[name_u]Jem[/name_u]/[name_m]Jeremy[/name_m]/[name_u]James[/name_u] – [name_u]Jem[/name_u] is a mischievous boy with dancing brown eyes that sparkle gold and green in the sunlight and a shock of unruly brown hair. [name_u]James[/name_u] is a mature, quiet young man with a warm smile and graceful white hands courtesy of years of violin practice. [name_m]Jeremy[/name_m] gives me a confusing jumble of images, I guess I know too many Jeremys…it’s sort of one-size-fits-all.
[name_m]Prosper[/name_m] – If he was not born Amish or Mennonite, you wouldn’t know it from his lifestyle. A somewhat severe, hard-working man in his thirties, wears suspenders and a full dark beard. Rough scarred hands and a weathered face from working his land without modern chemicals and machinery to do the farming for him. Piercing blue eyes.
[name_m]Beau[/name_m] – A Southern high school jock, star of the football team, unconcerned with his studies or his future. A winning dimpled smile, he’s the local golden boy and coveted by all the popular girls, although all the adoration makes him a bit lazy.
[name_u]Asa[/name_u] – Quick-witted and scholarly, a professor of literature. Harbors a secret yearning, but he doesn’t know what for. Reads voraciously, treasuring the escape to different places and different times.
[name_u]Remy[/name_u] – Usually introverted, but warm and eager and helpful, with earnest eyes and quick hands that gesture constantly when he talks. Applies himself wholeheartedly to whatever he is working on at the time, forgetting to eat or sleep or come when he’s called.
[name_m]Hiram[/name_m] – My only encounter with this name was in literature, in which he was a sneaky slimy b@stard, so I struggle to summon a positive association.
[name_m]Basil[/name_m] – [name_u]Ash[/name_u] blond hair, icy blue eyes, and a strong jaw. Wiry and athletic, possessed of a sort of restless energy. I picture him as a competitive ice skater actually, who avoids going pro only because he prefers to race outdoors, his breath fogging the air, his blue eyes snapping with the challenge.
[name_m]Philo[/name_m] – I struggle with this one too, sorry sweetie! I just think of Phyllo dough…
[name_m]Roger[/name_m] – Dignified and blustery, with white mutton chops, a regular [name_m]Colonel[/name_m] Mustard. Walks with a cane that is actually a sword. Reminisces fondly over cigars and scotch about the good old days in his study surrounded by dusty books, gleaming vintage muskets, and trophies form his big game hunting years.
OMG!! NOW I know why Husband said Remiel made him think of a ratlike person…I had totally forgotten about [name_u]Remy[/name_u] the rat!
