Jeremy Rocusha

[Jeremy Rocusha]

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* who i am

NAME: Jeremy Rocusha
AGE: Seventeen
OCCUPATION: Student
GRADE: Junior
CELEB: Bill Kaulitz

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HAIR: Black with blond ends
EYES: Hazel Brown
HEIGHT: 5'11"

* wha

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PERSONALITY:
Jeremy is the type of person that is not open to anyone. He keeps everything inside of him no matter happens. He keeps his problems to himself, for as they are his and not everyone else. He always talks, big mouth you see. He loves to do so but they will always have a point to the topics. He loves simple things as well as difficult ones. He hates to talk about his past, seeing as though he thinks he never had one. He blushes very easily and he is very ticklish. He has a more feminine body then most, and he uses that to his advantage.

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PARENTS: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Twin Brother.
OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown
AUTOBIOGRAPHY:
Not knowing where he came from often became a problem for him, as well as not knowing who his parents were. He often thought that things might turn around and have a positive effect, if he learned to positive himself, but that, only brought him more despair and more disappointment. He tried to live his life to the fullest every day of is life. He felt that he did not chance a chance, take a risk, then he will miss out, and never wonder what could have came from it. He was always mis-treated at school, around the town's that he lived in. Even his foster-parents. He had lived in many foster homes, everyone sending him back to the orphanage, complaining that he was too much of an outcast and brought shame to their family name, or he was too much like a girl, or just too much trouble.

He had learned throughout the homes that he has lived in,not to trust anyone, or be able to confide in anyone there. He usually kept to himself because of him. He rarely got close to anyone and because of that, no one wanted anything to do with him. He was alone, and sometimes he enjoyed it, but most of the time, he hated it. He always wanted someone there for him. Someone he could trust, someone he could count on.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The wind blew as the trees swayed along in the same rhythm. A few lights lit up and path as a young male walked along the sidewalk. Having no place to go to at this time of night, he settled on the quietest place there was, the football field. He knew that no on in their right mind would play football at midnight. His black and white vans silently tapped on the ground beneath him as he walked. His black skinny jean blended in with the night as his baby blue shirt stood out. His jacket kept him warm as the temperature started to drop slowly. He found his way through the gate and made his way to the center of the field. He needed a place to think with no distractions what-so-ever.

His brown hair danced around his face and another breeze blew past him, making him slightly shiver as the sudden coldness. When he reached the center of the field,l plopped down, his jeans slightly dropping. He pulled down his jacket in the back and put his hood on. Less than three months ago his father died, less then one month, he was at this school. Far away from his only home. He still had not recovered from the impact that his father had on him when he left this world. He layed down, his brown eyes starring up at the sky as a few clouds passed by.

His thoughts wondered to the past memories when him and his father would go out during the afternoon, just before it was dark, and lay down at the park, watching the clouds go by. "Look daddy! It's a pig!" The younger version on himself said as he layed next to his father, pointing at a cloud in the sky. "Very good son. Now, what does that one look like?" His father said as he lifted his hand from the ground and pointed to a cloud that looked like Pooh. "It's... it's.. I don't know. What is it dad?" He asked as he thought as hard as he could, but getting cricket sounds in his mind.

He layed as hand over his eyes as he shut them, wanting to get away from the memories that had once made him happy. He let out a deep sigh and rested his hands on his stomach as he let one leg bend. He brushed his hair away from his face.

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NAME: Krissy
AGE: Seventeen
EXPERIENCE: About four years now.
ANYTHING ELSE:I like Penguins [/size]