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Michael Gray

a 22 caucasian male, Clearly insane. Quiet, intimidating,

appearance

  • dirty blonde hair.
  • Bright sky blue eyes.
  • Scar on right eye.
  • Black coat.
  • Beanie.
  • Black fingerless gloves.
  • Black ripped jeans.
  • Black combat boots.
  • long sword & sheath.

Michael's backstory.

Michael sighed as he leaned against the fogged up window. His bruised face ached. His blonde hair in his eyes covering the scar on his right eye, given to him by his abusive girlfirend Jenna Marie.Just a few hours ago, she beat him and walked out. She left him writhing in pain. Michael took out his phone, he tapped on Jenna's name. Jenna walked through the door looking pissed. Michael looked at her, he put his phone away walking over to her. He grabbed her hands. "Jenna.." he said quietly. Michael was always the nicer of the two, he tried so hard to be a good boyfriend. Jenna...She wouldnt let him near her. Whenever Michael was near her, she shoved him, or punched him, kicked, slapped you name it shes done it. Jenna stole the bedroom. Michael had to sleep on the couch. 

Jenna pushed him. "Get away Tare." she sneered. Tare...The french word for phsyco. Jenna was honestly gorgeous, the way her brown hair bounced everytime she walked, the way her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.If only her Personality matched her beauty. Jenna walked to the kitchen grabbing a snack. Michael sighed. "Jenna.." he managed to stutter out. Jenna glared at him. "What Tare?" Michael gulped. "I want to talk to you about...Breaking up.." If Jenna's eyes could turn red, they would be BLOOD red. "What..?" She growled. Michael repeated. "I want to talk to you about breaking up, you harm me..!" Jenna punched him. "SAY IT AGAIN YOU FUCKING BASTARD! SAY IT!" She screamed. Michael snapped. He went numb. He grabbed Jenna by the throat, Throwing her at the wall. She hit the wall with A yelp. "PHSYCO!" Michael grabbed the sword next to him. His friend gave it to him for his birthday. Jenna gasped. Terror spreading accross her face. "Michael wait!" she pleaded. Michael unsheathed the sword, He stood infront of her. Smirking. "Tare?" he said. "I like the name sweetheart." Jenna whimpered. Michael chuckled before slitting her throat, Red... so much red. It painted the walls, the floor, his clothes. He walked out of the house leavng Jenna's dead body. He killed everyone in the neighbor hood. On the walls in Jenna's blood he wrote, "Tare."

Thats how Michael got his name. The Tare of New York City.




Phaze Tare.