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Name: Gerard Way
Known For: Lead singer of My Chemical Romance, the writer for The Umbrella Academy, Artist.
Clan: Gangrel
Live Journal: IllLetYouBurn
Screen Name: EBGeeBz
Brief Character Summary:

In present day, Gerard is rather fond of his ‘new body’ and life, for the old one just wasn’t cutting it for him.

As a young child, his mother would keep Mikey and Gerard inside, due to all of the crime outside. Being as sheltered as he was, the young male didn’t really have any other friends than his younger sibling. Even though he and his brother got along just fine, Gerard didn’t always feel like spending every waking moment in his company. Thus, he needed his own little escape; a special place.

The boy had always been artistic with his hands, sometimes more than anything. He loved the way that he was able to manipulate paint to his liking, whether it being how it would blend and swirl, or the way it felt between his fingers. Over the course of a week or so, Gerard had created ‘the box’. The box was, indeed, a large cardboard box which he would crawl into and use to think, clear his mind, and/or converse with his childhood imaginary friend, Bill. The interior was painted neatly, to Gerard’s liking, of the streets of New Jersey; of places he wasn’t allowed to go, for his mother would worry.

As the artistic male grew older, he outgrew Bill, and the figment of his imagination was left as a mere memory locked away in the dark caverns of his mind. Until he started disregarding his parents’ rules, he hadn’t outgrown his special box. When Gerard reached his teenaged years, he became rebellious and moody; shoving most of the ones he loved or cared about most out of the way. Idiotically, he started turning to drugs and alcohol as his brand new escape from the rest of the world. His parents weren’t really sure what they were going to go with their son after they had discovered his nasty habits.

One night, Gerard was on his way back home, spent from the evenings activities as usual. He only figured that he would get home, sneak back inside the house and- if he was feeling up to it- lounge around in his box for a while, considering he had let it get a bit dusty, even through he was getting a little big for it. Unfortunately, he never quite made it. The last he remembers was being pulling into an alley way. It was all black from there.

Sample Role-Play:
Gerard was wandering along the dimly lit streets, a long stick grasped firmly in one hand. The end of the stick was thunking quietly against a row of metal bars which made up a fence, the sound filling the air of the somewhat quiet part of town. Soon, he grew tired of the redundant noise, and began speaking quietly to himself with a slight hissing sound, uttering a poem which he had grown particularly attracted to over the past couple of days. Other than the occasional feeding, Gerard didn’t spend a lot of his time doing much other than reading, painting or sketching.

“I quickly tire of hearing you scream. As I glare at, you my eyes they beam. Soon, you do not know, but will be dead and will regret every word you ever said,” The dark haired male paused to let his eyes slip closed and inhaling a breath of needless night air. Though his eyes may have been shut, he continued on walking, counting on his other senses to keep him alert. “As I stab you, the knife I will twist. I will feel the death that I have long missed. Deep down you know that you deserved it, and I am the one who has reserved it. This gift I give you, I hand you with pleasure, and this memory I will forever…”

Gerard’s pace came to a stop, his eyes slowly peeping open as a crackling noise was made behind him, possibly from the crunching of leaves. A slow snarl erupted from his throat whilst he spun around on his heal, eyeing the source.

“Treasure…” Gerard grumbled out, blinking down at black, brown spotted cat that had apparently been following him. Letting out a low hiss, his red eyes narrowing rapidly. “Get lost!” he ordered to the cat, pointing his index finger in the direction of another street. The cat simply meowed and went on its way, leaving the Gangrel member to fume.

“Smelly cat…”

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