ZEGERS, Jeremiah, 28. Dead

*I SHUT MY EYES AND ALL THE WORLD DROPS DEAD.
-- the player.
Name/Alias: Hannah
Age: 17
Other Characters: Not yetttt.
Contact Information: You know how to contact me, Tarababeh [;
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*I THINK I MADE YOU UP INSIDE MY HEAD.
-- the character.
Full Name: Jeremiah Edward Zegers
Nicknames: Jeremy, Zee
Age: 28
Occupation: ..dead?
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthdate: April 7th, 1943
Living or Dead? Murdered by a patient


*ARBITRARY BLACKNESS GALLOPS IN.
-- appearance.
Appearance:

Jeremiah is not your average, run-of the mill looking ..apparition. In his former life, when his mortal coil was still fully intact, he got double glances more often than not. Maybe it was the glasses that were, unfortunately, a necessity for him to do anything of worth, and just slightly larger than his blonde head. Or, perhaps it was his over-all appearance; short, clean-cut, golden-blonde hair, worn most often slicked back, and dark blue, stormy eyes, that were regretfully hidden behind his monstrous glasses a great deal of his short life. His fine bone structure, paired with his light complexion and over-all golden appearance, made for a fairly handsome young man, all rolled into a nice 6’3” package. He was a nice mixture of both parents, receiving traits from each, that made him, just a little more interesting, and a tiny bit different. Handsome, yes, and very regrettably, dead.

At the point of his untimely death, Jeremiah was wearing his guard uniform. A plain white ensemble; button-down cotton shirt, tucked into a pair of white pants. He had always hated the uniforms that they had had to wear. They were uncomfortable and, rather ugly, he thought, though they were necessary. According to Doctor Nash Martin, when they saw the white, it didn’t startle the patients, like, oh say.. blue, or black would. Since the day of his death, Jeremiah has been stuck in his hated guard uniform. So, when you die, wear something that you want to wear, because you just might get stuck in it.

Play By: Boyd Holbrook O:
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*I DREAMED THAT YOU BEWITCHED ME INTO BED.
-- personality.
Likes:

People; preferably living.
The family that he left behind
Photographs
Reading; theres got to be something to pass the time
Security guards; the new ones are interesting
Outside of the Guard Tower

Dislikes:

Most of the staff
Other ghosts (mostly)
Being stuck after death
Mature women (25+)
Crying

Fears:
[LIST]Blood
Staying a ghost forever

Habits:

Watching the new guards
Walking the halls during the night shift

Illness
Personality:

In life, and even now, as he serves time as a spirit, Jeremiah William Zegers was an intelligent sort of man. Quiet, thoughtful. He was by no means an introvert, but he wasn’t particularly outspoken, either. He kept to himself, spoke when he had something to say, laughed when he had something to laugh about, and just generally lived how he wanted to live. Mild mannered, and thoroughly pleasant to spend time with. Mostly. Sometimes, when people were in his presence, Jeremiah wouldn’t say a word, and often made such situation a bit awkward. The job as a security guard for Bridgevale didn’t seem to fit Jeremiah in other peoples opinions, but he knew himself better than anyone else did, even Shannon, and he rather enjoyed it.

Working the night shift was something that he, at first, disliked immensely. Up in the Guard tower, every little noise would spook him. What shook him the most, though, was the patients’. Late into the night, and early into the morning, a select few of them would moan, talk, even scream in their sleep. Jeremiah couldn’t stand their eerie cries. His fellows guards found some pleasure in teasing the youngest of them about his flightiness. Jeremiah didn’t find it as amusing as they did, but his relaxed nature and politeness led him to shake off their comments with a grin.

While he was a nice enough man, everybody has their dark side. Jeremiahs’ was his deep fear of the patients. They scared him to the bone, and his mind and his morals told him that, to an extent, they deserved to be locked up in the psycho bin. His strong “judge a book by its cover” tendency was Jeremiahs most loathed personality flaw. He hated himself for being so judgmental, but it had been branded into his mind. It was one of the few things that his young, impressionable mind had picked up from his father.

In a nutshell, Jeremiah was your run-of-the-mill mannerly young gentlemen, with a tiny air of unconscious standoffish-ness.

*SUNG ME MOON-STRUCK, KISSED ME QUITE INSANE.
-- background.
Parents:

Mary-Beth (Hartman) Zegers [Deceased, 81 yrs.]
Edward Zegers [Deceased, 76 yrs.]

Siblings:

Margaret Ann Zegers [Deceased, 9 yrs.]

Other Relatives:

Shannon (Fuse) Zegers [Widow, living, 62 yrs.]
Nicholas Zegers [Son, living, 41 yrs.]
Ariel Zegers [Granddaughter, living, 17 yrs.]

Financial Status

History:

Edward Zegers was a very ‘rough around the edges’ sort of man. From his birth in 1919, to his death in 1995, he wasn’t what you would call a kind man. He was born and raised on a cotton plantation in Atlanta, Georgia. The privileged son of the wealthy owner and his wife, William grew up with a superiority complex that rivaled few others. At the age of 20, 1939, he was drafted into World War II. In 1942, he married Mary-Beth Hartman, his long-time sweetheart, and in 1943, his first, and only, son was born.

Jeremiah was named after Mary-Beth’s father, and his own. He was raised as a military child, along with his younger sister, Margaret. Mary-Beth was a very docile woman, and William was a very demanding man. So, throughout his childhood, Jeremiah watched his mother suffer he wrath of his father. Psychical abuse was never carried out, but Mary-Beth was verbally put down day to day, never failing. All the while, Jeremiah and Margaret were taught the same, though not as severe, superiority complex that their father had been raised with.

Margaret was born several years after Jeremiah. She was a small child, and rather sickly. She didn’t often speak to anyone but her brother. So, of course, Jeremiah loved his younger sister a great deal. She reminded him very much of his mother; quiet, complacent, docile; sweet. She confided everything in him, and trusted him completely. Unfortunately, Jeremiah’s fondness of his younger sister was not shared by his father. Edward was very hard on Margaret, constantly blaming her for things that she couldn’t help; her health, her slow reactions.. He picked her apart on a daily basis. After several years, it was concluded that Margaret had severe autism. At the age of 9, she died of ‘unknown reasons’ later found to be a stroke. The death of his sister tore Jeremiah apart.

After high school, Jeremiah left home, getting as far from his father, who he blamed for Margaret’s death, as possible. He went so far as completely alienating the country, finally settling in Toronto (?). Living in a different city, and a different country can be scary for anybody. But it was especially frightening for Jeremiah Edward Zegers. He was barely 18 years old, with no savings, no plan, and no acquaintances. So, he has always viewed it as dumb luck that he met Marvin Fuse, mechanic and nice guy extraordinaire. He took Jeremiah under his wing, gave him somewhere to stay in return for work in his shop, and even let Jeremiah marry his daughter, Shannon.

After some schooling, Jeremiah got a job at Bridgevale Psychiatric as one of the three night guards. In truth, right at first, Jeremiah absolutely hated his job. The sounds that came through the doors, and floated through the halls in the early hours of the morning chilled Jeremiah to the bone. Eventually, though, he got used to the eeriness of the hospital, as well as most of the patients. When Jeremiah was 27 years old, his son, Nicholas was born. Little did he know that almost a year to the day, he would be murdered. It was years later when the riots broke out, and Bridgevale closed. He stayed at Bridgevale, against his better judgment, and roams the halls, and haunts the guard tower to this day. Sometimes, he’ll even talk.

*EXIT SERAPHIM AND SATAN'S MEN.
-- other jazz.
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