Gerard Miéville WIP

[Gerard Miéville]

GERARD ASHER MIÉVILLE

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Characters Personal Information

Name:

Gerard Asher Miéville is his full name, but likes to be called ‘Gee’, although prefers to be addressed by his last name, it sounds more suited to Wonderland and it’s dark, somewhat sinister feel.

Gender:

Male

Age:

Thirty-three

Hair Color:

Medium ruby red, with some darker oxblood tones on the back of his neck

Eye Color:

A purple-red, more red but has a slight hue in darker light[/blockquote

Skin Tone:

Heavily tanned

Height:

Six foot five inches

Weight:

One hundred and ninety five lbs

Sexual Orientation:

Strict heterosexual, can’t think of being with another man

How Did They arrive here:

His old home was crowded; it was his older brother and sister, Haley and Gavin, himself, younger sister, Tiffany and younger brother Stanley as well as two brothers from a foster home called Tom and Peter. His youngest sister, Tiffany, was petrified of the dark, and exceptionally credulous. Once Tom and Peter had told her stories about the dreadful Boogie Man and his child-snatching infatuation, Tiffany refused to go to sleep with the lights on. She slept in a room with Stanley and Gerard, Gerard was, let’s say, stringently scientific for his age, and stopped believing in juvenile things way before any normal child would. However, for Tiffany’s sake, he pretended to believe in Santa Claus.
One night, Gerard, ten years old at the time, (irritated from the lack of sleep due to the light being on) tried to persuade her that the Boogie Man didn’t exist, and –foolishly- got into the wardrobe, hoping to convince Tiffany that everything was safe.
Of course, after a good ten minutes, Tiffany opened the wardrobe to see if her brother was still there.
As most stories go, he wasn’t.

Years In Wonderland:

Twenty three

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What Are They Like?

Likes:

~ Food (especially meat and peaches)
~ Smoking
~ Sex
~ Messing around
~ Reading
~ Large dogs (like Dobermans, GSD’s and Malamutes)
~ Hot showers
~ Being Tall
~ Rock music
~ Sleeping
~ Having time to think
~ Planning
~ Films (Old Westerns)
~ Top bunk of a bunk bed
~ The color of his hair
~ Alcohol for treats
~ Swimming

Dislikes:
~ Cats
~ Being alone for a negative reason
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Rap music
~ Easter
~ Cold showers
~ Makeup (on girls and boys)
~ Complainers
~ Boiling hot days
~ Alcohol in high amounts
~ Cheap skates
~ Boogies
~ Having to work for the Boogies
~ Stereotypical girls

Turn Ons:
~ Light hair pulling
~ High-heels
~ Blonde or Black hair
~ Foxy
~ Touches and kisses to his neck, shoulders, side of his face and chest
~ Sexual compliments
~ Taking time to get to the ‘main course’
~ Someone who’ll get ‘creative’
~ Dirty talk
~ Not being able to use his hands (on occasion)

Turn Offs:
~ Ginger hair
~ Boogies
~ Master/Servant play
~ Drawing blood (especially his own)
~ Dominatrix
~ Getting to the sex to fast
~ BDSM

Nervous Habits:
~ Awkward laughing
~ Pursing of the lips
~ Slightly shaky hands
~ Loss of voice volume

Fears:
~

Appearance:

Gerard stands at a menacing six foot five inches tall with an imposing mesomorph physique, rosewood hair and scalene-diamond shaped mahogany eyes that will assume power over all students they look into, or will show the deepest compassion. His hair is mid-length, just reaching his shoulders. He doesn't style his hair, and usually just gives a brush through in the mornings to get rid of any knots and usually showers twice a day in the evening and morning.

He has a wide, assertive stance and is very squared off and physically large. His imposing physique is a heavy trait, which many judge him for in many ways. His shoulders are broad, at around 47 inches wide, and a narrow waist at 30 inches. He can be described as a model, although exceeds the desired height and Gerard himself has a lack of respect for models.
He is a monstrous person within reasonable human growth, as well as confident and somewhat terrifying.

He has an attractive heart shaped face, with strong, chiseled features and a naughty-boy smirk of a smile. He is well kept and clean-cut and very formal. He has deep tanned skin, originally darkish due to his heritage, and a dark barbed wire tattoo around his neck to symbolize something he does not care to share with anybody at Death City.
He also needs to wear glasses when he reads, and also has done.

Personality:

Gerard, if one would consider his whole personality, would be considered a teacher that you hate for your entire life, but love and thank as soon as you see what he can do to profit you. He is silver-tongued, sharp-witted, sarcastic, pessimistic and equivocal. He’s the type of person who enjoys watching people struggle to figure things out, and has no time to recognize the value of or tolerate different ability levels. He’ll assess you just the same. He pushes students hard, while being reasonably easy on himself, usually sitting back with a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits.

Gerard, being stereotypically British, can find a lapse with everything and anything, and will do so efficiently. He'll point out flaws in people and has the guts to insult a Boogie up close and still get out alive. He's hard-skinned and tough to provoke, and he won't let his temper slip easily, but will let himself rant if time calls for it.
He has a very authoritative presence, he's powerful in every aspect, although lacks a personal charm and doesn't make friends easily with people.

He likes to keep his distance from fights, which can cause a dilemma, since he’s competent and merciless, making him a great asset and also slightly obnoxious. He knows he can kill well, and he can kick up a controversy about it, and will usually break bonds through his insatiable superbia.
He considers himself a sort of anarchist, who believes in personal liberty and broken societies living under their own rules of right and wrong. He believes that government is and always has been a flop on the bad side, and that it will never assure everyone.

Outside of the work place, Gerard is more relaxed and friendly, although still endorses a sharp British wit and expectations.
His mind is a powerful tool, his ability to use Science and Mathematics is astounding, but he doesn’t do so well at acting or any kind of art, he cannot bargain and he’s not very good at other languages, and so can retreat to his mind.
He’s a mathematician and scientist at heart, although abandoned any serious pursuits of the knowledge after a year in Wonderland. He still revises it and remembers it, hoping that it will somehow come in relative need.

He is, through his demanding and stone personality, he himself is extraordinarily determined, although only when it comes to himself out of anything to do with the Rebels. He's determined to make the Rebels aspiration a reality, no matter the cost, and would die willingly to make any goal of the Rebels a victory, no matter how small, since no deed is too insignificant when it comes to freedom and integrity.

Gerard, born and raised in England, wants to inaugurate a sense of equality, like the type he had back in his old home, where people were people, no matter their age, gender or color, but he comprehends that people will think differently, and that the Boogies will, of course, by fervent to oppose with all due strength and antipathy, but he hopes that they’ll be able to stifle them and gain some control, and gather more followers if needed.

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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father:
Roswell Miéville
Mother:
Linda Miéville
Sibling/s:
Stanley Miéville
Tiffany Miéville
Gavin Miéville
Haley Miéville
History:

Gerard was born in East London to Roswell and Linda Miéville, a couple who didn’t really have that much going for them. Linda worked part time, and needed flexible working hours in case something happened to any of her children, and to look out for Peter and Tom, who made more riots and mess than any of her blood children.
Roswell was a mechanic; he worked for dirt but managed to scrape a living by also working weekends at a factory that made car parts and engines. It was better than nothing and paid the bills, while Linda’s paid for food and toothpaste and other essentials.
They lived with their seven children in a small sized counsel estate, with three bedrooms, and just working bathroom, a kitchen and a dining room. One bedroom had two bunk beds and another room had two single beds, master room had a double bed.
The children excepted what they had, but would have liked more, only a few of the children really kicked up a fuss, and Gerard wasn’t one of them.
He had grown up as an intelligent boy, exceeding any expectation put in front of him, his Maths and Science were extraordinary, but he lacked on everything else. He was good at what he liked, and had never had time for childish beliefs or toys. He was always thinking. Thinking, thinking, never stopping. He was ahead of himself all the time, shocking and surprising his family, his siblings, his teachers and his peers.

Roleplaying Sample:

The zoo was and always had been, in Ashley’s mind, been a small corner of his garden filled to the brim with friendly, fluffy domestic animals. He had never been to a proper, exotic zoo, and hand never realized there could be a zoo such as this, and the sounds, the smells, the entirety of the location filled him with a sudden shock. He had rather liked the trip, sitting with his beautiful rabbit, stroking the lazy animal over and over, pressing his nose to hers and cuddling it like a toy. The fluffy rabbit was his pet, and he was known throughout Death City particularly for that rabbit, which he named Locco. She was a French Lop, weighing about ten lb, standard that particular breed. The bunny was named after Ashley’s old childhood Flemish Giant called Rocco, which had been put down in secret while he was taking Latin classes.

Usually, a boy with a bunny was typically out of habit, but today was a little more bizarre. He had, out of fear for Locco, placed a rabbit lead on it. It looked like simplistic piece of rock climbing equipment, and Locco obviously disapproved, trying to no avail to chew it. She was livid. Her legs brushed wildly against his arms, her ears flapping about like feral flags in a thunderstorm.

One had to feel sorry for his meister, Rocton, although, for most of the journey he had been sleeping, so perhaps it was an excuse to pardon him from any apologetic thoughts. Although, it could have been the bunny that had woken him up in the first place.
Ashley, however, was delighted. Who would’ve thought that Professor Boyle would take his class on a trip to the zoo? It was out of habit, almost. The professor was a serious person, as far as Ashley could tell- and wasn’t suited to the zoo. He had been singing ‘The Wheels on the Bus Go Round’ with a one Niels Sondergard, and they both happened to be sitting near the Professor, but it was not apparent if he had enjoyed their singing or not.

Probably not.

Ashley stood in the entrance, wide-eyes and mouth gaping, clutching his kicking rabbit close to his chest.
People looked at him and smiled, some laughed, some let out a cute aw as the saw him. He didn’t realize the people looked at him; it was uncommon to see a rabbit on a leash, even more so with a teenage boy. Then again, he wasn’t the most teenage looking of teenage boys, and looked more the part than he understood. In fact, Ashley didn’t even know he was an oddity, he thought it more normal to love fluffy bunnies more than play Call of Duty on the weekends.

The heat was intense, and Ashley wore an orange shirt with a topless baseball cap with a shamrock on the guard, with three quarter length brown shorts and strange semi-formal shoes. An odd combination, but Ashley rather liked the cap and the shirt, although many other people didn’t.
It was another reason that one could only feel sorry for Rocton. Ashley had bad fashion sense, and was very bold and bright, without knowing what it said about him, and even then, the message wasn’t all that clear. Only the most trained of psychiatrists would be able to some sort of meaning from the highly eye-hurting clothes, and even then it may not be relevant to Ashley himself, who is in general a bit o a hit and miss when it comes to predicting.
Unless, of course, bunnies are involved.

Professor Davian Boyle was showing the guard something, but soon the group was moving through the gates and into the zoo itself. The professor looked back at them.
“Any questions?”
Everyone was silent. Ashley had completely ignored the part about coming here to learn, and that this wasn’t just a have-some-fun trip. Ashley was still under the impression this was like a gift for being so good, or being not so good, he couldn’t tell.
Ashley bounced up and down frantically; “I have a question sir!” he said out loud, “are there any rabbits?”
Typical. Ashley smiled broadly; his eyes glistened with stars in them, like some crazed fan seeing their idol up close in a Very Important Person visit.
He had read the map, and saw at the very end of the zoo was a domestic animals section, and now he wanted to know if it contained any rabbits he could pet. Locco, however, would always be his favorite.
Ashley was probably way more excited than everyone else, and probably stood out when it came to blinding color combinations and fluffy pets. His whole demeanor seemed surreal and abnormal, yet somehow cute and adorable. Like a ET that was surprisingly pleasant and adorable looking. It was known, however, that Ashley Shaw was not an extra terrestrial being from some distant planet or another dimension. He was completely and utterly human, with a rather large capacity and soft spots for all things furry with big ears.
Ashley waited for an answer, standing avidly next to Rocton, who was more than likely trying not to free the French Lop from Ashley’s death grip. Actually, there was no death grip. Ashley had let Locco onto the floor; she sniffed around his shoes, and then hopped off in one direction to sniff another patch of path, then trudging over to another patch of path. She tugged on the lead, not strong enough to get any kind of force behind it, but enough to make Ashley sway a little from side to side.

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