Jeremy's life could aptly be described as hectic, specifically 'too hectic for him'. Growing up in the mean streets of New Jersey, he was always a fairly shy kid, preferring to spend his time with in peace, working on his little vegetable garden. This all changed when his mother introduced him to her coworker and his daughter.

Hannah Washburne, who he would soon come to realize may very well have been the devil herself.

From the moment they met, he was trapped in the position of being her 'best friend', as like him, she had pretty much no friends either. However, where on his part it was due to being shy and quiet, Hannah's friendship troubles came from the exact opposite situation, and he almost immediately pinned her as the most infuriating person he'd ever met. Within the week, he realized that 'best friends' apparently meant cleaning up after her and trying desperately to play peacemaker whenever she picked fights with the other kids, which was often. Eventually, even this wasn't enough, and he quickly had to learn how to handle himself in a fight or get the crap beaten out of him.

And yet, despite all the trouble she constantly dragged him into, he couldn't help but enjoy himself. Oh, he'd still sigh and complain over the situation which was completely reasonable considering how he'd accidentally become a proper delinquent just by continuing to spend time with her, but he knew he'd go along with it anyway. After all, whether or not it was true when they first met, by the time he was seventeen, he truly considered her his closest friend, and he knew the feeling was mutual. They had been fighting side by side for just under ten years, and they were so close they could basically figure out what the other was thinking at any given moment. And sometimes, in the earliest hours of the morning, he'd wonder if maybe... maybe there was even something more to their relationship...

But he would never know. Because she died that year.

In the end, it wasn't even one of the fights she'd picked that did it. She was hit by a car that had gone out of control while they walked home from school. From there, everything changed.

He began lashing out, picking fights himself, and rebuffing the other friends he and Hannah had managed to make. He rarely spent time at home as well, and the smoking habit he had unfortunately picked up over last couple of years got far, far worse. It wasn't until Hannah's father talked to him that he realized just how bad he'd become. This wasn't the Jeremy who'd been her best friend. This was just some jackass who was going out of his way to make everyone else as upset as he was, and while she may have had the bad habit of picking fights, hurting people for no reason was one thing she absolutely did not approve of.

From there, he worked to get better again. He began seeing a psychiatrist, reached back out to the friends he thought he'd lost, but thankfully figured he was just going through a hard time, and threw himself back into his old hobbies. And thanks to all of these, slowly but surely, he managed to begin the arduous process of dragging himself out of his depression.

That was four years ago, and while he's still not completely better, he's... something. He isn't actively acting like an asshole anymore, so there's that, and while his natural pessimism is still pretty intense, there's a kind of lazy optimism that's helped make the days a little easier to get through. Still, even six years couldn't fix things completely, not when everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of their old adventures. This has led him to the decision that, if he stayed in New Jersey, he'd never be able to put his pain behind him. After a few months of looking around, he finally managed to find a small, cheap apartment in Sol City. Now he's finally moved in with everything sorted out, ready to finally begin the next chapter of his life.