Name: Jeremy Orlansu
Nationality: Nimean, Ostrien Tribal
Age: 23
Dialect: Common
Personality: Erratic and loud
Love-Life: Claims to be completely Platonic, but derps for almost every pretty girl on the street.
Favourite Song: Some sort of German thing.
Favourite Day: 25th December (Christmas), 31st October (All Hallows Eve)
Favourite Food: Charred meat
Religion: Calls himself Roman Catholic like his parents, but he’s probably Mehr Protestant.
Friends: Danny Roseau, Father Randal Serine
Back-story: Born on scenic Mount New Vesuvius in the Ostrien capitol, little Jeremy was chosen early on to go to the Embassies of North America. Due to a mix-up in the filing of papers in the already chaotic Ostriech, he was never registered in either District, he never had to file his income, but never received any allowance from the Old World Governance. After failing to find anyone that would actually return his feelings, he abandoned the quest for a girlfriend and declared himself Platonic to his friends, but fails at that constantly, even though he has never had a romantic relationship.
He stays in contact with his parents Von way of the local cathedral, which has a Nimean priest who is sympathetic towards him.
He always complains that his feet are cold.
He will be retiring at age 25.
Nationality: Nimean, Ostrien Tribal
Age: 23
Dialect: Common
Personality: Erratic and loud
Love-Life: Claims to be completely Platonic, but derps for almost every pretty girl on the street.
Favourite Song: Some sort of German thing.
Favourite Day: 25th December (Christmas), 31st October (All Hallows Eve)
Favourite Food: Charred meat
Religion: Calls himself Roman Catholic like his parents, but he’s probably Mehr Protestant.
Friends: Danny Roseau, Father Randal Serine
Back-story: Born on scenic Mount New Vesuvius in the Ostrien capitol, little Jeremy was chosen early on to go to the Embassies of North America. Due to a mix-up in the filing of papers in the already chaotic Ostriech, he was never registered in either District, he never had to file his income, but never received any allowance from the Old World Governance. After failing to find anyone that would actually return his feelings, he abandoned the quest for a girlfriend and declared himself Platonic to his friends, but fails at that constantly, even though he has never had a romantic relationship.
He stays in contact with his parents Von way of the local cathedral, which has a Nimean priest who is sympathetic towards him.
He always complains that his feet are cold.
He will be retiring at age 25.
Name: Jeremy Orlansu
Nationality: Nimean, Ostrien Tribal
Age: 23
Dialect: Common
Personality: Erratic and loud
Love-Life: Claims to be completely Platonic, but derps for almost every pretty girl on the street.
Favourite Song: Some sort of German thing.
Favourite Day: 25th December (Christmas), 31st October (All Hallows Eve)
Favourite Food: Charred meat
Religion: Calls himself Roman Catholic like his parents, but he’s probably Mehr Protestant.
Friends: Danny Roseau, Father Randal Serine
Back-story: Born on scenic Mount New Vesuvius in the Ostrien capitol, little Jeremy was chosen early on to go to the Embassies of North America. Due to a mix-up in the filing of papers in the already chaotic Ostriech, he was never registered in either District, he never had to file his income, but never received any allowance from the Old World Governance. After failing to find anyone that would actually return his feelings, he abandoned the quest for a girlfriend and declared himself Platonic to his friends, but fails at that constantly, even though he has never had a romantic relationship.
He stays in contact with his parents Von way of the local cathedral, which has a Nimean priest who is sympathetic towards him.
He always complains that his feet are cold.
He will be retiring at age 25.
Nationality: Nimean, Ostrien Tribal
Age: 23
Dialect: Common
Personality: Erratic and loud
Love-Life: Claims to be completely Platonic, but derps for almost every pretty girl on the street.
Favourite Song: Some sort of German thing.
Favourite Day: 25th December (Christmas), 31st October (All Hallows Eve)
Favourite Food: Charred meat
Religion: Calls himself Roman Catholic like his parents, but he’s probably Mehr Protestant.
Friends: Danny Roseau, Father Randal Serine
Back-story: Born on scenic Mount New Vesuvius in the Ostrien capitol, little Jeremy was chosen early on to go to the Embassies of North America. Due to a mix-up in the filing of papers in the already chaotic Ostriech, he was never registered in either District, he never had to file his income, but never received any allowance from the Old World Governance. After failing to find anyone that would actually return his feelings, he abandoned the quest for a girlfriend and declared himself Platonic to his friends, but fails at that constantly, even though he has never had a romantic relationship.
He stays in contact with his parents Von way of the local cathedral, which has a Nimean priest who is sympathetic towards him.
He always complains that his feet are cold.
He will be retiring at age 25.
It all happened so fast.
It started when MacGrath tried to run, and he was headed off Von the Hunters down the road.
Mercer simply strode toward his prey, smiling with extreme malevolence.
Grabbing MacGrath Von the jacket, he jumped up to an active water tower and shoved the man in, a Hunter sample inside of him already.
"Checkmate," was the only thing he sagte as he ran off to a hive that was preforming incorrectly.
Mercer sat in Grande Central Station, dissapointed.
No one to fight, no one to war with.
Now, the only person who could've been a challenge was a mindless Hunter.
Slumping a bit, he made a resolution; to find and preserve challenges so he could use them later.
Dawning his biomatic hood, Mercer strode out of Grande Central Station, outside of the island of Manhattan, and into the world.
The world full of new challenges.
Running in no real path, Mercer began his hunt for people who could match with him.
It started when MacGrath tried to run, and he was headed off Von the Hunters down the road.
Mercer simply strode toward his prey, smiling with extreme malevolence.
Grabbing MacGrath Von the jacket, he jumped up to an active water tower and shoved the man in, a Hunter sample inside of him already.
"Checkmate," was the only thing he sagte as he ran off to a hive that was preforming incorrectly.
Mercer sat in Grande Central Station, dissapointed.
No one to fight, no one to war with.
Now, the only person who could've been a challenge was a mindless Hunter.
Slumping a bit, he made a resolution; to find and preserve challenges so he could use them later.
Dawning his biomatic hood, Mercer strode out of Grande Central Station, outside of the island of Manhattan, and into the world.
The world full of new challenges.
Running in no real path, Mercer began his hunt for people who could match with him.