Jeremy was born in a dank cave and raised by wolves in the late Cambrian period of the 1940s. Shortly after graduating from MIT with a degree in knitting the child prodigy went on to travel the globe searching for meaning and the perfect Cuban-heeled boot. Disillusioned by the lack of shoes that were in his size he took a job writing communiqués for a carrier pigeon company. Finally realising that pictures are a much easier way to express oneself than words he decided to formalise his innate capacity as a designer by completing a Visual Communication degree at UniSA. His time was well spent there; he met some nice people, learned a thing or two and met a beautiful woman of Italian extraction. He looks forward to working as a graphic designer as he is sick of working in the government doing various chores that help society little. He is a good, kind natured soul and has an interesting scar on his face that makes him seem tougher than he really is. Jez thinks design is as fun as a Ferris wheel. He doesn't believe in any grand, unifying theory of the universe's origins.