CADWALLADER, JEREMY

[jeremy]

Player's Name: Erin!
Other Characters: Uh, Peter. ^^ I don’t need another Gryffindor, but… >D
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Random Fact: Er… I’m writing this whilst my dad panics about wildfires?

Name: Jeremy Daniel Cadwallader “There’s no significance here, not really, it’s just my name and it’s just a name that my father liked. Jeremy means ‘God will raise up’. What? We weren’t raised to be religious kids- morals without religion, you know- it’s also derivative Hebrew. So. I don’t know. Daniel also has Hebrew origins and means ‘God is my judge’. Really guys, I swear it’s a coincidence- I’m not Hebrew- really.”
Alias: “Just Jeremy. I’m not fussy about it, I mean, hell, call me Jem, Jemmy, Dan, Danny, Twat, whatever, I’ll answer. Cadwallader would work just fine, if people didn't constantly stumble over it. People tend to go with ‘Jermy’, skipping a syllable in there… I’m not sure if it’s intentional. Mum has always called me ‘Jem’ or ’Jemmy’, I mean, as far back as I can remember. She has pet names for all of us, while dad has always insisted upon using whole names, and if he used your middle name, Jesus, you were in for it. I remember dad getting mad at her at one point and saying ’If you wanted to call him ’Jimmy’, we could have named him Jim.’ But yeah, those who have heard mum speak to me are particularly fond of calling me ‘Jemmy.’”
Age: 16
Birthday: April 17, 1960
Gender: “Male, care to see?”
Blood: Mixed, less than half, though the Cadwallader family has many branches, some of which are very close to pure.
Sexual Preference: Heteroflexible. “I like the girls, but that’s not to say I won’t play around with the boys.”
Wand: Eight inches, dragon heartstring, Black Walnut.
Pet: “Francis. She’s a lovely thing - and a bitch. A huge bitch of an owl. She’s a barn owl and she is constantly, and I mean constantly biting and using her - what are they? Talons? Well, in any case, she is not afraid to use them to express her latent hatred for me.”
Special Ability: N/A

Year: Six
House: Gryffindor. “Damn straight. My parents were surprised, for whatever reason- I don‘t really understand. I wouldn‘t very well fit into any other houses, for obvious reasons. Perhaps their idea of my personality is more cut and dry, but going into Hogwarts, having heard the descriptions of the houses from my brother, and my cousin, I knew where I’d end up. They teased me about ending up in Hufflepuff, which, you know, is perhaps even worse than ending up in Slytherin, from their perspective. But no, I knew what house I’d be going into, without any doubt.”

Best Subject: Classes that require the use of your hands, and busy-work. Care of Magical Creatures, in particular.
Worst Subject: History of Magic.
Quidditch: Yes, Beater.
Patronus: Yes - Patronus is a young horse.

Hair: “It‘s dark. Nice and dark. Brown, I guess, and aside from that, it’s just hair. I mean, really. I wear it as long as dad allows- anywhere past my ears and he makes comments. I prefer it long, to be honest.”
Eyes: “They’re brown. Just blue, not, ‘mystifyingly deep’ or ’chocolate brown,‘ just brown. Christ.”
Height: 6’2
Weight: 160-170 lbs

Jeremy can make a friend out of just about anyone, so long as they aren’t a Slytherin or otherwise a pompous dick. On the same line of reason, he’s very easy to make an enemy out of, and he holds onto grudges and personal wrongs as if his life depends on it. He has a temper and has never been one to hold that emotion back. He’ll get in your face, and is nearly constantly prepared for a fight. He’s constantly prepared to use that anger and physical force to get his way, too. Never with women- he reckons his father would probably kill him if he tried anything even remotely forceful with a member of the opposite sex.

Jeremy loves girls- probably more than life itself, actually. He’s always considered himself to be very charming, and, well, he’s got a way with the ladies, so there must be some truth to that. He doesn’t care for relationships, for being tied down, but he’s not adverse to trying something, should the right girl show up in his life. Many find him fairly obnoxious, but he is undeterred by this fact. He exudes confidence out of every pore, often, if not always, crossing the line into arrogance.

As far as schoolwork goes, Jeremy has never in his life been a good student. He can remember back in the day, being scolded for not paying attention to lectures. He really, genuinely does not care about his schoolwork. The last thing anyone could describe him as would be ‘cultured’. He won’t read for fun- refuses to do so, actually, and won’t hesitate to call you ‘fruity’ for reading things like Shakespeare.

“Right, now she’s got the ‘necessities’ down up there, I’ll give you what matters down here, alright? Where to begin…? I’m more complicated than can be put into words, isn’t everyone?

I’ve a lot of energy. I don’t mean in the physical sense, I mean, good lord, don’t be stupid, I mean, as a person, I’m energetic when it comes to interaction or going into something that you shouldn’t quite be doing. Another word for it could be enthusiastic. Or excitable. It’s easy to get me going, I guess I’m trying to say. I’m not the guy who sits in the corner brooding about s***. Never have I been that guy, the downer, and the day I am is the day hell freezes over.

I’m impatient. I don’t like waiting, and I don’t like working through things slowly. You could say I’m over-eager, I’m sure some people look at me that way. I put a large amount of emphasis on action.

Let’s go over the impulsivity thing again, shall we? Why? Because it’s important. I don’t think about what I say or do. Ever. I mean it. I just do, if you know what I mean, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t, if we’re being honest. It’s a little hard to grasp, and I couldn’t tell you why I do it, for what it’s worth. The thinking through thing is just incredibly hard for me to do. Time and time again I fail at this- and I’ve been yelled at for it a number of times. Mostly by my father, but we’ll get to that.

Ooh, I have to talk about how I am with the girls, don’t I? I like them. I’m good with them, too. I’m a bit of a flirt. It’s subconscious, I swear. There are days when I’m entirely perverted about them, and most of my male friends can confirm this. I’ve got a hell of a sex drive, let me tell you. That said, it’s hard for me to commit. I mean, I will but I don’t like it at all. I think sex is fun and you don’t have to be in love to enjoy it, that’s all.

I’m a bit over-exacting. We’ve already been over that, a little, too, but it needs to be said. I like attention. I crave it- I reckon it comes from growing up in a household where you had to do something bad to get noticed in any real way. Any attention, good or bad, I thrive on.

I like having fun. Simply put. Rarely do I think about school- I just want to have fun, hang out with a girl here and there, and on occasion piss off a professor. I don’t think it’s much to ask for, realistically. It’s easily accomplished. When I am forced to do school work to make a grade, I do it half heartedly, with a lot of boredom and procrastination, but fortunately I’ve got friends here and there who can help me fairly easily. I’d have probably failed miserably by now if I didn’t have them.

I’m not good with my words. I’ll stumble over them a lot and repeat myself in a social context. It’s very easy to make me speechless. If I’m angry, I won’t be using my words to get at you, anyway.

I‘m loyal. This, I think, is very important to mention. If I happen to like you and if you aren’t a prick, I’ll do just about anything for you. I mean anything, too, I’m not too concerned for my own wellbeing. That’s another thing, too. I value a lot of people to such an extreme note that I’ll be extremely happy to be self sacrificing for nearly anyone. I’ll take the blame in a bad situation. I’ll gladly take a fall. I’ll even, hell, die for you if I have to. Well, maybe not for you, but for my family, definitely.”

Benjamin Cadwallader and Elizabeth Houghton met on a rainy night in London, in the ministry lift. They both worked with the ministry, and after their first meeting, they began seeing each other often. They became good friends, and eventually, Benjamin asked Elizabeth if she would agree to a date with him. Naturally, she did. A little over a year later, the couple was married, having fallen deeply and indisputably in love. A little over a year after that, their first child, Elliot was born. Benjamin had wanted to stop there, and... naturally, Elizabeth found herself pregnant again, this time with a little girl, whom they named Gabrielle. After Gabby was born, came Jeremy.

Jeremy's first years of life, like anyone's, are a bit of a blur to him. He knows only what he has been told, and that is that he, Ellie, and Gabby, spent a lot of time bouncing back and forth between their house and their aunt Olivia's house until Heather was born when Jeremy was just two years old. Even then, the four of them spent a lot of time around 'aunt Livvy' and her children, Bridget, John, and Robert. When Jeremy was four, Lauren came along, and then finally, when he was six, the last of the Cadwallader family was born, being Michael.

Having six children around the house to dote on was no easy task. Elizabeth was soon incredibly thankful that Elliot was off to Hogwarts, and began to heavily anticipate Gabrielle leaving, as well. When her Hogwarts letter never came, the entire family was mortified - they thought someone at the school had made a mistake, and Gabby locked herself in her room for three days. Still, no one understands how this might have happened. She merely never developed any magical skills. This sparked a fear in Jeremy - up until he received his Hogwarts letter, he was never quite sure that he would get one, and it scared him to death.

Jeremy spent his childhood playing and hanging around with his siblings and his cousins. Not much really happened to the kids, as a general rule. Often, they'd play games in the back yard, pretending to be pirates or space men, or, sometimes, muggles. On occasion, the eldest children would treat the younger ones to ice-cream, or a movie. They had an easy childhood, all of them.

When Jeremy was nine, and was somewhat pleased with the idea that there would be no more siblings to pretend to look after, his mother's sister, Audrey, showed up on their doorstep, heavily pregnant and without a place to stay. Elizabeth, being charitable, allowed her sister to move in until she got back on her feet. The children accommodated her happily - of course, loving the new, friendly face and the candy she always seemed to have on her. When she went into labor, Elizabeth rushed her off to Mungo's. What came back was a baby boy, Garett, and Audrey had died in childbirth. Jeremy came to immediately resent his new 'brother.' He was often mean to the baby, and though he didn't seem to notice, his mother certainly did, and he was chastised often for it.

When he went off to Hogwarts, he was immediately sorted into Gryffindor, began making friends, and practicing Quidditch every spare moment he had. In fourth year, he finally made it onto the team, to his great pleasure.

“First of all, it should be noted that there are a lot of Cadwalladers floating around out there. There are a lot of branches and only a few of those branches are on speaking terms, but that doesn’t matter, alright? I’m going to lay out the stuff that really matters down here and you’ll be glad I didn’t go into those stupid little tiffs that have happened over the years. You’ll be grateful I skipped some topics.

If you’ve got these ideas that I’m about to give you a sob story here, get that out of your head. Right now., No, I’m dead serious here. I don’t hail from a broken home, I’m not a fucking orphan and I’m not about to pretend that it was hard for me growing up. I’ve had a relatively easy life, you could say. We’ll start with my parents. My parents are in the kind of love that is indisputable. All of us kids know this, and I guess one could say we’ve never really questioned it. They rarely fight, they get along fantastically, actually. Dad never slept on the couch and Mum never stayed the night at a friend’s to get away. The one thing they disagreed upon was children. Having them, to start with. Mum wanted several, dad wanted one or two.

Mum won that battle.

Then there was the matter of our discipline. Dad was constantly being strict about everything. We did not break rules, and if we did, we would all but live out of our bedrooms. He’d enforce the most unreasonable punishments, but then there was mum, slipping us cookies or giving us permission to go out and play. They make a good team, and mum could always threaten us with dad.

All of us we’re taught at home, which was kind of a mess- it was rarely we’d get proper lessons, but mum tried. We all knew the basics for Hogwarts, of course, by the time it was time to go, but there are many many people who knew more than any of us could hope to learn upon entrance.

Elliot was five when I was born, and Gabrielle was three. They’ve always told me I didn’t quite mean a whole lot to them at first, that I was just a bit of an oddity until I got a little older. Then I was a plaything, and then, Heather was born and they would go on to say the same things of her.

My first memories were vague. There were always a lot of children around, and there was really never time to be bored. My cousins, Bobby, Bridget, and John, were all but siblings to us. My aunt Olivia would take turns with my mum babysitting all of us, because there were a lot of us, after all. Mostly we played outside, sometimes Elliot, as the oldest, would take everyone out on the town. I grew up timid- sort of shy and never willing to take the leading position - that was Elliot’s job, and then eventually Robert’s, and when the two were at Hogwarts, this is when I truly began developing as a person, thrusted into that oldest male position.

I was five when I began displaying magical ability. I don’t remember it well enough, to be honest, but it came in the form of opportunities for me to go off on my own. As they tell me, I hated being part of a group like that, I preferred to play alone, which was a near impossibility with all of us.

I believe I was seven when my dad bought Francis for me. She was young- about a year, and not really trained very well which might explain the personal hell I go through just to send a bloody letter home now. That’s besides the point. I was always kind of fascinated by animals, still am, and I’m at the point where I’ve taken Care of Magical creatures every year I could, for nothing more than a bit of fun. I mean, it’s nothing to the point of obsession, I just like them. A lot. Even Francis when she’s being a bitch. We’ve always had animals around, especially dogs.

So, yes, life went on, and nothing interesting really went down. Well, actually, I do remember pretty vividly Gabby never receiving a Hogwarts letter and being devastated, not coming out of her room for days… But this is my history, isn’t it? I remember being so worried I wouldn’t get my letter either, that I’d have to live like a muggle and being mortified at the idea. Anyway, moving on, when I was eight and both of the older boys were in school, and Gabby was attending a muggle school in town, I was suddenly the oldest. My parents were finally done having children (it was about time, too) as mum had had some issues with Michael. Things were settling down- it was nice, I thought.

When I was eight, my mum received an owl from her sister practically begging for help and a place to stay. If you know my mum, you know she’s never one to turn a person in need away. Hell, she practically never punished us because she didn’t like to see us sad. Anyway, she invites Audrey over to live with us for as long as she needs. Us kids were kept in the dark but it turned out she had been kicked out of her house by her boyfriend of three years and simply needed a place to stay. She was also four months pregnant. Our house was always a kind of hub for our ‘miscreant’, as my mum puts it, relatives. I can’t count the number of times my uncle Charlie stayed in the guest room for a few nights to get back on his feet. Kind of ridiculous if you ask me.

Audrey ended up being pretty sick- that’s how they always explained it to us, anyway. No- wait, I’m not doing that. You don’t need it softened for you. One night, when I had just turned nine, Aunt Audrey was rushed to the hospital and didn’t come back. What did come back was a new baby, Garrett. I’m obliged to call him ‘brother’ but cousin is more accurate. My mum loves kids, and if you haven‘t gathered that by now you‘re a moron. She hadn’t wanted to stop with Michael and so when Audrey died in childbirth and the father wanted nothing to do with the child, suddenly we were stuck with him. That sounds a little cold, I know, but it is what it is. He’s a little weird and he sticks out like a sore thumb.

Er, anyway, lets get to Hogwarts, shall we? I received my letter - and was thoroughly relieved - around the same time as Bridget. Bridget and I were incredibly close, until after the sorting. I was sorted into Gryffindor, which was met from distaste from Elliot and Robert, who were both sorted into Ravenclaw. Bridget was nearly instantly placed in Slytherin, and I found myself booing along with my new housemates. Hard to believe something as petty as a separation of houses could spark a rivalry as we’ve got, but, it did.

Returning from my third year, I was thirteen. Gabby was sixteen. Over the summer, she had friends over a lot, I remember she used to tell them that our parents were really into the occult to get past the crazy things laying around the house. They were the kind of crowd that loved that kind of shit. They’d pick on all of us, her crazy boarding school, shut in siblings, constantly telling Gabby she was the only normal one in the family. Anyway, to my point- a real turning point for me, actually. One afternoon she had her friends over and they were in her room and I went to tell her she needed to get her laundry for mum, and I walked in to a cloud of pungent smoke. They laughed at me, given, I was a little shocked, and within moments they had come to a common agreement on what to do. Get the kid high. This may seem like a redundant sort of thing to include, but it was a big thing when it happened, I mean- and it really changed the way I go about things.

They beckoned me in and made me shut the door behind myself. Looking back they were all pretty giggly and obnoxious. Looking back, I thought it was pretty fucking awesome to see my sister like that. So they pass me the joint and all six or seven of them try to give me instructions at the same time. All of them had some stupid little tip. I didn’t even know what it was but peer pressure prevailed. Sharp inhale. I attempted to hold it in, to keep from exhaling but I couldn’t. It was a shock, and I coughed, hacked, wheezed, whatever. They laughed and had me try again, and the second time I did slightly better.

Apparently I was pretty stupid. Gabby claims to this day, I spent two hours sitting in the corner of her room psychoanalyzing a plush of hers and giggling like a bloody schoolgirl. Directly afterwards, I found my way to the backyard and crashed. Mum thought I was sick. Which is funny, in it’s own right, given that she’s constantly listing off the signs of drug use, mostly to me, as a matter of fact. I ended up smoking with Gabby a lot that summer.

Alright, it’s time to wrap this up, I’m bored, now, and there’s nothing left to cover. I settled will into my classes, but never ever excelled. Highest grade I’ve received to this day is an E. Does that matter?”

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Signed: Erin

Note - The personality is partially in first person, and the history is all in first person, ‘cause I was too lazy to re-write. If you want it changed, I will, but I feel like his voice is more captured that way, too xD And it’s more interesting to read xD