Post by Ian Gerard on Dec 13, 2008 18:58:40 GMT -5
` IanMatthewGerard ,,
[/font][/center]“ Some shadows are simply too hard to fight
I wish you’ll understand
I’ve been up for ever now
Fading for you over and over again ”
I wish you’ll understand
I’ve been up for ever now
Fading for you over and over again ”
here we have the new superstar in town, Ian.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
he’s rocked for twenty summers of love
and he’s gonna be around for plenty more. he’s
from West Chester PA (Eastern) but he's calling
Newport his home now. so get used to
it, because he’s not going anywhere.
one love and one life ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name • Ian Matthew Gerard
nicknames • Ian
Species • Human
age • 20
grade & school • Graduated
status • financial – He get's by, he supports himself
it gives me thrills to wind you up ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]hair • Black, Short and always messy.
eyes • Hazel and usually bright and curious
height • 5'6
weight • 165
tattoos • None
piercings • None
playby • Kris Lemche
come on, come on let's play ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]personality • Ian is usually a quiet person until he gets to know someone, he is a little on the cold side at first, always quick to judge people, not caring if the same judgment is passed on him. His outlook on life may seem a bit morbid at first hearing but can change in an instant. Not crazy, just opinionated.
likes • Music, Reading, Girls, Learning new things, The night sky, Parties, Cars, Animals, A good fight, Drinks, A secret desire to be a chef.
dislikes • Cocky people, Trying to be outdone, sunny days, preppy people, being told otherwise, quiet places, being left along too long, being made fun of, know it alls.
habits • He blanks out a lot, another words, when people talk to him and he gets bored he can easily disappear in his own thoughts. He yells a lot. He runs from problems, opposed to fighting them out. He judges people a lot. and always in the worst way.
secrets • He always wanted to be a chef, but hides it due to the fact most find that funny. He is shy but tries not to act it.
overall goals • He wants to find a person he can trust as well as give them the feeling of having someone to trust, that special someone, I suppose you could call it.
sexual orientation • Straight
invade me to the point of tears ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]father • Joshua Gerard - Dead beat, as well as dead.
mother • Alexis Lynn Gerard - Dead as well
siblings • Olivia Marie Gerard - 18 - Runaway
extended family • None that he knows of
history • Ian was born in West Chester PA, to a happily married man and woman, A happy family as most would and did call it. The envy of the town. When Ian's little sister was born they moved to find a better place, not that there was anything wrong with the current location, but such a young family wanted more excitement in their lives. When they had moved to their new home things kept up as they always did, Ian and Libby stayed in school, making the best grades they could to please their loving parents. A father who would work a respectful desk job, and a mother who kept the house as neat and lovely as could be. A portrait family. Perfection at it's finest, as it would seem. Teen years came quickly for Ian, who handled them as easy as could be, much to his parents surprise. They had actually expected to have trouble, hoped for it. But it never came. Time passed, slowly, normal.. No one really knows how or why it happened.. such a normal family, so happy.. One night, Ian's father came home in a fury, throwing things in suitcases, screaming on about how they have to leave, go back home, before it was too late. He refused to tell anyone what he had seen, but it was obviously not of this world.. Or so he made it out to be.. Ian's mother was able to calm him into his senses, but only for the night, the next day it was the same thing, and in the weeks to come. Each night it got worse, he would run home, angry, scared.. wanting to leave, but never would. He soon began to blame the family of being involved in, whatever horrid scenes he had seen. Thus ended the normalcy of the family, well at least the picture perfect part. One night, as the family slept, Ian's father decided to do something about his "unfaithful" family. He killed his wife. Gun shot to the head. Probably never felt a thing. His next target was his children. Olivia slept in the room next to theirs and heard the whole thing, lucky for her. She snuck out her bedroom window and hasn't been seen since. Ian on the other hand, was sound asleep. He wasn't very sure why he was passed, but instead of putting the gun to Ian, he turned in on himself. Ian was nineteen at the time, and luckily had a decent job. He was able to live in his cursed house a few more weeks before being evicted to his own devices. While alone in his home he found the reason for his fathers insanity. Blood drinkers? Co-Workers murdered by blood drinking monsters? Ian closed the book of the diary his father had written in case he "didn't make it". Leaving it to burn in the fire place. Who would ever believe such a thing?
our work is never over ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Group • The Curious
rp sample • Ian walked along the streets late night, it was colder than he was used to, so he zipped his jacket as high as it would go. His eyes stayed fixed to the night sky, counting the stars as he walked down the lonely sidewalk. He hated taking this path home, but it was quickest and he was eager to get home and forget the sorrows and pointless activities of the day, was anything really worth it? It bundled his hands in his pockets, bone white knuckles due to clenching his fists in a way of frustrating release. How he despised the cold weather, he would move if he had the money and desire to put up with new people and new places. Old ones were bad enough, he didn't need a bunch of friendly people crowding him with "hello, nice to meet you" and those ever so annoying invites to dinner. That was the worst. His eyes left the comforting sight of the sky to scope out his next move as he reached the end of the sidewalk.
Left, home. Right, Coffee shop. Why not? Right it was. He stared down at the sidewalk, as to avoid eye contact with people who thought it fun to stare at him. Some of the people here knew of his history and often wondered if he would be just as crazy as is dad.. or worse.. he didn't believe in that stuff. At least no one knew he did, in the back of his mind he wondered, if maybe there was truth to the insanity that tore his once happy family apart. But he would never let on, he wouldn't even tell other people that his father believed in that stuff. People already thought he was weird, there was no need to fuel the fire of uncomfortable light.
As he entered the coffee shop his eyes made contact with each person in the room, branding them all before he could even reach the counter. Easy, jerk, fag, cutter. Simple. He reached the counter, as the man behind it, labeled fag, asked him what he wanted. In of course a nice manner. "Just black coffee" he said quickly, he hated speaking to people he didn't know, but it was a must for survival in the world. He paid the man the two seventy, robbery, and took his small coffee and looked for a seat. He had no desire to linger in the shop but the sudden rain made up his mind for him. He reluctantly decided to take a seat and enjoy the sights of the pictures on the wall. France, Russia.. Monuments of these places, painted on the walls. It was nicer than looking at the people who surrounded him in the small room. He took a seat in the far corner of the room, and stared out at them. Oblivious to his presence. Perfect. He sat quietly and sipped his coffee, waiting for the rain to stop. A the while thinking bitterly to himself. Should have gone left.this can be from another board.