Jeremy Fischer Profile
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Name: Jeremy Leonard Fischer
Aliases: More like nicknames, but 'Fish', 'Jerry', and other awful things
Age and/or birthday: June 17, 1974; Jeremy is 38
Fandom/Media/OC?: OC. Gasp!
Programmed Possession: The Bellagio fountain from Las Vegas
Arrival date: 18 February, 2013
I am...: A friendly and bright slacker/latter-day Renaissance man(child)/busker
BODY OF EVIDENCE
Describe your character physically. Jeremy is 5'10", 220 lbs, and he has hair. Specifically he has a lot of curly hair atop his head. It is a magnificent Jewfro. It is brown hair, and frequently there is is also brown hair upon his jaw as well, as Jeremy has a sporadic relationship with the concept of shaving.
Jeremy is blue-eyed, Caucasian, has a big shnozz and a chin that can get a little bit lost. He's on the slightly-chubby side of things, although he's also just naturally stocky.
Jeremy has a very expressive face and body language. He is usually pretty smiley and cheerful. He seems to have a penchant for showing people his belly. His hands have guitarist's calluses, as well as the rare burn or cut from practicing juggling.
What does your character wear? Once in a great while Jeremy will clean up, but 98% of the time he has a definite air of 'unkempt' about him, and his usual outfit is jeans, sneakers, t-shirt or sweater... maybe a jacket. Comfort is the priority, not any sense of fashion or style. He will happily wear completely outlandish things that he finds in the Bazaar, everything from military uniforms to Santa suits.
That covers what they look like. What do they sound like? Jeremy has a fairly nice voice, but more specifically, he knows how to use it-- how to pitch it to be heard over a crowd, how to keep up a patter and hold audience attention, and how to sing. He is a low-ish tenor or a high-ish baritone. His accent is utterly American; bit of Jersey, bit of the West Coast too.
Running down the list of the five senses.... smell? JEREMY MAY WELL SMELL OF WEED SOME DAYS. Aside from that, cigarette smoke, although he doesn't smoke that heavily, but it doesn't take much to get into your clothes either. Despite how disheveled he usually looks, he does shower thank you very much, and that spectacularly messy hair is washed and pampered every day. My precioussss.
Touch & Taste. Uh, okay there. The hair is soft? He is a squishy and cuddly human being? Blood would taste normal, aside from possible chemical additives from pot/booze/cigs.
The fine, fine details: The superficial scars one picks up learning to juggle, and two tattoos: on his left shoulderblade there is a jester with the words KING'S FOOL. That's the classy tattoo. ...and on his belly just above the pubic region are the words THE AMAZING JEREMY in blackletter script, arching around his, uh, magic wand. That's the not-classy tattoo.
PB differences? He literally came about because I saw the PB and went 'yes'. He looks exactly like his icons/photos.
BENEATH LE SURFACE Jeremy is a professional disappointment. He was born to an upper-middle-class family in New Jersey, the middle child between two sisters. One sister has since become a pediatrician; the younger sister is a teacher... and Jeremy is.... a street performer in Las Vegas, so yeah. Family dinners are awesome.
As a kid, Jeremy really wanted to be a stage magician, which his parents quasi-tolerated in the hopes this was a phase he would grow out of. Still, they let him attend magic camp, and bought him magic sets, and duly applauded card tricks in the living room, at least until high school when Dad started urging him towards 'something practical'. Though bright, Jeremy had never really shone academically, but under pressure from his mother and father he buckled down a little in high school. His list of extracurricular activities-- drama club, band, school newspaper, talent show, blah blah-- probably helped pad his application to UC Berkeley just enough, and he was accepted as a Computer Science major.
That lasted one year. His sophomore year, he decided to switch his major to Culinary Arts, which his parents were not really thrilled with, but, at least it was somewhat practical...? The third year it became Music Composition, the fourth year he went 'undecided', the fifth year it was Philosophy, the sixth year Theatre.... Mr. Fischer Senior had had enough and informed Jeremy he was on his own for further tuition. At which point Jeremy promptly dropped out.
He spent the next few years in the Bay Area, drifting from minimum-wage job to minimum-wage job. As a student he had discovered the joys of weed and by his sixth year was dealing it, although never at a terribly great profit due to being a sucker and too often just giving it away. Once out of college, Jeremy spent some time crashing on friend's couches; one of these friends turned out to be into heavier and more legally restricted things than marijuana. Jeremy himself never did more than an experimental try or two with some of the harder drugs-- just not his groove, man-- but through this friend he started getting involved in increasingly shady activities and people.
He learned some skills which, while objectively useful, tend not to lead to anything good in the long run-- pickpocketing, lockpicking, some basic cons and grifts. At first this seemed like relatively harmless fun, no worse than graffitiing a bridge, but as time went by and his "friends" got more ambitious-- and as Jeremy was usually urged by them into the role of the primary 'face' for a con-- he became increasingly unhappy with talking people out of their money, and increasingly having to weigh his loyalty to his friends to the things his friends wanted him to do. Jeremy didn't really like being the person he was during that period.
Three years after dropping out of Berkeley, Jeremy walked into a police station and sat down with a detective and had a long talk about what he and his 'friends' were doing. After the legal fallout of that was resolved, there was nothing much to hold him in the Bay Area, so he hitched a ride south, winding up in Los Angeles. Psychologically speaking he wasn't in a great mental state in this period-- Jeremy very deeply prizes loyalty and his friendships, and even knowing that his friends had been using him didn't do much to make him feel better about having 'betrayed' them. He was sleeping on the beach and burning through what cash he had with him on cheap booze when he made the acquaintance of a younger man named Charlie King who ran on the beach every morning.
Casual talking turned into more regular talking; if Jeremy's good at anything it's in making people like him. Charlie was a UCLA student with an interest in poker and a space on his dorm room couch-- he offered to let Jeremy crash there a few nights, which Jeremy took him up on. It helped him get out of his funk; he got a job at a fast food joint and moved out. They became friends, though, and when Charlie dropped out of UCLA in order to pursue poker full time, he needed a place to live, so Charlie and Jeremy became roommates and it worked out pretty well for them.
In 2007, when Jeremy was 31 and Charlie was 24, Charlie decided to move to Vegas, and Jeremy moved with him. They've been in Vegas five years; Charlie's doing pretty good at poker, and Jeremy, well, he's Jeremy. After his usual string of odd jobs he's settled into something he actually enjoys, which is busking on the strip-- he does magic tricks, sings songs, and tells jokes. It's by no means a steady career, but on the weekends you can pull in decent cash, and Jeremy works hard at it because he's very determined to make his half of the rent and not disappoint his bestest buddy Charlie.
Things would be pretty gravy if not for the fact that trouble always seems to crop up. In an ill-thought-out bid to help get Charlie entered in the World Series of Poker (which costs $10,000), Charlie and Jeremy have wound up owing money to some unsavory types in Las Vegas. There have been threats of kneecapping.
Who matters? Charlie. That one's easy. Charlie's the one who gave Jeremy a second chance at friendship, in Jeremy's opinion; there is very little he wouldn't be willing to do for his BFF. Jeremy is very loyal to people, and Charlie is the big ultimate receptacle of that loyalty.
As for Jeremy's family, while he does love him and they love him, to say things are strained would be putting it mildly. Talking with his parents usually just leads to lectures on what he should be doing with his life, and since Jeremy is pretty conflict-avoidant, he instead just... doesn't talk to them, and sees them maybe once a year for Thanksgiving dinner. He's closest to his little sister-- teases her on Facebook, that sort of thing-- but there's still a big gap there that wasn't there when they were kids. Jeremy's managed to keep his family from knowing the full extent of his criminal activities and wants to keep it that way.
Personality & Psychology: While he certainly has his flaws, Jeremy is fundamentally a really nice guy. He wants to like people and he wants to be liked in turn. He's invested in pleasing others, although usually this takes the form of 'making them laugh' and entertaining them. As mentioned, he's loyal-- if you're his friend, he will give you the shirt off his back... and then probably need a ride home, but heyo. He's forgiving of the mistakes of others, probably more than he should be; king of extending the benefit of the doubt and the second chance.
Aside from just the liking though, Jeremy's also a good guy in a moral sense, past lapses notwithstanding. He will try and do the right-and-kind thing even when it sucks, and won't usually make a big deal about it. He has pretty liberal views as to what constitutes right-and-wrong, although sometimes you wouldn't know it by what he says-- Jeremy will often make offensive jokes that are in no way indicative of his real positions on issues, but, well, he's essentially a stand-up comic and sort of a big dude-bro as well. It's what he does.
Jeremy is very laid back (not just due to weed); it takes a lot to make him angry. His coping mechanism with all negative emotions-- disappointment, frustration, rejection, hostility-- is always humor. He makes jokes all the time, many at his own expense. As mentioned, he's conflict-avoidant-- while he's been hit a few times in his life, Jeremy's never the hitter and always the hittee.
He's brighter than he's usually given credit for-- he reads a lot, and is interested in lots of subjects; he just doesn't have the work ethic to channel any of that into a proper career. He is not terribly attached to either material goods or traditional success: his parents had that, and in his opinion it didn't make them terribly happy, so why bust your balls chasing it?
Skills, Powers, Weaknesses, and et cetera: He's a 100% normal human, but that said, he has a pretty broad variety of things he's kinda good at. Jeremy's the sort of guy who browses the catalog of the local community college and is like, hey, that sounds interesting! and signs up for dance classes. Additionally, it's going to be a running joke that if there's a job Jeremy COULD have feasibly done, he's probably done it, at least for a few weeks. Off the top of my head, Jeremy has worked as a:
-Tech support
-Pizza delivery man
-Sign waver
-Fast food burger-flipper
-Dishwasher--> waiter--> short-order-cook
-Tutor
-Barista
-Courier
-Cashier at any number of retail positions
-Musician
-Magician
-Comic
-Blackjack dealer
-Bartender
-Entertainer at kids' parties
-DJ
-Garbage collector
-Taxi cab driver, until he lost his license
-Dog-walker
-Mall Santa
-others as they occur to me.
In no particular order, Jeremy is reasonably good at dancing, cooking, singing, playing a few instruments, sleight-of-hand, juggling, computers, trivia, surfing (actually he's not that good at surfing but he likes it a lot), and talking your ear off.
He speaks a little Spanish and a little Yiddish. He can swear fairly broadly in several languages.
Sexytiems: Jeremy identifies as straight, and he likes women, and he likes sex. He also likes cuddling and snuggling and making waffles together and tickle fights. If a woman is willing to deal with a) his chronic lack of anything resembling ambition, b) his difficulty having serious discussions about anything ever, c) his kinda-man-crush on his absent best friend, then he'd probably be decent boyfriend material in some respects. In some respects. You would also need the ability to tolerate irreverent jokes at all your sacred cows.
Name: Jeremy Leonard Fischer
Aliases: More like nicknames, but 'Fish', 'Jerry', and other awful things
Age and/or birthday: June 17, 1974; Jeremy is 38
Fandom/Media/OC?: OC. Gasp!
Programmed Possession: The Bellagio fountain from Las Vegas
Arrival date: 18 February, 2013
I am...: A friendly and bright slacker/latter-day Renaissance man(child)/busker
BODY OF EVIDENCE
Describe your character physically. Jeremy is 5'10", 220 lbs, and he has hair. Specifically he has a lot of curly hair atop his head. It is a magnificent Jewfro. It is brown hair, and frequently there is is also brown hair upon his jaw as well, as Jeremy has a sporadic relationship with the concept of shaving.
Jeremy is blue-eyed, Caucasian, has a big shnozz and a chin that can get a little bit lost. He's on the slightly-chubby side of things, although he's also just naturally stocky.
Jeremy has a very expressive face and body language. He is usually pretty smiley and cheerful. He seems to have a penchant for showing people his belly. His hands have guitarist's calluses, as well as the rare burn or cut from practicing juggling.
What does your character wear? Once in a great while Jeremy will clean up, but 98% of the time he has a definite air of 'unkempt' about him, and his usual outfit is jeans, sneakers, t-shirt or sweater... maybe a jacket. Comfort is the priority, not any sense of fashion or style. He will happily wear completely outlandish things that he finds in the Bazaar, everything from military uniforms to Santa suits.
That covers what they look like. What do they sound like? Jeremy has a fairly nice voice, but more specifically, he knows how to use it-- how to pitch it to be heard over a crowd, how to keep up a patter and hold audience attention, and how to sing. He is a low-ish tenor or a high-ish baritone. His accent is utterly American; bit of Jersey, bit of the West Coast too.
Running down the list of the five senses.... smell? JEREMY MAY WELL SMELL OF WEED SOME DAYS. Aside from that, cigarette smoke, although he doesn't smoke that heavily, but it doesn't take much to get into your clothes either. Despite how disheveled he usually looks, he does shower thank you very much, and that spectacularly messy hair is washed and pampered every day. My precioussss.
Touch & Taste. Uh, okay there. The hair is soft? He is a squishy and cuddly human being? Blood would taste normal, aside from possible chemical additives from pot/booze/cigs.
The fine, fine details: The superficial scars one picks up learning to juggle, and two tattoos: on his left shoulderblade there is a jester with the words KING'S FOOL. That's the classy tattoo. ...and on his belly just above the pubic region are the words THE AMAZING JEREMY in blackletter script, arching around his, uh, magic wand. That's the not-classy tattoo.
PB differences? He literally came about because I saw the PB and went 'yes'. He looks exactly like his icons/photos.
BENEATH LE SURFACE Jeremy is a professional disappointment. He was born to an upper-middle-class family in New Jersey, the middle child between two sisters. One sister has since become a pediatrician; the younger sister is a teacher... and Jeremy is.... a street performer in Las Vegas, so yeah. Family dinners are awesome.
As a kid, Jeremy really wanted to be a stage magician, which his parents quasi-tolerated in the hopes this was a phase he would grow out of. Still, they let him attend magic camp, and bought him magic sets, and duly applauded card tricks in the living room, at least until high school when Dad started urging him towards 'something practical'. Though bright, Jeremy had never really shone academically, but under pressure from his mother and father he buckled down a little in high school. His list of extracurricular activities-- drama club, band, school newspaper, talent show, blah blah-- probably helped pad his application to UC Berkeley just enough, and he was accepted as a Computer Science major.
That lasted one year. His sophomore year, he decided to switch his major to Culinary Arts, which his parents were not really thrilled with, but, at least it was somewhat practical...? The third year it became Music Composition, the fourth year he went 'undecided', the fifth year it was Philosophy, the sixth year Theatre.... Mr. Fischer Senior had had enough and informed Jeremy he was on his own for further tuition. At which point Jeremy promptly dropped out.
He spent the next few years in the Bay Area, drifting from minimum-wage job to minimum-wage job. As a student he had discovered the joys of weed and by his sixth year was dealing it, although never at a terribly great profit due to being a sucker and too often just giving it away. Once out of college, Jeremy spent some time crashing on friend's couches; one of these friends turned out to be into heavier and more legally restricted things than marijuana. Jeremy himself never did more than an experimental try or two with some of the harder drugs-- just not his groove, man-- but through this friend he started getting involved in increasingly shady activities and people.
He learned some skills which, while objectively useful, tend not to lead to anything good in the long run-- pickpocketing, lockpicking, some basic cons and grifts. At first this seemed like relatively harmless fun, no worse than graffitiing a bridge, but as time went by and his "friends" got more ambitious-- and as Jeremy was usually urged by them into the role of the primary 'face' for a con-- he became increasingly unhappy with talking people out of their money, and increasingly having to weigh his loyalty to his friends to the things his friends wanted him to do. Jeremy didn't really like being the person he was during that period.
Three years after dropping out of Berkeley, Jeremy walked into a police station and sat down with a detective and had a long talk about what he and his 'friends' were doing. After the legal fallout of that was resolved, there was nothing much to hold him in the Bay Area, so he hitched a ride south, winding up in Los Angeles. Psychologically speaking he wasn't in a great mental state in this period-- Jeremy very deeply prizes loyalty and his friendships, and even knowing that his friends had been using him didn't do much to make him feel better about having 'betrayed' them. He was sleeping on the beach and burning through what cash he had with him on cheap booze when he made the acquaintance of a younger man named Charlie King who ran on the beach every morning.
Casual talking turned into more regular talking; if Jeremy's good at anything it's in making people like him. Charlie was a UCLA student with an interest in poker and a space on his dorm room couch-- he offered to let Jeremy crash there a few nights, which Jeremy took him up on. It helped him get out of his funk; he got a job at a fast food joint and moved out. They became friends, though, and when Charlie dropped out of UCLA in order to pursue poker full time, he needed a place to live, so Charlie and Jeremy became roommates and it worked out pretty well for them.
In 2007, when Jeremy was 31 and Charlie was 24, Charlie decided to move to Vegas, and Jeremy moved with him. They've been in Vegas five years; Charlie's doing pretty good at poker, and Jeremy, well, he's Jeremy. After his usual string of odd jobs he's settled into something he actually enjoys, which is busking on the strip-- he does magic tricks, sings songs, and tells jokes. It's by no means a steady career, but on the weekends you can pull in decent cash, and Jeremy works hard at it because he's very determined to make his half of the rent and not disappoint his bestest buddy Charlie.
Things would be pretty gravy if not for the fact that trouble always seems to crop up. In an ill-thought-out bid to help get Charlie entered in the World Series of Poker (which costs $10,000), Charlie and Jeremy have wound up owing money to some unsavory types in Las Vegas. There have been threats of kneecapping.
Who matters? Charlie. That one's easy. Charlie's the one who gave Jeremy a second chance at friendship, in Jeremy's opinion; there is very little he wouldn't be willing to do for his BFF. Jeremy is very loyal to people, and Charlie is the big ultimate receptacle of that loyalty.
As for Jeremy's family, while he does love him and they love him, to say things are strained would be putting it mildly. Talking with his parents usually just leads to lectures on what he should be doing with his life, and since Jeremy is pretty conflict-avoidant, he instead just... doesn't talk to them, and sees them maybe once a year for Thanksgiving dinner. He's closest to his little sister-- teases her on Facebook, that sort of thing-- but there's still a big gap there that wasn't there when they were kids. Jeremy's managed to keep his family from knowing the full extent of his criminal activities and wants to keep it that way.
Personality & Psychology: While he certainly has his flaws, Jeremy is fundamentally a really nice guy. He wants to like people and he wants to be liked in turn. He's invested in pleasing others, although usually this takes the form of 'making them laugh' and entertaining them. As mentioned, he's loyal-- if you're his friend, he will give you the shirt off his back... and then probably need a ride home, but heyo. He's forgiving of the mistakes of others, probably more than he should be; king of extending the benefit of the doubt and the second chance.
Aside from just the liking though, Jeremy's also a good guy in a moral sense, past lapses notwithstanding. He will try and do the right-and-kind thing even when it sucks, and won't usually make a big deal about it. He has pretty liberal views as to what constitutes right-and-wrong, although sometimes you wouldn't know it by what he says-- Jeremy will often make offensive jokes that are in no way indicative of his real positions on issues, but, well, he's essentially a stand-up comic and sort of a big dude-bro as well. It's what he does.
Jeremy is very laid back (not just due to weed); it takes a lot to make him angry. His coping mechanism with all negative emotions-- disappointment, frustration, rejection, hostility-- is always humor. He makes jokes all the time, many at his own expense. As mentioned, he's conflict-avoidant-- while he's been hit a few times in his life, Jeremy's never the hitter and always the hittee.
He's brighter than he's usually given credit for-- he reads a lot, and is interested in lots of subjects; he just doesn't have the work ethic to channel any of that into a proper career. He is not terribly attached to either material goods or traditional success: his parents had that, and in his opinion it didn't make them terribly happy, so why bust your balls chasing it?
Skills, Powers, Weaknesses, and et cetera: He's a 100% normal human, but that said, he has a pretty broad variety of things he's kinda good at. Jeremy's the sort of guy who browses the catalog of the local community college and is like, hey, that sounds interesting! and signs up for dance classes. Additionally, it's going to be a running joke that if there's a job Jeremy COULD have feasibly done, he's probably done it, at least for a few weeks. Off the top of my head, Jeremy has worked as a:
-Tech support
-Pizza delivery man
-Sign waver
-Fast food burger-flipper
-Dishwasher--> waiter--> short-order-cook
-Tutor
-Barista
-Courier
-Cashier at any number of retail positions
-Musician
-Magician
-Comic
-Blackjack dealer
-Bartender
-Entertainer at kids' parties
-DJ
-Garbage collector
-Taxi cab driver, until he lost his license
-Dog-walker
-Mall Santa
-others as they occur to me.
In no particular order, Jeremy is reasonably good at dancing, cooking, singing, playing a few instruments, sleight-of-hand, juggling, computers, trivia, surfing (actually he's not that good at surfing but he likes it a lot), and talking your ear off.
He speaks a little Spanish and a little Yiddish. He can swear fairly broadly in several languages.
Sexytiems: Jeremy identifies as straight, and he likes women, and he likes sex. He also likes cuddling and snuggling and making waffles together and tickle fights. If a woman is willing to deal with a) his chronic lack of anything resembling ambition, b) his difficulty having serious discussions about anything ever, c) his kinda-man-crush on his absent best friend, then he'd probably be decent boyfriend material in some respects. In some respects. You would also need the ability to tolerate irreverent jokes at all your sacred cows.
