Jeremy K. Schroeder

Biography
Jeremy Knight Schroeder was the younger of the two children, the older being his sister Therese Schroeder. The family's blood was deeply rooted in the local Native American population on both the Father (Ike) and Mother(Julianne). Throughout their childhood, Ike had never forgiven the mother for not giving his children more Indigeonous names, a complaint that she would always deflect.

Jeremy and his sister were always close, even with the three-year difference between them. They would often explore the Nearby forests, even go on camping trips with their mother when Theresa was old enough to earn her learner's permit. The fondest nights in Jeremy's life were spent lying on his back, gazing up at the clear night sky with his sister. All good things must come to an end, though; as Theresa matured, she began spending more time with her older freinds, even finding a boyfriend through most of her high school. Jeremy was naturaly jealous, and became more introverted as the time spent with his sister decreased. He still loved camping and the outdoors, yet he could never deny that it just wasn't the same without his sister. Despite him being the younger sibling, he always felt some inborn duty to watch over her, the same way Theresa had watched over him when he was young.

One cloudy October night, Jeremy was kept awake by the sounds of his mother and sister mulling around in the living area until the wee hours of the morning. Half-heartedly listening, Jeremy caught the occasional word, 'test' 'positive' father'. Jeremy tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, yet his sister's ever-growing belly was all too easy to identify. Jeremy watched as his sister went through Hell, often coming home in tears from the social isolation that accompanied being a pregnant high-schooler. As the due date began to loom ever-closer, the now-fourteen Jeremy spent his waking hours in a daze, watching the world live it's life while he was stuck on the sidelines, unable to do or accomplish anything.

Theresa died in child birth on July 14th with the father, Weston Acevedo, holding her hand. Complications ensued, doctors panicked, Weston was pushed out into the lobby. Jeremy and Weston stood in front of the emergency room door, side-by-side long into the moonless night. Several hours passed, and the doctor finally exited the room. Shaking his head, he began attepting to explain what happened. Jeremy heard none of it. The next thing he knew, he was covered in blood, standing naked in a misty, dark forest. His sister's body still clutched tightly against his naturally-tan skin.

Two men approached him, claiming they knew what he was, and he needed to come with them. They said they were werewolves, that he was one as well. Jeremy left his old life that dark night, and never made contact with his family or old freinds again. He was taught by the werewolves, yet bonded with none. They looked upon him with pity, even as he surpasses all expectations and made a pact with Black fox of Resolve, forming a totem bond. Seven years have passed since the night his sister died, and Jeremy used what little influence he had with the local packs to go somewhere, anywhere. Silently vowing to do everything in his power to protect what he finds important, he made his way to the Atlanta area, if only to start fresh.