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 JR Zerner
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Name: (FIRST AND LAST NAME ONLY!) JR Zerner
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Bloodline: Half blood
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Six foot one. One hundred and seventy five pounds. Cocking, enduring grin that never seems to be far from the seventh years face, this teenager has very little fat to him - slender and muscular is a better fit to describe him. JR never has been one to eat much; and double that with his habit of seeing the sunrise as he's jogging around the lake makes it so that he's slim and has a slightly fit body. His long lanky arms seem odd to the slender young man, something he intends to fix with using weights but never quite seems to make time to do this activity. With his broad shoulders and thin waistline, he has troubles finding shirts that fit him on the first try, not to mention pants that stay up without some sort of magic or thick belt to keep them up for his height.

As such, JR doesn't think much of his appearance, other than to know that somehow it all fits together and meshes in a way that works for him. He loves to spike his dark brown hair, always has pearly white teeth that should not belong to a seventeen year old male, although it's rarer when people see them. When graced with it, his smile is both adorable and charming. With a chiseled jaw that always seems to have a five o'clock shadow, but never too dark or long for a bear. With piercing sharp dark green eyes, the shadow on his face, and the smile that is rare it's not too hard to tell that there's something looming beyond the depths of this teenager.

This seventh year isn't ever found without a silver chain around his neck, an heirloom from his late father. It's maybe the single piece of his appearance that JR insists upon daily, other than the spiky hair. Most days, it's hidden beneath his long-sleeved t-shirts and belted jeans. Coated with a spell that makes it never rust, the linked chain never comes off; nor does JR breathe a word about it anyone.

Personality: (600 word minimum)

Watcher. Observer. JR is often found in the shadows where someone might least expect him, taking in the scene that unfolds before him. He enjoys watching people's behaviors, trying to figure the person out from afar before speaking them - if he ends up enraging them in conversation. The seventh year likes to have a little bit of an element of surprise when he joins a group or conversation, knowing what is going on before the people around him realize that he knows. Even when among people, JR tends to be quieter. Not to be rude or unsocial, but to figure people out in a way that interests him. As one might say, every behavior and action says something about a person. When JR does engage in conversation, the young man has witty comebacks or items to share - at least in his own ears. It remains to be seen if the rest of the population sees it that way.

JR presents himself to have a tough, thick shell, with lots of walls - only those that know him really well know the secret of his heart; that's he's really an over-sized teddy bear. He's willing to talk about anything - other than his personal life. Meaning his life outside Hogwarts, his childhood and his family are all strictly no-nos. Talking about them would bring down those walls he's carefully put into place in the last few years.

On the flip-side, JR is completely willing to do anything for anyone that might need help. That first year that can't reach the top shelf in the library? He's suddenly there, getting the book down. That fifth year girl that's heartbroken about her boyfriend breaking up with her? He's there, holding her and wiping away the tears so that she can feel better. That third year that just fell off his broom? It was JR that was the first one across the pitch and getting him to the wing. JR has ta burning desire to make anything better for anyone that he can. He's helpful to a fault that people probably don't want his help; not that JR really takes notice to that.

Often found in the corner of the library with a Charms book, JR tends to spend a lot of his free time tucked away in the dark nook at a table all his own. If he's not doing homework or deeply invested in his Charms book, he'll be holding a tennis ball, bouncing it when the librarian is occupied, as he watches the people. This is how he learns about the world around him – by watching. It also how for the most part, JR knows about what's happening in the school. It's really easy to hide in the shadows and not be seen, but able to hear who has had a fight with who, who has a crush on who, and who is dating who, before the gossiping members of the school or shushed by the librarian or the students actually focus in on their homework.

In the end, we have a seventeen year old, on the very verge of leaving Hogwarts with a diploma, that is lonelier than a homeless man. Helping everyone else out and not wanting anything in return is wonderful, but JR is so closed off to others that he doesn't know how to let others help him face his own problems, or just be his friend when he needs them, rather than always being the one giving in a relationship.

Character Background: (600 word minimum)

Growing up, JR knew nothing of magic. Nothing of the Wizarding World. Nothing except the fact that he was different from all of the other kids at school - but he didn't care. He had a father that loved him, doted on him, spent more time with him than anyone else in the world. His father, Joe, was a restaurant owner, two to be exact. and both of the places will filled with different events captured in photos of the two Zerners' as happy as could be. It didn't matter how many dishes JR flinged across the kitchen mysteriously, it didn't matter that there was times he could make the lights turn on or off without touching the switch, or the fact that at times, he could make the dishes wash themselves if he really, really didn't want to do his chores that day.

When the Hogwarts letter came, it wasn't a real surprise to find out that there was a world full of magic - because both Joe and his son JR had seen more than enough over the last few years. It was when JR was fourteen that he learned exactly how he had magic in his veins however - the young boy that had been left with his father at birth had a mother that was a witch. The reason for this learned piece about his life, was however, very unfortunate.

In the spring of his fourth year, JR was informed via letter that his father had died in a house fire. His childhood house was gone, as well as his father, his best friend. Upon taking the train home, he would be spending that summer with his mother. It was then that the young boy turned from an open and honest child to the seventeen year we meet today. That summer, and the summers to follow, seemed to have changed him forever.

Entering fifth year, JR was changed. Different. Quieter, more reserved. Not willing to talk about the summer and his time at home the way he was prior to this year. After a time, most of his friends seemed to drift away because he was just too different for their tastes. They weren't sure where their friend had gone, the friend that suddenly had walls across his heart, shadows across his face, and dreams at night that would wake the whole dormitory at times. Nearly three years later, JR is just as closed off as he was at the start of his fifth year. Some would say that he's still grieving his lost father. Others wonder about his home life, where he spends the summers, what he had experienced to change him so drastically in such a short amount of time.

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JR (Joseph Rymann) Zerner
||Seventh Year || Seventeen Years Old||
||Gryffindor|| Half-Blood||

Appearance:

Six foot one. One hundred and seventy-five pounds. This teenager has very little fat to him - slender and muscular is a better fit to describe him. JR never has been one to eat much – couple that for the extreme amount of running, weight lighting and boxing that he seems to always be doing, JR is quite the built seventeen-year-old. His broad shoulders curve into a toned but thin abdomen, his legs are scalped and shaped, fit only for a runner. His gait seems to be slightly off however, and the lion doesn’t exactly stand up straight and tall. It would suit him well if he didn’t hunch his shoulders quite so much, and arched his back, but we can blame that on a spine that is slightly curved at about a fifteen-degree angle.

JR doesn’t think much of his appearance and is not one to go around flaunting it at all. He doesn’t run or workout out to look good – he does the activities to keep his mental health and the chiseled and toned body become a result of it in the mean-time. He only started weight lighting when it was pointed out to him that his legs were going to be in shape but his upper body strength would be awful. Taking that into consideration, the lion had started to lift every so often as well – but the young man’s first love would always be running.

When graced with it, his smile is both adorable and charming. With a chiseled jaw that always seems to have a five o'clock shadow, but never too dark or long, the white teeth seem to go perfect with it, except that one fanged tooth that drives him a little crazy. It only comes out when the young man parts his narrow lips a little too far, when laughing just a little too hard. Fortunately, that hasn’t been much an issue lately – laughter seems to be a hard-pressed thing for the dirty brown haired boy. His hair never quite stays down and JR chooses to spike or ruffle it up most days rather than trying to tame it with a comb.

The single most important part of the seventeen years’ old’s appearance to note is that he has scars on his upper body. One on his front that runs from the base of his collarbone on the right side in a zig zag across his chest to his heart. On his back, he has multiple scars, made from deep inserts into his skin. They are charmed daily with glamour charms; it is essential to do every morning and every night, to keep others from knowing the horrors in his life.

This seventh year isn't ever found without a silver chain around his neck, an heirloom from his late father. It's maybe the single piece of his appearance that JR insists upon daily, other than the glamour charms upon his skin. It’s not that the chain itself means anything significant to him, but it’s from his father. He doesn’t talk about it much, nor does it come out to be seen very often. There are days when the Gryffindor chooses to glamour it with the charms that he puts on his skin, and other times, he leaves it out to be seen. It depends on his mood and what seems right for that day.

Personality:

JR presents himself to have a tough, thick shell, with lots of walls - only those that know him well know the secret of his heart; that's he's really an over-sized teddy bear. He's willing to talk about anything - other than his personal life. Meaning his life outside Hogwarts, his childhood and his family are all strictly no-nos. Talking about them would bring down those walls he's carefully put into place in the last few years. For this reason, he finds it hard to form meaningful relationships because to have those you must be personable. You must want to connect to people in a meaningful way. People want relationships that are give and take, not just listen and receive that way that he would rather they be.

On the flip-side, JR is completely willing to do anything for anyone that might need help. That first year that can't reach the top shelf in the library? He's suddenly there, getting the book down. The girl that wants to have a slide on the staircase, JR will be the guy to do it, just to make her smile, just ask Idys Ward. The young man has a burning desire to make anything better for anyone that he can. He's helpful to a fault that people probably don't want his help; not that JR really takes notice to that. It’s caused some issues along the way, just ask Quincy Elkins and Erik Dwight.

Smiling and laughter seems to have faded away into a chest that he has lost the key to. Since fifth year JR has been struggling to find a true happiness – something about seeing people being murdered might do that to the young mind. The peace that he feels when running is the closest thing to happiness that he feels – which might be part of why he runs so much. It clears is mind, makes the boy feel freer somehow, making it so that he doesn’t have to focus on the demons that plague him, especially at night. More nights than not, the seventh year can be found sneaking out and back into the castle only after he has done his loop around the grounds, the lake, through the forest and across the Quidditch pitch – sometimes more than once.

There is a deep, buried, pent up frustration that lies within the young man – we see this when he makes the Room of Requirement into a boxing area nowadays – having traded in punching nasty people fifth year to using the room to let out his frustrations that come from seeing his brother murdered, that comes from the guilt that he shouldn’t have of letting his mother be murdered, and of his father dying as well.

If he were in the muggle world he might have been something of a track star. Alas, in the Wizarding world you find that the only sport that gets any sort of attention is Quidditch. JR spends a lot of time running, weight-lifting and throwing punches at punching bags. The fact that there is no sport in the Wizarding world that would give him extra attention suits the wizard just fine. JR would prefer the spot light off him. It causes too many questions.

The reasons behind not wanting people to know about the way that he spent his summers after fourth year is because JR does not want to be pitied or looked at any different than any other person in the castle. He doesn’t want the gossip and whispers of the student body to circle around the mystery of where and how or who he got the scars on his body from. Better to lock that up tight and not let anyone know about it. In other words, that’s why he puts glamour charms on his skin to make it smooth.

Character Background:

Growing up, JR knew nothing of magic. Nothing of the Wizarding World. Nothing except the fact that he was different from all the other kids at school - but he didn't care. He had a father that loved him, doted on him, spent more time with him than anyone else in the world. His father, Joe, was a restaurant owner - with two to be exact - and both places were filled with different events captured in photos of the two Zerners' as happy as could be. It didn't matter how many dishes JR made fly across the kitchen mysteriously, it didn't matter that there was times he could make the lights turn on or off without touching the switch, or the fact that at times, he could make the dishes wash themselves if he really, really didn't want to do his chores that day.

When the Hogwarts letter came, it wasn't a real surprise to find out that there was a world full of magic - because both Joe and his son JR had seen more than enough over the last few years. It was when JR was fourteen that he learned exactly how he had magic in his veins however - the young boy that had been left with his father at birth, but he also had a mother that was a witch. The reason for this learned piece about his life, was however, very unfortunate.

Fourth year was when the young teen had learned that he was attracted to the opposite sex – his best friend, Kiska, in fact, seemed to be the one to plague the boys’ dreams often. He didn’t exactly know what it meant as he woke in the middle of the night with these new, strange sensations, but it wasn’t exactly something you went and asked your dad about, was it? As it turned out, the boy never got the chance because he stayed quiet just a little too long and then the chance was gone.

On the train ride home after fourth year, he received a mysterious letter that told him that his father had died in a house fire and that he was to meet his birth mother on the platform 9 and ¾, and go home with her that day. It was signed by the Minister of Magic himself. His childhood house was gone, as well as his father, his best friend. A piece of JR died along with his late father that day – but we wouldn’t see exactly how much until later. That summer the fourteen-year-old had learned about his mother – someone that to this day he thinks only of as a egg donor to his existence. It was Kilsha that had started the fire that would burn JR’s childhood home down and take away his best friend. Why had she done it? JR learned quickly that she thought that Joe’s death would bring her wealth through her son – at least in the muggle world – because of the business’ that Joe owned and operated. She was sadly mistaken and took her anger out on JR on more than one occasion that summer – the start of the boy’s scars on his back.

Entering fifth year, JR changed. It was then that he wouldn’t share any moments of his personal life with anyone. He shut out his two best friends that JR had had by his side since the very first day of his very first year at Hogwarts – Kiska Ferdenova and Liam Andrews. Eventually they drifted from him, leaving behind an empty void. It was then that the teen had begun to run. It was more like running from his problems than anything – and running took his mind off the summer that had just happened – not to mention the fear of returning home for the following summer.

The summer after fifth year was much of the same as the previous summer – many days and nights of the lion wishing he had the Gryffindor bravery to fight back against the lashes on his back, the angry drunken words that were spoken to him. Somewhere along the way JR decided that he would never drink alcohol – it was one of the ingredients for the recipe of disaster. The biggest challenge that he overcame was lying to healers about the scar on his chest, the one zigzagged from the right side of his collar bone to right over his heart. The burning flesh had scared even Kilsha it seemed and she had taken him to Mungos’. After hours of explaining that it had been his own spelled that had caused the damage because it backfired, he was released into the custody of his mother once more.

That summer bled into sixth year, where the once short boy hit a major growth spurt to reach his height of 6’1” that he stands at now. He put on a bit of weight – more of it muscle than not – focused more on his studies than previous years in between his long hours of punching with boxing gloves, running paths around the grounds of Hogwarts, and lifting weights, before returning to the home where Kilsha was waiting for him. It was that summer that he was seventeen – but because of the rule of students can’t use magic outside of school and he had another year to go – JR still was forced to return to her house.

During that fateful summer, he met his older half-brother – who knew he even had one – for a grand total of one week. Seven days the other man had been alive before his mother had killed him. JR knew in his heart that Mason had wanted the best for him, had only come back to that wretched house because he had heard that there was a boy living with his mother. To this day, JR didn’t know if she meant to kill him or not because she had been drunk at the time and laughing, but it had still happened. But three days after that, a knock on the door had come and as JR stood in the shadows on that day in late August, he had watched without so much as raising a finger or a wand, his egg donor of a mother be killed as well. He presumed that one was over money until the man that had raised his wand had mumbled something about, “That was for Mason, you bitch,” before he had left the house.

JR had grabbed what few belongings he had and spent the rest of that summer at the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily, it was only a few days prior to term, so no one had really suspected much of a difference as the seventeen-year-old finished out the holiday in Diagon Alley.

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JR (Joseph Rymann) Zerner Jr.
||Seventh Year || Seventeen Years Old||
||Gryffindor || Half-Blood ||


Appearance:

There is a certain appreciation for those that look beyond the physical appearance.


This being stated, JR knows that appearance is everything to a lot of people; it means a lot to the world around him. His piercing green eyes seem to see beyond the physical realm that most teenagers dwell in, rather keen to focus on the personality of who someone might be rather than how they look, unless they are displaying an emotion. Even then, it is hard, because anyone is able to hold a stony gaze the way that JR is able to and can pretend or fake a smile. Eyes though - they tell a story like no other. They can sparkle a lighter shade of green when they are happy, turning darker when they are worried or concerned - which if you’ve met this young man, is often. He cares too much for the world around him sometimes.

Is it the smile that draws people in, the thin lips that curl to show white teeth that never needed straightening in his youth? Maybe it is the crinkled lines that he gets in his brow giving away that fact that he worries even when it’s his eyes that don’t. A crooked nose - that might have gotten hit with a baseball or two at some point - sits in the middle of his face, gaunt cheekbones surrounding it that house the dark lines beneath his thin eyelashes from too little sleep.

Or, maybe there is something in his laid back stance of 6’1” and mere one hundred and seventy five pounds that is reassuring to others, rather than intimidating. At heart, the lion is truly just a bear cub, ready to protect and reassure anyone that comes along and needs the help. JR doesn’t stand straight and tall, although he should. His body can only be described as toned as he’s always been a runner, even before he knew of the magical world. His broad shoulders and abs also come from weightlifting and boxing, although the latter two he hasn’t been keeping up with quite as much in the last year or so. Running will always be JR’s way of stress relief, emotional relief and everything else in the world, however - as such, you will find the young man out at any time of the day, in any season. There’s not snow or rain that stops the seventeen year old from being out running. It’s only in the most frigid of weather that you might find him using the Room of Requirement instead.

Being the true athlete that he is, the lion is most found in sweats or shorts, socks and tennis shoes. Shirts always were something that made the lanky boy with broad shoulders itch. Toned and sculpted calves give way to a thin waistline that he’s always pulling his belt or drawstrings tighter on, before the material of a shirt is forced to cover his upper body. Ever since he was a boy, the skin on his upper body, arms and face have been prone to be tan long before anyone else early in the season, because unless in class or somewhere a shirt was required, it is always off. Something about the material makes him want to roll his shoulders all the time and it drives JR just a little bit nuts, especially during or after a run. It’s not an uncommon sight to see a t-shirt wrapped around his neck and shoulders as the young man comes inside. In the cooler weather, the lion might be found in whatever sweatshirt was closest, in addition to the other clothing. The young man does own robes for classes as well as jeans and a leather jacket that you may also find him in when he’s not dressed to go running or needs to attend his classes. Dress clothes are for strictly events such as dances or parties that require them, not that you’ll find a comfortable looking JR within them.

A creature of habit, the young man has glamour charms that cover the upper half of both sides of his body, covering scars on his back and his torso. He casts them in the morning and at night. There are few people that know of these marks that curve over the right side of his chest from his next to his heart - a cursed scar that was surely supposed to kill him sent his way by his own mother - and the scars that shape around like a whip of some sort on his back. They are part of the reason for the insomnia that leads to the black shadows under his green eyes. Along with the glamours for his body, there lays a silver chain around his neck, hidden beneath the charms, that most of the time the lion forgets that it is there. It is an heirloom from his late father, something that was a gift to him the Christmas during fourth year, before he passed away the following summer.

Of course, there are other marks on his body, other imperfections, what active boy does not have these? His baseball days might have given him the crooked nose, but days of being out fishing and on a boat gave him the small white scar, barely visible on the inside of his right thumb. What child does not walk away from their youth without one or two pesky little scars on their legs or arms because they could not stop itching no matter how many times they were asked to stop? Along with these marks, the young man has one or two spots under the hair on his jawline, telling the tale that JR was not a teenager that escaped puberty with smooth skin everywhere.

Sideburns run down his jawline, shaping the thin face to look better, in JR’s opinion. A light dusting that covers the sides of his cheeks and down onto his neck. It never is allowed to stay on his upper lip too long and when the young man has had it for a few weeks at a time, the lion shaves it off all over again. Unlike his hair that is brown with flecks of blonde within, the hair on his face is not quite so dark, a lighter color, more pale in comparison. The light dusting of hairs also cover his legs, arms and even a small patch on his stomach. It is rare that the young man is clean shaven on his jawline, though he does take time to trim every few days in order to make it so that the hairs are not overly itchy or expanding and burly. Even those that don’t care about appearance want to feel comfortable in their own ways, it would seem.

His ears are not overly big nor small in his rather humble opinion, as his haircut is one that does not over shadow them. He does take a few moments every morning to run a comb through his hair, switching it from being spiky to just laying flat, depending upon his mood. Just apart of the normal routine that he tends to find himself in daily. Every bit a part of him as brushing his teeth, really. His voice is low but booming when it wants to be; some may even say that it holds a bit of authority. It is clear that the young man is from somewhere in England, judging by his British accent. It dips even lower when JR attempts to sing anything at all - though the one thing that you might catch him singing or humming is a Disney song.

If one were to see a photograph of his father at this age, or even into the adulthood of the man, it would be found that the lion is the spitting image that he was named for. It is the legacy that the lion carries, looking like his muggle father that might be the reason that his mother hated him so much, who would ever really know? It pains JR that he was judged by his appearance, by his name, not because his father was not a good man - but rather that there was never an opportunity in some people’s eyes when he was a young boy, to be different. It was something that disappeared when JR left the muggle world behind, his father’s restaurant, when he was eleven and went to Hogwarts. Yet now, at seventeen, we find that his heart longs to be called his father’s son once more. JR wishes that he had appreciated the fact that he might’ve one day looked more like his father’s brother or twin, rather than his son as they stood side by side. Now he would never get the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with Joe Zerner. There would have been some differences of course, in the way that they held themselves or their mannerisms, but it would have been one of the best photographs ever - except that this opportunity was ripped from existence before the son had reached puberty and grown to his full height.

Eyebrows furrow in concentration, arms fold across his chest when the young man is at ease or trying to take something in and remember it forever. Smiles sink into people to make them feel at ease, his voice calming and gentle as the young man coaxes a stranger into letting him help them - these are the things that makes JR stand out to the world, different from others. The determination that everyone might find peace and happiness, even when he can not outrun his own demons and troubles. It is not the appearance of people that matters to the lion - take a look around him and it will be found that his friends have the appearance that are very different than his own.

Personality:

The heart must connect, show empathy, in order to be fully compassionate for those around you.


For three years, JR floated through life, existing but not really living, trying to get through those summers with the woman that had changed his life forever. There is a certain amount of relief placed upon the heart of the lion that had to experience something far more horrible than most of his classmates - depending on perspective, of course. He will never brag about the time that he endured, nor will the young man show you the physical remains that it left behind. It’s not embarrassment that drives JR to hide the war wounds of his summers with his mother, or the young man probably would have never shown them to anyone. It is the judgement that the lion wishes to stay away from, because the world as whole takes such lengths to worry over appearance, whether or not it is important to him, JR recognizes that it is important to the rest of the world, especially to the people his age that are always talking about who looks good on any given day of the week, or whom is dating whom. The shadows make it easy for the lion to hear about the gossip of the school, whether or not he cares about it is another story entirely.

If JR cared about appearances, he might spend more than ten minutes a day in the shower and getting ready, but this is not so for the seventeen year old. Sure, there are those few things about himself that he makes sure are done - brushing his teeth, combing his hair and even shaving are pieces that are important to the lion. This doesn’t mean that when there are occasions that the the young man knows how to play the part to look nice. It just means that his style is simple, probably even plain to most standards, but it fits JR to the core.

Is it stupidity or courage that allowed the Gryffindor to walk away from his two best friends at the beginning of fifth year, leaving them confused and worried because the lion did not want to risk their own safety? All of these pieces of our history lead us to who we are now, but it is all a matter of perspective. The world might see someone that was brave and full of honor, someone that would go to the ends of the earth to help another person, but the truth is that JR feels just as shy and lonely as that first year boy that timidly sits upon the stool waiting to be sorted on his first day at Hogwarts. He does not care for the honor or the glory; JR cares for the people behind the makeup, the people behind the stony glares, the skittish glances, the smiles that can be fake. These are all pieces of a puzzle that creates someone to be who these are. The emotions, the history, the beauty within, these are what mean the most to the lion that we know as JR Zerner.

It’s about the beauty within that the piercing green eyes see; something that it seems most teens are unable to. Maybe it is JR’s unique life experiences that guide him in this area. How many teens lost everything that meant anything to them by the time that they were fifteen, were beaten, left to be hungry, or simply left in the dark by their own mothers?

Those that know JR Zerner the best know that he cares little about appearances the way that the rest of the world might. If he did, the lion might not have cared about the lone boy on the floor of the corridors. Instead the young man helped the smaller boy to his feet and despite all odds stacked against them, formed a friendship like any other with Erik Dwight. The fact that there is an ability to connect the way that Erik Dwight and JR Zerner did is a beautiful concept - there is no pushing for answers, there is no demanding. There is spending time together, learning about one another, helping one another when the demons do threaten to surface - that is what having empathy is all about. Maybe Leona Santos is right; all anybody needs is someone to care, someone to feel the same pain, in order to heal. All humans feel pain, all feel suffering, yet it is only the good times that we ask one another about and this, JR has decided long ago, is where the downfall is.

It is compassion that drives the young man, that wants to make things just a little bit easier for the others that he finds - especially those that have the same deep, dark, heart wrenching demons that he keeps locked away by running. It was easy to see why JR fell into his running steps time and time again, or at least for some. It takes away the pain, the heartache, the physical ache to belong to somewhere, to be important to others. It gives him an escape from the tightly wound emotions in his chest from his time with Kilsha, the mother that had harmed him in a way that no mother should, it gives him peace and the ability to be away from the other students, the other people his age that did not seem to understand him, and it gave him a release, a way to let go of the stress that he was not good enough.

Is it his athletic nature that led him to joining the Quidditch team as a seventh year when a fellow student asked him to? No, once more we saw that the young man needed a little bit of prodding in order to join, though after mere moments in the game it was clear that like running, the lion was very good at being able to hit a ball - yet, it only made the lonely boy ache for those moments in the backyard with his father. Even as part of the team, the game made him feel on the outskirts, on the edge, unable to connect with the majority of his teammates the way that other teens seemed able to do. Was there something wrong with him, or is it simply the pesky life experience that seemed to haunt his every move?

JR will never be like some of the other students of the school, drowning his woes in alcohol or even cigarettes. It has caused too much pain in his own life. He sees the effect that it has on other people’s lives as well, but the lion knows well that the only fate that he can choose is the path that he walks on himself. Is it that JR thinks of himself as an example, that life can be lived without the liquid gold to ease the troubles? Not really; if he did, the young man would hold himself to higher standards, would place himself on a pedestal above the other students that participate in these activities - but he hasn’t, has he? Maybe it’s Erik Dwight that can best answer that question, but JR likes to believe that the cruel judgement of the world is not something that he participates in frequently, especially not when everyone has their own way of dealing with their demons. It was only when Kilsha crossed the line of hurting others, of dragging someone else and causing a cycle of pain and sorrow, that alcohol became the heart of the issue for JR. Running is his own escape, something that drives away the anxiety that he feels within.

Panic attacks are a part of the young man, whether or not he wishes them to be. JR is plagued with that insomnia that keeps him up at night, like most people that have had such demons in their lives. He is not afraid to sneak out of his bed or his dorm most nights, slipping through the corridors to get outside to the fresh air, the night sky with twinkling stars and the moonlight that help him breathe easier as his feet begin to pound away at the pavement or grass - running once more. In a way it is different at night, more peaceful and the young man feels a sense of warmth, gazing up at the moonlit sky as though he were Simba looking up to the stars for his father, Mufasa.

Years later, the references come to him as swiftly as the image of his own face in the mirror. Growing up without knowing any magic, these were pieces that kept his feet plants in both worlds, even if there was no family left for the young man in the muggle world any longer. There were songs like Hakuna Matata that came to the lion at the strangest of times, giving away that the young man did have a playful youth somewhere stored within him, even if he was usually so calm and stoic to those around him. It takes a lot to rattle the lion, though being kicked off a horse was a great way to cause anger and a panic attack. Not to mention that the fastest way to upset JR was when something happens to his friends. Just ask about that time that Erik was attacked by that younger Slytherin boy - and what almost happened to that kid, before the lion got ahold of himself before he was able to act completely like a fool - or his mother, whose blood still reigns within him.

Determination ripples through his veins as strong and as present as his blood, it guides him to be the best friend that he can be; the best person that he can. It also shows up in other aspects, like the fact that the young man knows so many charms, spells that equip him with the ability and the knowledge to help others, just the way that he desires so deeply. It will guide him in his studies further to understand what wandless magic is and the theory behind being able cast it - with the hope of one day, being able to use it. We know that once JR sets himself up for a task, whether it be a mile time or casting a spell, he will work hard in order to achieve it.

Of course, you can’t help everyone - ask Quincy Elkins how he feels about JR, there will be a very different story that is told about the young man. It’s something that the lion wishes he understood more about, something that drives him a little crazy inside like his itch to take off shirts or the itch to run - but there is nothing that the lion can do about it. He wishes that there was an answer for why reaching out to Quincy had ended so badly, but there was no logical explanation that he could find, whether or not Erik and Quincy were dating. Maybe one day JR would figure it out. Until then, it’s probably best that he stays away from his housemate.

Even so, it remains that the helper part of JR that never seems to go away - it’s the reason that he guides students out of mazes and teaches them how to use the directions of the sun to guide them, or the reason that the young man is so willing to try to teach himself wandless magic - because he wants to use something that he is good at in order to help others. It’s like a piece of him was manifested and watered each time his egg donor of a mother hurt him - driving him to be more protective and caring for anyone that might even have the slightest big of troubles in their lives.

Why is it then, that the young man is so unwilling, so unable to let others know that he is suffering? Is it pride? Is it that that the lion does not want to be pitied? Maybe. A part of it is that JR does not like to be the center of attention and if people were to know about the scars, would there not be rumors all around the school about why he had them, how it had come to pass that his flesh had been marked in such horrible and wicked ways? It seemed it was not worth the trouble, when all the young man really wanted was to help the others in the world. Nevermind the fact that he might also need help to fight the demons inside. It goes back to the thought that appearance is everything to the world. If there was one useful piece of information that Kilsha taught him, it was that the world turns blind when everything at least appears to be normal. Isn’t that why there were no consequences for the woman that committed such horrible crimes against her own flesh?

These are thoughts that JR tries hard not to dwell upon, instead turning his sights to others. It’s easier to help others with their demons than to face his own. Talk to Aki Sei; she’ll tell you how JR turns away from talking about his own problems. No; it’s much easier to face the fears that others might have, even if it is in the form of a giant arachnid in the middle of the forest while your former best friend freezes by your side. Yet - isn’t that the night that started the rekindled relationship with Kiska Ferdenova? The one person that, beyond all others, had the most reason to hate him, was the first to listen to his side of the story - or at least the bits and pieces that he could bring himself to tell - the first person to show JR that not everyone out there thought the way that the world did; that sometimes, you might find a soul that cared about the beauty within, the same way that the lion did.

Was there ever any doubt that the young man was only attracted to Kiska Ferdenova for her looks? Think again, because the beauty that the lion sees in his housemate is not just about physical attractions. It never has been about this for the young man, the heart is something that does not adhere to such views. The two Gryffindors that met during their first year, perhaps even their first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that might turn out be a love story talked about by others for years to come. It was the rainy afternoons where the two played in the mud, the snuggling up by the fire, the bonding over Disney movies that caught the boy’s attention as the blonde-haired, blue eyed doe became his best friend above all others.

Yet, not even the strongest of humans can not withstand the emotions and hormones that rage within. If so, JR might not have found himself yearning after Kiska since fourth year, when the young man figured out exactly what going through puberty as a boy might mean in the middle of the night. The heart can not deny the emotions that are strong, love being the strongest of them all, but everyone is still human and has their own little thoughts of what pleases them, do they not? For the lion, it was his housemate that turned on that portion of his life - and continues to rule in the center of it.

Even as they parted ways in order for the young man to keep her safe, the lion watched her from afar, making sure that she was safe, making sure that there was no one that hurt her - at least as much as he could. Jealousy raged within as he saw the cat and mouse games with other boys. It might not have been his place to step in - had he not given that right over when JR had walked away, thrown their friendship to the wind? Was it courage or stupidity that led the young man to punch Oisin Woodbane when he was just a little too close for JRs’ own comfort fifth year to the lioness that was on the young man’s heart? The world may never truly know; it depended on whose opinion that was asked for. For JR, it was a release of the anger that he was feeling, a way to fight the growing madness inside of him that the lion had been forced to give up everything on that train ride home fourth year - all because of a mother that stole his childhood away. Not that Oisin knew the reasons behind the fury that had shone out in his fellow fifth year, nor did the lioness, that was probably watching the boy that used to be so calm. Had JR turned into a stranger?

Inner strength will prevail and shine a few years later as he works out how to reform not only a friendship with Kiska Ferdenova - that was easier than he could have thought it to be, as it was the other side of the coin that JR is still not sure that they will overcome. The two Gryffindors dance around each other and that old cat and mouse game that the young man witnessed Kiska playing with other boys, namely Oisin, is one that JR now feels that he is apart of. Somehow the song lyrics of Kiss the Girl ring ever too loudly in his head. Maybe one day, they will be able to finally overcome all the trials of being teenagers and actually be allowed to love in the way that a true love story should end. It is certainly not passion that the two are lacking, as evident by the kisses that they’ve shared - ones that are very, very unlike the kisses that Ariel or Clara, other Gryffindor girls had received from JR.

It goes back to the feelings, the emotions - the the ones that JR has for Kiska Ferdenova will be forever different than those for any other girl, or even boy, for that matter. It stems back from the fact that the two were friends first, made to be a trio with another boy, Liam Andrews, the eagle that does not like emotion, when everything about JR has become so much about emotions and the inner depth of a person. Maybe between the two of them there becomes a full puzzle - one boy with emotions and the other with logic and reasoning. Only time can tell us what will come of the two, but it is known that JR would like friendship to prevail above all because isn’t that what the lion is truly about? It took courage to approach the eagle, this we know; only time will tell us if the that night in the owlery changed the path of history for the two boys once more.

This is all for the people that know him well, of course. What about the average person that might meet him in the corridors or across the Quidditch pitch? Of course, they won’t find him jeering, calling out names or even catcalling. What will they take of the seriousness that the young man has written upon his face? Does it intimidate the younger students, or is the lion quick to flash a smile to remove the doubts that he might be a menacing force? Of course, it’s going to depend on who the person is that you ask and how his personality might have clashed with another personality. If you talk to that first year Gryffindor, Emily, you’d probably find out that JR doesn’t actually dish out detention when he threatens it, so he can’t be that scary. Even in the face of thestrals, the lion didn’t lose his calm demeanor. There’s something to be said about being able to have such control - though this goes back to why the young man runs in the first place.

To those that have seen him run, it might come to no surprise that the most frequent drink that the young man consumes is water. It is a necessary thing for any athlete, but particularly needed for a runner - especially one that runs as much as the lion does. JR does have a certain weakness for pumpkin juice, however. When it is not water that is in his glass or goblet, one can be quite certain that it is pumpkin juice instead. His tastes for food are simple, the best sort of meal being spaghetti that reminds him of the long lost restaurant that his father owned. There is a sauce recipe that comes from his grandmother that he has never met that sometimes he likes to go to the kitchens and recreate the same way that his father served hundreds of muggles a day in Junior’s Home. It is curious, for the boy that grew up fishing and riding in his father’s boat whenever they had time in the summer, why the young man stays away from seafood, including fish. The truth is that he is allergic to the creatures of sea. Touching them seemed to be okay, but never once was the boy able to actually enjoy his catch of the day.

As a child, JR dreamed of nothing more than living on the boat that his father owned, his dog, Jack, with them as the made their way across the waters. Now, the childhood dreams are gone and the young man finds it harder to dream, although when he does, it usually involves that blonde girl with the quick smile and blue eyes that light the world. Maybe one day they will be married, have a child of their own or two. Although his wizarding roots lay within his veins, there is a part of JR that hopes and dreams for the times of his childhood, before he knew what magic was; a dream that stems into reopening the restaurant that was named after him when he was six years old and maybe, just maybe, using magic to fight fires whenever he could get away with it. Are they wishes or will they really come true? Only time may tell the tale.


Character Background:

History forms us into the people that we are, the experiences that that we live through shape us, give us a unique perspective that make us different from anyone else in the world.


All stories must start with a beginning. Some people have histories with bloodlines that clearly define a part of who a person is before they are even born. This might have been true for others, but for JR Zerner, who knows very little about the grandparents on his father’s side, let alone the nothing that he knows of his mother’s parents, this is not the case. His father’s parents, that were Americans that moved to London sometime when his father, Joe Zerner, was in his teen years, were simple folk that worked in offices. They loved and supported their son, although they each passed away before their son had reached his thirties, after having him very late in life. Joe held no bad feelings over losing either of his parents’ - they lived a life that led him to be who he was, kind and gentle and always wanted him to pursue his dreams. There was no hint that life would lead him to have a son just a few short years later that would open new mysteries and new adventures to the quiet life that the muggle man lived.

Although before his son could be brought into the picture there had to be a mother too, though, there is not much known about her. Kilsha showed up in raggedy clothes in a restaurant that the man was a manager at, in desperate need of a job - not to mention a shower and a place to stay, for the lone woman was pregnant and very much alone. Joe was as kind as the next man, giving her a job and another one of the workers at the restaurant had a place for her to stay. It was soon clear that the muggle man grew feelings for the new hire; something that could not be afforded and when the owner of the restaurant saw this, he was given an ultimatum - the job or the girl.

Try as he might, Joe could not stay away from the mysterious woman who soon had a son named Mason. She was a bit odd, that woman that left her son with the sitter too long, even when the young woman was done with her shift. Everyone around him warned him of her tricks and games, but the man could not seem to change his heart away from her. Eventually, he knelt down on one knee and asked for her hand in marriage. The mysterious woman gave a hearty laugh, a smile and shook her head no, but that did not mean that Kilsha was not with child once more, this time with Joe’s son. She told him this, but the next day, the woman was gone, her infant son gone as well, like a breeze in the wind that never quite seemed to stay. Along with it, the man realized over time that the people in the restaurant did not seem to remember the woman with long, flowing brown hair, sharp needle eyes and an aura around her that drew people to her in a way that no one else did. In time, Joe would also learn to forget her and move on with his life.

At least, he would until there was another young woman, one that he did not recognize, knocking on his door with an infant that was hardly a few weeks old. Accepting as the man was, he took the infant that he would told was his child from the woman and she seemed to vanish in the wind, never to be heard from again. A test later would confirm that the child he had been handed was his own flesh and blood, not that Joe Zerner would have turned the boy away at that point anyhow - instead, we have the meeting of father and his son, Joseph Rymann Zerner, Jr., who we will forever know from now on as JR. It was easy to see how even as an infant, the two looked alike - the test had mostly to appease the minds of those around him, since no one else could remember a woman named Kilsha coming with her own infant son. Had he been granted this gift of taking care of JR when the other boy that he had grown to love, she had taken with her? Joe never would be able to figure out or find out the motives that Kilsha had behind this, as he had often offered to take Mason back when he was still courting her, had wanted to take care of them both even, if the ring for marriage was any indication.

The story did sound strange and eventually the man gave up trying to explain the bits and pieces that felt like only magic could explain. For those that knew nothing of spells or love potions, the new father included, it was a farfetched story and eventually he stuck with the story that the boy’s mother had left them both and that was the end of it. There was no reason to revisit the weird looks or haughty laughs that Joe was given as he tried to explain the existence of his newborn son. Maybe eventually, the muggle man would even come to believe the story himself. After all, he knew nothing of any magic, either.

Still, the hard working father pushed himself to the top, eventually buying that restaurant that he was once a manager just before his son turned six. He renamed it Junior’s Home as he hoped that it would be a place that his son could always come back to, no matter the reason that the boy had left. At this point there was absolutely no doubt that the boy was his fathers’, they were the spitting image of one another. The walls of the restaurant held pictures of the two together and any customer that came in heard tales of the spirited child from the man that owned the restaurant, not to mention all of the workers whose hearts had been won over by the small JR. The boy was a happy child and was living the way that every child should be, no questions asked. The father and the son were the best of friends and along with a black lab named Jack, they made a family. There was no need for a woman in the father’s life, not when he had his fishing boat, his restaurant, and his son to keep him happy.

It was those nights of quietness in the house with the young child curled up with his black lab that the father learned to appreciate, the Disney movies that always seemed to be on the television whenever they had actually come in from the outdoors. Joe did not like to leave his son with sitters, bringing him to the restaurant as often as he could. A mother of one of the employees there also watched him, when there was times that it was not suitable for such a young child to be in the place. As the child grew older though, times changed; by the time that JR was going to primary school, he would walk to the restaurant after school, be fed snacks all around and grow to do his homework in the back.

Thus the story beginning comes to a close and we focus on this six year old boy, who at this time had a toothy smile and a very big thirst to explore the world around him. Did that boy ever stop moving, as he ran from one place to the end? Children were bound to have energy, the father thought, but JR never seemed to stop running. Maybe one day he would win races. Whatever the boy chose to do with his life, Joe would be happy about it and support him the same way that his parents had supported him. It was a gorgeous cycle, one that was not meant to be broken.

Eventually, the father remembered the thought that he had once thought magic was real as he watched in the doorway of the small kitchen in the home that he owned in London as his son reached up, trying to reach dishes on a shelf that was too tall for him. Before Joe could get to his son, all the dishes had come down from the shelf, toppling over. Just as he started to rush to the boy that was crying out in fright, an amazing thing happened - the dishes stopped moving and floated gently down to the counter, not a single one of them broken. JR watched his father with big eyes as the man swept him into a hug. What had just happened was a mystery to them both, as neither of them knew that magic could be real - but in that moment, they believed. Both knew that the plates should have broken everywhere, that JR should have been sprayed with pieces of glass all over the place; yet, the boy was safe and sound as though the child had used his hands to pick the plates off the shelf and put them on the counter.

It would not be the only time that strange things happened behind the closed door in the Zerner household and it was not a true shock to either the father or the son when the visitor with the letter came from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, proclaiming the boy to be a wizard. It would open up a whole new world to the boy that had grown lanky in appearance, but always bearing that smile that lit up his father’s world. Of course, neither of the two really wanted to be separated from one another, but with a gentle and firm guiding hand, Joe got his son all of the supplies needed for the new school and onto the train that would lead him to adventures that one could only dream of.

It would be here where JR found the eagle that he bonded with over baseball, the girl that he met in Gryffindor tower. The three of them became fast friends, a trio that only became a duo when Liam did not want to go on the night adventures that may get them into trouble or the nights where he didn’t want to sneak to the Gryffindor tower. It would be the beginning of a stream of endless nights by the fire, snuggled together under blankets, becoming the best of friends as they learned everything about each other that the three of them could, all the way until the trio returned to school during fifth year.

Charms was the class that came most naturally to JR and it made sense, when he remembered that first bit of magic that he had ever done was some sort of a version of a levitation spell, with the plates back in the home of his father where they had nearly come crashing out of the cabinet all over the place. He had been so scared that day that his father would be upset with him over this mystery, but now they could both understand with a little bit of peace within them. Even his former best friend, who was in the house of Ravenclaw, known for their intelligence asked the lion for help with spells that lay within this branch of magic, which caused a sense of pride within the Gryffindor boy. Sure, there were other subjects that he was useless at, such as Herbology, as it was a good trade off for the two boys - since one of Liam’s best and favorite subjects included the plants that needed to be grown.

Even before the life changing events that would alter the course of his life forever, JR found a certain amount of pleasure in running around the lake or the grounds, found pleasure in being physically active. Not only had he bonded with Liam about the game of baseball, he continued to play it in the summer whenever he could - even if it was pick up games with other children that needed to be taught how to play when he was home from Hogwarts or hitting the balls that his father tossed to him in the park. It was just a part of him - a way to blow off his steam, a way of life and JR enjoyed it, so he participated in the activities. There was a reason that his father had thought that he might one day compete in running competitions, except for the fact that JR didn’t care too much about the glory of being crowded the winner or having first place, he just wanted to feel the pounding of his heart, the rush of wind, the calming affect that came from putting one foot in front of the other. The boy didn’t know at the time that there would be one day where this was what he was known for around Hogwarts.

It was the train ride home during fourth year that the lion received the letter, the one that would change his life forever and wipe away the childhood that had been full of laughter, boat rides, restaurants, homework, Disney movies, baseball and playing in the rain. In it, the letter detailed that his father had died in a tragic fire - one that JR would later learn that his mother took credit for lighting - and so had his dog. His childhood home was gone, the place where the father and son had watched movies together, played board and video games, and most importantly, had called their home, was gone. The letter detailed that he was going to meet his mother on the platform of 9 ¾ for the first time since she had left him and the fourteen year old was to go home with her. Maybe someone else would have questioned the system a little more, found a teacher to tell, but the lion was too devastated to think of such thoughts. Besides, the letter had an official imprint from the Ministry of Magic. It was probably still somewhere in the bottom on his trunk, if one really wanted to know what it said.

It was that summer that he learned that his mother, Kilsha, was a witch. He was not a muggleborn, as everyone had thought for the last few years. No, Kilsha was a witch and it seemed that she was a very dark one at that, brewing potions that were not quite so nice, casting spells upon the boy that would leave him with both physical scars and nightmares for the rest of his life. It was no wonder that the woman was mad that Mason did not want to come home; each letter that she received from whomever this was making her more angry and hostile, turning her wand to point towards JR during those times. Of course, with the aide of alcohol. Always with the aide. It was rare the woman was ever sober for more than a few hours - actually it was probably those few hours where she was sorry about what she had done the night before that made it so that JR had one decent meal a day. What was her motive? Why did she want him? Well, the thought had come that Joe Zerner had money - too bad the witch had sadly mistaken the fact that there was no money for anyone or anything other than his son’s school supplies until he was a legal adult. The murder had been in vain and now it would be too suspicious to send JR away again; the Ministry was watching her somewhat, even if they did a poor job of it.

When JR had tried to tell his tale once, to a Professor at Hogwarts, he had found that his tongue went into a sticky state, clamming to the roof of his tongue so that the boy could not get his tale out. That was the first day that he had returned to Hogwarts for fifth year. Feeling more lonely than ever, rejected and desperate, he had tried again to tell anyone, trying to tell the entire school in the great hall, but the same thing had happened, his tongue would not move as long as he spoke about his mother. Feeling like she was watching his every move, the young man dropped all ties from all his friends and became a shadow, doing his schoolwork and staying far away from everyone; especially his best friends that could be hurt just as badly as he was if Kilsha were to know about them - or even worse. It quickly became clear what the young man had to do - walk away from his friends and endure the pain. He could survive. His father had once been around to tell his son that he could do anything he put his mind to.

Survival became what JR did during fifth and sixth year, though that did not stop the anger burning within. Sometime in these two years the young man had gained weight, muscle from boxing and punching things when emotions flared. Not to mention the countless upon countless hours that the lion could be found running around the Hogwarts grounds, making loop after loop, putting mile after mile on worn out pair after pair of shoes. Little did he know that this was what he would become known for amongst the students at Hogwarts - “the shirtless boy that runs.”

During these years at some point, almost without JR noticing, he had risen to be the 6’1” that he stands today. The body of a boy disappeared into that of a young man, one that tried not to let others know that something terrible was going on in his life. His summers were filled with pain and torture, a kind that should not be wished upon anyone. It seemed the further that he grew to look like the man that his father had been, the angry Kilsha became every summer. JR knew this because of her constant, “You look like your father!” shoutings that he endured. One should not have to live with the insomnia or the memories that caused the physical scars, the emotional ones, or the mental ones. The boy that had once wondered very briefly about what his mother was like wished that he had never actually found out. Now, she is nothing more than a thorn in his side or a egg donor to his existence.

During the summer between sixth and seventh years is where the story hits a plot twist, as the young man about two years older than JR comes into the home in late July. Somehow, the older boy, Mason, had found out that his mother was holding younger boy in somewhat of a hostage position. Having endured her wrath for a long time himself, it seemed that there was someone on the planet that could understand JR’s predicament. The story is not clear to JR on how Mason found out that they were brothers, that Kilsha had custody of him. Mason urged the woman to let him take JR away, but as tragedies must unfold, there was a particularly devastating night when JR watched from a corner as his older brother that he had known existed for no more than two weeks was killed by the hands of their mother. It was quite the sight to watch; the mother killing her own son, then realizing what she had done, rush over to Mason and sob over his body.

Funerals were arranged and we find that JR learned the glamour charm for the scars that he bares from the person that gave him them to begin with - Kilsha is excellent at tricking others into thinking that both of her boys were prone to accidents, not to mention the Oblivating charm after a doctor visit if need be. JR attended the funeral with his head bowed - what else could he do? Mason had been a flicker of hope in the darkness that he had been in for the last couple of years. Swallowing that last little bit that he felt within him, it seemed like there was no more reason to think that he would ever be free of Kilsha until next year. Of course it was easy to say that he was seventeen by this point, but where was he supposed to go, exactly? There was no place to run to, no place to go.

It was two days after the funeral that the young man heard Kilsha answer a knock on the door and before he could even see who it was, there was a muttered curse, a nasty comment of, “That’s for Mason.” Freezing in his tracks, the door slammed shut again and when JR went to go find the egg donor, he found her dead in a pool of blood - much the way that her son had been the week before. Quickly, he packed his trunk and left the house, never looking back. He stayed the last few weeks in Diagon Alley wherever he could before returning to Hogwarts for his seventh year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It didn’t dawn on him until the train ride back as he stared out the window that there was a new feeling building within him, amongst the shadows that reigned within - a freedom that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Would he finally have the chance to grieve a father that he had lost years ago? Or a brother, where the opportunity to have a real relationship was forever lost in the wind? A chance to reconcile with his former best friends, a chance to make new ones, and a chance to heal. A whole new world was unfolding at his fingertips - if he could only heal from the nightmare first.

Healing proves to be a process, as JR reconnects with Kiska and Liam, makes new connections and relationships with people such as Erik Dwight or Helene Aquila. Not everything will always work out for the best, as it is seen with Aki Sei or Quincy Elkins, but in the end, JR wants to try and become someone that is different than what his mother was; wants to overcome the panic attacks and the emotions that still plague him. Maybe one day we’ll see a happy ending for the young man, but he has not made it there yet.

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