Description: The barest hint of a widow's peak in his auburn hair is the only part of this young man that gives even the slightest impression of age, every other part of him fully youthful and downright vibrant. His hair hangs down to the shoulders, framing a face that is drawn with hunger. The most defining part of his features are the eyes, colored a brilliant azure, resting above a long, thin nose. The man comes in at roughly five-foot-seven, but seems perhaps slightly taller given the near-dangerous leanness of his body.

Personality: Hot-headedly ambitious, Jeremiah is an easy-to-read man. When he is joyous, he is obviously joyous, bothered, obviously bothered. He defaults to a deferential and polite manner, a mask; he does this particularly with strangers and social betters, yet is easily-riled. To a point, he keeps it under control visually, helpless from letting emotion leak into his features and vocie but not what he says...but once it does it may drive him to further 'politeness,' obseqious 'politeness.' Pushed past that, he may drop all pretense of it, unleashing a wicked and perhaps-cruel wit. He is sharp, clever, and driven.

Background: 'Jeremiah knows the meaning of luck. He knows the meaning of food, and the meaning of many, many, many other words. Jeremiah does not necessarily know the -experience- of most of the words he knows, however.

[The following entry spends its time tracing the yearly movements of one tribe of Ravashari Shav'Arvani until their eventual disappearance. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and the ending follows.]

In the year 993 a brief plague and famine swept through Whitehold and the surrounds, and this is when records of what I believe to be my tribe cease. While I can not find any contemporary commentary on the disease spreading to the tribe, the cessation of any other references to the Andali leads one to the conclusion that this is the tribe I came from before their decimation and dissolution.

[From an entry almost curtly but kindly describing the conditions of an orphanage in Whitehold and the men and women that ran it. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and a part of it follows:]

Despite my origins as a child not of the Compact, the orphanage treated me kindly. There has rarely been a softer time in my life, and the meagre, beggarly conditions seemed instead princely to me. Of particular kindness was one Goodman...

[From an entry describing the positions and duties of a man employed as a clerk in Whitehold, and his attempts to scrimp and save for travel south to Arx. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and the beginning of it follows:]

My exit from the orphan at fourteen led me into harsher conditions, but at least these were mostly self-imposed. I knew I must head south into Arx, for my chances as even an unemployed pauper would be better than my chances as the head of all clerks in Whitehold. Each week, I would set aside....'

Relationship Summary

Spouse:

Bethany - Bee. Partner. Union. Trusted.

Acquaintance:

Alarie - Generous Clothier

Aureth - Fellow Drinker & Entrepeneur

Aleksei - Sense, Sensibility, & Free Drinks

Friend:

Fortunato - The Generous Genius Artist