Jeremiah Philips
Name: Jeremiah PhilipsGender: Male
Age: 32
Patrol: White Shadow
Rank: Private
Personality: The first thing to be noticed about Jeremiah is his confidence. The man never looks like he's done anything wrong or to be ashamed of, and catching him in admittance of fault is either done through gritted teeth or with a cool nonchalance. Jeremiah's temper is constantly boiling beneath the surface, and he makes no attempts to hold it in when it rises unless the situation calls for a truce.
Jeremiah believes that he is always right, that his method is the best method, and he hates being proven wrong. He hates being ordered around, but so long as the person cares about the issue, he is willing to ride along. He can't stand people he defines as stupid, a list that includes the flighty, lazy, or overly friendly.
Jeremiah is hard to get along with, but once his tough exterior is pierced, he will willingly stand up for the people he cares about (often while delivering insults at their expense), but there is one important thing to remember: Jeremiah believes in protecting number one first. Everyone else, barring Darkfell or a love if his little frigid heart can be thawed, comes second.
History: Jeremiah doesn't recall who his mother was, but his father was one of the largest pains in his life. The man was infuriatingly calm, refusing to respond to anything the young Jeremiah did. As the boy entered his teens, he spent every conversation making scathing remarks and attacking the man's beliefs and hopeless idea that his wife would return someday.
One night, when he was fourteen, the man snapped, yelling at Jeremiah who proceeded to yell back. They went on for hours, both blaming one another for any little wrong that had ever happened. The conversation ended with a slap across the face, with Jeremiah as the recipient. The teen left.
He lived alone in an abandoned building for a few years, taking no charity from the people he had once claimed to be friends and hiding whenever someone who might be looking for him for his father appeared. Around this time, he found a metal baseball bat that became, to him, as a teddy bear is to a small child. He became fairly obsessed with it, refusing to let anyone he permitted to rest beneath his roof to take it away from him for any amount of time. If someone filched it, Jeremiah pursued them with single-minded rage until he got it back.
At the age of 16, he enrolled in the Academy, searching for some purpose in life rather than hanging around an old building, threatening people. Once at the Academy, he took the lessons about wolf riding seriously, hoping to bond at 18. However, he was unworthy when he finally turned that age, and so he threw himself harder into training. At 20, he was finally allowed to try, but didn’t bond to his fuzzball partner until he was 21.
The friendliness of his Darkfell bothered Jeremiah to some extent, as the wolf was always dragging him into unwanted social situations. However, by the time they left to join White Shadow, he had come to a sort of truce, and, over more time, began to accept Darkfell as he was.
They lived at White Shadow, content until the new breed of centipede showed itself. Since then, the pair aims to gets their hands/paws dirty.
