Hi, my name is Jeremy Wade. I am 17 years old and unusually short for my age at a whooping 4'9". I have short, messy black hair that sticks out every which way it wants and refuses to be tamed. I have olive colored skin and delicate features that make me look childish and younger than I actually am. I have dark brown, almost black, almond eyes with a slight slant to them which comes from my Asian heritage. I also have a secret. I can see the normally unseen creatures that lived among us.
My current parents are Timothy and Nicole Wade. Timothy is a chubby, African American man with short curly black hair and brown eyes. He worked with and on computers and was very good at it. He was also fairly laid back and diabetic. My mother on the other hand, was different. She was Caucasian with light skin and long wavy brown hair that fell just pass her shoulders when she wasn't wearing it up. She was fit and perky nurse who worked long hours at the nearby hospital.
She was a bit of a health nut too and insisted that we make our own food and not rely on prepackaged or processed foods. The long hours left her tired so cooking and shopping was left to us for the most part. On her days off, she would cook, making things like healthy snacks to last the week and home made bread.
I said they were my current ones because my original parents were killed years ago when I was very young. Officially, they were killed when a mountain lion attacked us while we were out camping. Officially, that story is a lot of bull -- er -- manure. To be honest, I don't remember much of what happened so I can't tell you really tell you all that much. What I do remember is that a mountain lions don't talk and they don't hold their prey captive in order to 'fatten them up for later'.
Obviously, I was rescued before it could do that but, nevertheless they couldn't bring my parents back. With them gone, my rescuers had the problem of finding me a home. They tried placing me with relatives however it didn't work or at least not for very long. They were either unreliable or they couldn't handle the oddness that came with me being able to see things that normal people couldn't.
Eventually, I ran out of relatives a few years later and ended up in the foster system. I got lucky though and quickly ended up with the Wades adopting me. They didn't mind my oddness as they were a bit eccentric themselves and they were very supportive and caring while I was growing up.
I learned later that the people who rescued me were part of an organization that kept tabs on and help to police the supernatural beings I could naturally see. They quickly learned of my ability and kept an eye on me by having one or another of their people visit me on a regular basis under the guise of being my case worker. The years past and as I grew older, my sight grew stronger. When I got old enough, the people watching me must have sent word to their superiors as I was offered a kind of job-slash-training with them. It was on a trial basis and if I or the people I was working with didn't feel like I was up to snuff, then I would and could leave.
That was a few months ago. When I first started, they had me do a bunch of tests to evaluate my abilities and mental health. Some training came after it as we both learned I could do more than just see the supernatural. I could also detect them to some extent as well as identify objects with supernatural powers. It was my ability to identify objects that they used most often as it the safest thing for me while I went through other training to protect myself from whatever less than friendly entities I might encounter. They did occasionally have me locate their more elusive criminals though so to protect me and my parents from retaliation they had a type of guardian beast disguised as a pet to come live with us.
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