail abruptly flashing as his hind flanks. The horse usually did this when he was excited, or there were flies on him, but he continued to do it as they moved forward at the slowest of gaits. As they moved around the corner at the pace, the female’s eyes glinted in sunlight, and were soon shaded by her hand to allow her gaze to stay. There, on the opposite side of the arena; she spotted another pair, a male and his steed. Clearing her throat, she looked away, bringing her concentration back onto the horse beneath her. The gelding wasn’t happy with her actions though, and tried to break free of her hold. Shaking her skull in disgust, she took a firm grip on the horse and directed his frame back onto the dusty track. Still unhappy, the horse tossed his head and threw his back legs outwards, giving a frustrated buck. With a sigh, she rounded the horse, turning his in tight circling, trying to regain her control of him. Failing to do so, the horse took advantage of this and threw his frame sideways, trying to dismount his rider. Though he didn’t succeed, he’d startled his rider, and she was no longer happy.
Calm down Chronicle
Though the tones she spoke with may have sounded harsh, and brute, she didn’t mean them like that, they’d just sculpted into something that had sounded abusive. Instead, she was trying to sooth the horse, calm him down, reassure him that everything would be okay, and that attempting to throw his rider wasn’t exactly going to help the situation. Maybe, if the horse calmed down, and stopped making a big fuss about everything, maybe then she could introduce the gelding to the male’s mount, but then again; some riders preferred for their horse not to mingle with competition, or even just other equines. This was just stupid, or so she herself thought, there was no point restricting horse’s from interacting with others of their race, as they wouldn’t understand how relationships, and friendship worked. Sure, she couldn’t really talk herself, as she hadn’t actually yet formed any friendships, but she wasn’t ready for that yet, her past still haunted her, and she still had trouble talking to men, let alone striking friendships with them. Women; women were strange, and usually quite ignorant and selfish, or at least the ones she’d met herself, the barmaids acted as though they owned the blokes, and the barrel racers usually scared her. But she didn’t usually take the time to get to know people, instead she would just sort of keep quiet, and if they bitched about her they were rotten, and if they ignored her, they were, well, rude, but that was being hypercritical and acting selfish on her part, so nothing really made sense anymore.
Nice ‘orse ya got there
Unsure of what to say, she left a compliment, speaking politely of the male’s horse. It was true; the equine, whom which was mounted by the male, was a good looking animal. A Quarter Horse for sure, as it was usually either Appaloosas, or the good old sturdy Quarters who roamed around these parts, and it was usually quite hard to imagine a Cowboy on a purebred Danish Warmblood. Herself, she owned one pure Quarter Horse; Regal; a Grey mare, only at the age of two, like her brother; Chronicle, which was the horse the female rode presently. She’d never actually had a favourite horse, as her two horses were basically equal, being siblings to each other, they were both two, and both had superior breeding. Their tough stamina showing expert skills in the rodeos when they competed. Both horses were bred by yours truly; the female, and were disciplined in Breakaway Roping. Raising the two foals from their births, she’d been very close to each of them, in different and unique ways. The colt had always been feisty, with a strong and independent nature, yet the filly was the opposite, even though she was the older of the pair. Neither were better than each other on the competitive side, as they both competed well, and never against each other, they had a deep and trusting relationship towards each other, and as well as their owner. The stallion had been gelded, yet still acted very much like a stallion at times. The horse’s rarely fought with each other and got on well.
The slow and peaceful gait of the horse was suddenly lifted and they turned towards the centre of the arena, circling a twenty metre angle. As they moved back onto the track, they formed gently into a relaxed lope, the rocking movement in suspense. They both rode the canter well, never speeding up, and the female could always manage to stay deep in the saddle, never bounding around. This was only the case when they were in the arena, or occasionally out on the trails, in competition, both horse’s wound themselves right up, bouncing from the walls, inhaling the thrill of the busy and hectic rodeo lifestyle. They were usually skitters, and extremely excited, this was because of their young age though; they were only two. Still, they rode the specific gait, and the horse behaved well, as they slowly approached the other pair of horse and rider. Interacting whilst riding always seemed easier to the female, as she didn’t have to concentrate on the speech and such, instead the horse, and her riding, but still, on an off day, it was a challenge, as everything else was. Her mood was still light, and her earlier tones had been happy, they weren’t really the usual; monotone and dull, instead chirpy, or relaxed at least. The mood was strange, and she was unsure of whether she was actually enjoying it or not, sure; it was nice to feel good, and dreamy, but that wasn’t really how she was, and it was wrecking her attitude for this reason.
Secret ichbinein
[ Sorreh about this =P Ish really sucks , I kind of lost moi muse =[ ]