tater tots. :]badbadman_xDecember 15 2006, 01:53:08 UTC
Your name: Heather Your time zone: Central Your age: 15 Character name: Gerard Way How are they known?: Singer of MCR Character age: 18 LJ: this one. AIM: xpushupsindragxx Chat enabled AIM screen name: same. Member / Non-Member / Missionary: non-member. Sexuality: gay. Biography: Gerard Way is your stereotypical depressing artist. He’s been out on his own since the age of sixteen since he was kicked out of his home for using meth, but has been clean for a year considering his inability to afford the habit. He’s maintained his whole life that there is no God, nor any other being of divine authority. He lives in a shitty apartment and usually has to resort to blowing his landlord to even afford the rent there. He has no shame in this whatsoever, considering his social skills were completely distorted from being isolated for so long. He wears the same outfit every day, just spraying it with Febreeze until he washes it every Friday. He spends most of his money on makeup and art supplies, sometimes going without eating for days on end. He has a sadistic as well as a slightly vampiric streak, and is basically focused on corrupting anyone he comes in contact with for his own enjoyment. Roleplay example (links to compilation journals are great): Gerard stood outside his apartment, a lit cigarette precariously balanced between full lips. His arms were folded across his chest, his gaze focused on the sky. This was normal for him, standing silently outside, waiting for some inspiration to hit. His long black hair was brushed to perfection, his red M.A.C. eye shadow and black eyeliner perfectly applied. He was naturally extremely pale, due to his aversion of the sun. He wore his so-called ‘uniform’, as usual, which consisted of a black, button-down shirt, a red tie, a black bulletproof vest (army surplus store > life), and those infamous obscenely tight black jeans, a belt looped through the belt loops sporting his lucky bat belt buckle. A soft sigh, accompanied by a puff of smoke escaped his lips, and he shook his head. No inspiration yet. Picture (larger than 150x150 pixels):
Your time zone: Central
Your age: 15
Character name: Gerard Way
How are they known?: Singer of MCR
Character age: 18
LJ: this one.
AIM: xpushupsindragxx
Chat enabled AIM screen name: same.
Member / Non-Member / Missionary: non-member.
Sexuality: gay.
Biography: Gerard Way is your stereotypical depressing artist. He’s been out on his own since the age of sixteen since he was kicked out of his home for using meth, but has been clean for a year considering his inability to afford the habit. He’s maintained his whole life that there is no God, nor any other being of divine authority. He lives in a shitty apartment and usually has to resort to blowing his landlord to even afford the rent there. He has no shame in this whatsoever, considering his social skills were completely distorted from being isolated for so long. He wears the same outfit every day, just spraying it with Febreeze until he washes it every Friday. He spends most of his money on makeup and art supplies, sometimes going without eating for days on end. He has a sadistic as well as a slightly vampiric streak, and is basically focused on corrupting anyone he comes in contact with for his own enjoyment.
Roleplay example (links to compilation journals are great): Gerard stood outside his apartment, a lit cigarette precariously balanced between full lips. His arms were folded across his chest, his gaze focused on the sky. This was normal for him, standing silently outside, waiting for some inspiration to hit. His long black hair was brushed to perfection, his red M.A.C. eye shadow and black eyeliner perfectly applied. He was naturally extremely pale, due to his aversion of the sun. He wore his so-called ‘uniform’, as usual, which consisted of a black, button-down shirt, a red tie, a black bulletproof vest (army surplus store > life), and those infamous obscenely tight black jeans, a belt looped through the belt loops sporting his lucky bat belt buckle. A soft sigh, accompanied by a puff of smoke escaped his lips, and he shook his head. No inspiration yet.
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