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Created on 2007-11-08 02:06:12 (#14204981), last updated 2007-11-18

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Name:	[ gain \|\| grotesque ]

Bio

{ the . basic . facts }

name || gabrielle elantra
alias || gain grotesque
age || 10
gender || m
sexuality || age 10, therefore asexual as of yet
neurosis || For one thing, whenever he's thinking or contemplating or otherwise occupied, he has the tendency to run his thumb over his lip, sometimes biting at the nail - it's more an unconscious habit that a conscious action, and he's trying to break himself of the habit. Another is music - whenever he's studying or working, he has to have music on - a Walkman or speakers or something - and if someone disturbs it, he'll go into quite an impressive little hissy-fit.

{ personality }

Take one look at him and you think he's all smiles and cheer and happy happy sparkles, right?

Haha, yeah, right. He's just a little bastard right down to the core.

Passionately firey and with a temper short as a dynamite fuse, Gain really isn't as sweet as he looks. And most of all? He's an actor. He's smart, he knows how to act the part of the innocent child. He pretends to work hard on his studies and does his best on all of those puzzles that the kids are given, pretends to care about rankings and shit - when, really, he's only doing that so he doesn't get kicked out of Wammy's. He pretends to be nice to the teachers and listens to what they say and takes good notes - when behind their backs, he thinks those fucking bastards are sick for having nothing better to do then try to manipulate kids into fucking detectives.

And the other kids, wow. That's fun. You meet him for the first time, he'll smile, be friendly, ask you what your name is, listen to you talk for a while, then give you a hearty pat on the back, tell you, 'Welcome to this shitty-ass place, I hope you go insane soon,' trip you, then go run out to play. He's all smiles and laughs and cheer if you just look at him and if you don't know him, but it's really just a facade he puts up, and inside - or sometimes, he'll even say it - he would like nothing more than to see you fall down the stairs and break your neck.

But see, he's not malicious - well, not a sadist, at least. He's just defensive - and like wild animals will puff out their fur and bristle and snarl when they're defensive, he acts like a little son of a bitch, lying to your face and flicking you the bird, telling you cheerfullly first thing in the morning that he hopes you'll die today, setting fire to the sheets in the empty room, smashing windows with rocks when nobody's watching, then pretending not to know who did it. He just wants to look strong and badass so no one will look down on him, and, in his naive, immature little mind, this is the best way to do it.

Maybe, if you get close enough to him, maybe you'll get to see that he's still just a little kid who wants friends and wants to be able to confide and trust in someone.

But that's only if you can first get through all the death wishes.

{ appearances }

Well, he looks cute, if you discount personality.

Orange hair stuck somewhere between strawberry-blond and red, green eyes and well-formed features. The only thing marring his face would be his missing right eye - it's gouged out and nasty and scarred - and so he hides this with a leather eyepatch that spans that side of his face - not that he won't take it off if it would creep someone out. He loves freaking people out with his missing eyes.

Fashion sense? He's reasonably neat - he likes looking nice, and it's easier to be a bastard when he's dressed well - button-up shirts and jackets, slacks and boots. He looks nice, really. That's why it's double surprising when he smiles and kicks you in the crotch. ♥

{ background }

Born in the back alleys of London to a prostitue and a drunkard. Miracle of miracles, what was born between two filthy specimens of humanity wasn't a mutant or a retard, but rather, a pretty little boy, bright and smart. But yeah, who cared, his dad hated him because he was another mouth to feed and his mother hated him because he drove away the customers that came around to fuck her. So yeah, not exactly the most pleasant childhood. He spent a great many years spending most of his time locked away in the cold back room of their tiny flat, listening to his whore of a mother moan - the walls were thin and the creak creak creak of the bed often kept him awake late. Stupid slut.

So he came to ignore his parents - 'I refuse to associate with dirty and dumb people like that' - and instead took to the local library, spending many an hour locked out of the house - "I have customers, Gabrielle, go out and play" - crouched in the corner with a huge book. He plowed through the entire children's section by the time he was seven, and moved onto the adults' books. But his parents, oh boy, they hated it. "We feed you and take care of you and all you do it go out and read books? Useless!" Beatings weren't common, and with each time they hit him, the more he hated them.

Then, one day, it just cracked. He came back to the house after an enjoyable few hours at the library and found his mother drunk and furious - a customer had just cheated her of payment - and she jumped on him, screaming, "I wish I'd never had you, I wish you'd die!" Ironic, really, that she used a pewter crucfix to gouge his right eye out, and probably would have continued to scrape his skull empty had he not pushed her away and run out of the house, leaving behind his screaming mother.

That night found him curled up at the steps of the nearest orphanage, where the nuns found him - and he discovered his skill for acting. Swallowing his pride and hatred, he sniffled and sobbed and cried, "Please, my mother doesn't want me any more. Can I stay here?" And the nuns, oh dear, how could they possibly let a sweet, innocent child like this suffer? - they let him stay there. He was eight, and already well on his way to becoming a fine little bastard.

Two years he spent at that orphanage, and never once did he let someone intimidate him - "No, I'm never going to let anyone hurt me like my stupid slut mother ever again, I'll never let anyone take advantage of me" - and he was a star at school. Intelligent. And sweet as honey to the teachers. (The nuns never did find out how much of a little son of a bitch he was to the other orphanage kids.) Then, one day, this weird guy came around to the orphanage, some weird guy called Watari. And said, "Gabrielle, would you like to come to a different orphanage for special children?"

And he said, smile on his face, "Sure."

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