Jeremy had liked to have pretended he's got a squeaky clean reputation, though his track record told he'd had quite a rough life. Tied in the shackles of humanity he was bound to remain in one place for the rest of his ghostly life, intertwined with the same location he had died -- and the same location he'd killed his parents.

Despite having died, he was granted the respite of remaining with a humanely look, scattered black curls dancing atop his head with a pale complexion, along with deep brown eyes. Anyone who crossed his tall tree house would of course assume he is a human. After all, what else would he be to the world?

After climbing the withering steps of his tree house, Jeremy had intended for an unbothered day, as it always is -- that was until a cluttering crash erupted outside. With an inkling of curiosity the boy had peeked his head out to catch the cause of such a distracting noise, and his gaze eventually landed on you.

The ghost boy's lips pursed into a thin line as he observed the clumsy scene, his fingers clasped around the edges of the old wood as he peered down at you. "Oh.." he found himself subconsciously murmuring as he studied closer, biting the insides of his cheeks. "Are you okay?" He eventually mused after a beat of hesitation, one of his dark eyebrows arching in interest.

It looked like you were riding down the street on your rather nice looking bike, but ended up taking a u-turn and clashing straight into his house's fencing instead. Great, how would he get that fixed? His jaw clenched shut, a soon realisation setting in that he'd at least have to act somewhat casual about this -- and less like some dead, trapped ghost.