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B019 - Fury, Jeremiah "Jerry"[/DECEASED]; MK Kilmarnock's character
Topic Started: Jul 7 2016, 11:28 AM (223 Views)
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Name: Jeremiah Fury
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12
School: Cochise High School
Hobbies and Interests: Martial arts, mixed martial arts, professional wrestling, US History, baseball

Appearance: Jerry Fury is 5’7” and weighs 160 pounds. His three-and-a-half inch long hair is black and worn as a shabby mop, looking as though he’s just dried his hair vigorously with a towel. The color of his hair, combined with his dark brown eyes set a bit deep into his skull and his deeply tanned skin, give Jerry a dark color scheme. This is exacerbated by his love for the color black, as he almost exclusively wears black t-shirts and sleeveless shirts to school, while his pants show a bit more variance in color, style and length.

Jerry’s face is rounded and full of typical Caucasian features, with high cheekbones that jut out a little, giving the impression that he’s always smiling. Incidentally, his mouth usually rests at a tight-lipped smirk. His nose is short and thin and his dark eyebrows naturally arch downward towards the center of his face, offering him an aggressive expression, if an aggressively cheerful one. Jerry’s body is extremely well-toned; while not particularly bulky, his limbs and torso are all very tight and trim, practically devoid of fat. The muscles are not large, but they are well-formed and it is clear he is in very good shape.

On the day of the abduction, Jerry was wearing a grass stained gray Champion brand t-shirt, forest green cargo pants, heavily worn size 11 New Balance sneakers, one black sock and one white one, blue Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs, a double dose of Old Spice Pure Sport deodorant, and a henna tattoo of an anchor that he stuck onto his left calf on a whim the day prior.

Biography: Jeremiah Fury was born on September 1st, 1996 in Bullhead City, Arizona. He lived the first year of his life in Bullhead City until he, parents Scott and Laverne, and older brother Scott Jr. all moved to a trailer park in Kingman, Arizona. Scott worked as an automotive mechanic and Laverne was previously unemployed, landing a job at a Cracker Barrel upon completing the move, and the family found the lower rent of the trailer park easier to manage on their meager income.

Growing up, Jerry idolized his older brother above all others. He loved spending time with Scott whenever he could, watching professional wrestling and horsing around on the couch. Such activities tended to be sparse as Scott Jr., four years Jerry’s senior, preferred to hang out with other children his own age and would often leave Jerry in the dust to go on bike rides around the park with friends from school. Such frequent abandonment caused Jerry to grow very clingy, which only made his brother think of him as a whiner.

On Scott’s ninth birthday, Jerry received Scott’s first bicycle as a hand-me-down, and quickly learned how to ride a bicycle in order to hang out with the older boys. Eschewing training wheels, Jerry instead opted to jump straight to two as he was confident enough to feel he didn't need any sort of training aid. After many accidents and bruises, stubbornness won out and Jerry learned how to ride his first bike, sparking a love for outdoor and physical activities that has stood strong through his entire life. Because he was still unable to keep up with the speed at which Scott could ride, Jerry lost interest in cycling after a few years. He would later find other ways to stay active, including running, hiking, baseball and martial arts.

Entering elementary school proved to be tough for Jerry. Initially believing that he would be in the same grade as his brother despite their age gap, he immediately found himself out of his comfort zone and struggled to adapt to the new environment. His classroom reviews were poor and he frequently had tantrums and fought with other children, resulting in him being suspended three times before completing the second grade. Scott Sr. and Laverne sought help for their youngest son, and found a child behaviorist who diagnosed Jerry with ADHD and prescribed him Ritalin. While Jerry’s grades improved slightly to around a C level and thus strengthened his parents’ faith in the doctor’s diagnosis, his behavior issues did not settle down, and Jerry remained unable to handle kids his own age even through fifth grade.

Trying to seek other options, Jerry’s parents decided that maybe the two boys needed to have some extracurricular activities together, and enrolled Jerry in karate classes. Scott Jr. had already been taking karate for two years and had found it enjoyable. Jerry was greatly interested in learning karate at first, but quickly lost interest, finding the focus on discipline rather than beating people up to be far too boring. He instead sought for his older brother to teach him whatever cool or interesting moves he had learned in his lessons, which Scott was all too happy to agree to. These backyard training sessions often ended with black eyes or bloody noses, things his parents would take note of. Laverne was concerned and attempted to put a stop to the boys' rough-housing, but Scott Sr. considered it normal boy playing as long as no bones were broken. In spite of the frequent lumps he received, Jerry would always ask Scott to go again the next day after school.

All the way up until high school, Jerry had always been vocal about how professional wrestling was the coolest thing to him, and how he wished to be a professional wrestler one day. Most kids his age decried wrestling as fake, and most public attention had turned to mixed-martial arts as the most entertaining combat sport. Eventually, Jerry would parrot this interest in MMA claiming he would be a UFC champ one day with his karate training. However, professional wrestling remained one of his strongest interests due to the larger-than-life theatrics and action involved therein, and he continued to watch it whenever he could, despite claiming that he was no longer that into it.

As Jerry entered Cochise High, Scott Jr. had just graduated from it. This proved to be a major transitional phase in Jerry’s life, as life at home had started to go downhill. Laverne had worked her way up to be the operating manager at the Cracker Barrel, while Scott Sr. had been laid off for a year or two and was starting a descent into alcoholism. Laverne insisted that he pull himself out of his rut and get a new job, to which Scott Sr. took offense in a drunken rage. The ensuing argument heated to a boil and it appeared things would get violent right before Scott Jr. intervened. As Jerry watched helplessly, his older brother attacked their father in defense of their mother, and in the aftermath of the fight, was thrown out of the house. While in a month’s time things seemed to be miraculously patching themselves up with Scott Sr. having come forth with his problems and agreeing with Laverne to attend marriage counseling as well as AA meetings, Scott Jr. refused to return to the house, having moved in with some friends. While Jerry remained living with his parents, he was always a bit nervous around them, uncomfortable about their disapproval for the brother he loved so much. His father struggles with sobriety and has relapsed several times, but has not engaged in any more physical violence. Even so, Jerry remains anxious that his parents could start fighting again.

Being heavily distracted by these events, Jerry had a rough first semester in his freshman year of school and started his transcript in the high Ds to low Cs. As things seemed to settle down and he began to visit his brother frequently, hardly spending any time at his own home anymore, Jerry rested comfortably into the high C range. While never a particularly bright or dedicated student, Jerry took interest in history, particularly segments of classes that revolved around wars; in particular, he has a much higher concentrated knowledge of the American Civil War than the rest of his scholastic knowledge base would suggest. This specialized interest owes thanks in no small part to Jerry's love of conflict and action, causing the history of warring periods to resonate with him and stick in his mind. He was also a fan of gym class, using it as a chance to boast about his physical abilities, whether they be as impressive as he thought or otherwise.

It was around the start of his sophomore year of high school that Jerry revealed to his parents that he had actually stopped taking his Ritalin before even starting high school, citing his main reason as the pills being a pain to remember to take and that they weren’t seeming to really have any effect on his social skills. This was met with a very lukewarm reaction until his parents were both reminded that he picked up his grades during the spring semester of his freshman year, and that ADHD tended to be over-diagnosed in young children, particularly boys. Doing some research on the internet, Jerry decided that many of his personality traits and shortcomings happened to fit another condition, and he self-diagnosed himself with Asperger’s Syndrome. Fearing the possibility of his parents thinking it was just ADHD and insisting he go back on his Ritalin, he has hidden this discovery from his parents, though he seldom misses an opportunity to mention it at school.

Jerry was surprised to find that he was able to connect with other students much more easily in high school than he ever could in elementary school, though he still tended to be loud, brazen and even a little bit obnoxious in his mannerisms. The crowd he hung out with consisted mostly of kids who shared similar interests to his, particularly those into sports and professional fighting. His increased ability to interface with other kids meant that he was introduced to more things, and Jerry learned what parkour was from other kids at school who were interested in it. Jerry’s love for the sport was very short-lived; just one foray of free-running into his new hobby, Jerry suffered a horrible misstep and sprained his left ankle. Even once he had fully recovered, he swore off parkour, vowing to never do something he deemed so pointless ever again.

While it was well-known that Jerry was in great physical condition and did well at most sports, he only took part in such activities in gym class or whenever he had the free time, acting reluctant to play on the school team due to the time commitment in training, team meetings, and exercising on a schedule rather than having the freedom to do things on his own time. During his sophomore year, his PE teacher coaxed him to try playing basketball for Cochise. As enticing as it was for the chance to show off how good he was at the sport, Jerry proved unable to perform on a team-environment and dropped out before the first game. In the spring, he took a crack at baseball and found it much more to his liking. Jerry also enjoys running as a form of exercise and runs to and from school every day, a trip of just a little over a mile each way. He fails to see it as a sport in of itself, however, and has deflected invitations to the track and cross-country running teams.

Other than baseball, the only other sport he pursues seriously is MMA. Even though his brother had moved out a few years back, Jerry continued training with Scott and has explored other styles beyond karate, including Brazilian Jiu-Jutsu and Tae Kwon Do. His visits to formal dojos for each of these styles were short-lived, as he disliked the rigid structure of classes and the stern attitudes of his teachers. He wished to add Krav Maga to his repertoire as well, but was unable to find anywhere that taught it. Because his brother achieved the rank of black belt in karate at the age of 16 and has been training Jerry, Jerry believes himself to be as good as any black belt.

As soon as Jerry turned 18, he immediately tried his hand at mixed-martial arts competition, going as far as Phoenix in order to compete. As of April, 2015, Jerry’s current record stands at 0 wins, 4 losses. Despite his abysmal record, Jerry remains positive about his potential future as a fighter, and insists that his losses were simply a case of bad misfortune. Scott Jr. continuously teases him for his poor performance and insists that Jerry clean up his act before competing again, but also encourages him to keep honing his skills and to not give up on MMA. Jerry still deeply respects his brother but as he has grown older, he has become even more headstrong and insistent that the way he's been doing things will eventually pay off.

Advantages: Jerry is in great physical condition, and is very strong and fast for his age. Despite his informal training, he does know the basics of how to throw punches and kicks, and is so used to the outdoors that scrapes, bruises and most normal weather conditions are unlikely to bother him. He has great stamina, and exhibits this by running to and from school daily.
Disadvantages: Jerry is extremely proud and highly overconfident in his ability. He claims to have mastery in several martial arts styles but in truth only has any real degree of experience in one, which he has received next to no formal training in. He is a showman first and an athlete second, and his tendency to taunt or brag has frequently cost him in the past. In addition, his left ankle is weakened from a previous injury, and is at risk of spraining again.

Designated Number: Male student No. 019

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Designated Weapon: Switchblade
Conclusion: Forget the Ritalin, this kid needs an antipsychotic for all his delusions. Still, mix someone who doesn't know his limits with a practical weapon and a penchant for fights, and we've at least got a good show on our hands. - Trent Camden

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