Because I know you need guys in this fic and because I'm bored shitless, I'm gonna give you another character. Meet.... Ryan Lock.
Name: Ryan James Lock
Age (Over eighteen, please): 25
Part: Gerard's first friend in Paris.
Appearance has been split for detail-
Hair colour and style (Keep in mind when the story is set and it will make my life much easier): Sandy brown, long and shaggy.
Eyes: Amber. They go red when he's pissed, though.
Height/weight: Roughly 5"9 and 67 kg.
Clothes (Once again, keep the setting in mind): White/black dress shirts, and black overalls. Lace up boots complete his ensemble. He cut the fingers off his black gloves, so yeah. Fingerless gloves, too.
Personality: Sweet, caring and shy. Very quiet.
Backstory (How they ended up at the Moulin Rouge, what their life was like before that, that sort of thing.): He used to live in America with his parents and sister. They were rich and shit, but his parents always disapproved of his dream to be a pianist. His sister encouraged him to leave. He did, running away to Paris at age 14. There, he became an artist and a pianist. He's fairly poor now, but is slowly earning money.
Any other stuff you'd like me to know: He has more of a French accent now, having lived in Paris for eleven years. He speaks fluent French and yeah. He's narcoleptic too, meaning he randomly passes out. He can't get medication for it, though, because he's, yanno, not exactly wealthy and the pills cost a lot.
Hope you liked him- and more, I hope you don't mind me giving you two characters.
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