<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TH9jY.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Gale Roman Alias<em>'Warren G'</em><br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Date of Birth</strong>: October 28th<br/><strong>Age</strong>: Twenty one<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Short and black<br/><strong>Skin</strong>: Tan skinned<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Hazel<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 6'0"<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 170lbs.<br/><br/><strong>Place of Residence:</strong><br/>Moving soon.<br/><strong>Place of Birth:</strong><br/>Atlanta, GA<br/><strong>Relatives: </strong><br/>Father<em>Cruz Roman</em><br/>Mother<em>Samantha Rose</em><br/>Step-Mother<em>Angel Roman</em><br/>Half-Sister<em>Cheri Roman</em><br/><strong>Enemies: </strong><br/>My father<br/><strong>Friends:</strong><br/>Band mates for now<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong><br/>Lyricist<br/>Band Member of SpreeKiller.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(In picture shown)<br/><strong>Fashion of Choice:</strong><br/><em>Grunge Clothing commonly worn by grunge musicians in Washington consisted of thrift store items and the typical outdoor clothing (most notably flannel shirts) of the region, as well as a generally unkempt appearance. The style did not evolve out of a conscious attempt to create an appealing fashion.</em><br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:<br/>Ｓｉｍｉｌａｒ ｔｏ Ｆａｔｈｅｒ<br/>Gale is in some factors just like his father, yet has been constantly told by his mother that it seems to be a bad thing and should watch out what he does. In the matter of looks he'd been a extremely late bloomer so much in fact that during the year of absenteeism he's changed himself many a time. From the picture above it would seem that the nickname 'Girlish' that they used to describe him will not be staying.<br/><br/>Ｓｉｍｉｌａｒ ｔｏ Ｍｏｔｈｅｒ<br/>He takes up after his mother in the intelligence department knowing the ins and outs of the word and how to survive. She has taught him much over the year as well as kept his temper down since the feud he had with his father. The only trait that his mother and himself have appearance wise is his face, Which had been the bane of his existence.<br/><br/>Cᴜɴɴɪɴɢ<br/>'Marked by or given to artful subtlety and deceptiveness.' is the best way to describe his thinking process. Able to see reasoning of others, as well to foresee certain events that might take place. This is a part of him that was made due to dealing with his father.<br/><br/>Dᴇᴄᴇɪᴛғᴜʟ<br/>'marked by deliberate deceptiveness especially by pretending one set of feelings and acting under the influence of another' Was one of the traits that his mother was talking about having just like his father. Yet it has been used in a more defensive sense with Warren. Not fully trusting anyone due to the lies he was fed about his mother, and the things his dad had reaped. It was thanks to being deceitful that he'd tricked his dad into allowing his return home.<br/><br/>Aʀᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ<br/>'Naturally gifted with creative skill' One of the few things he shines in is his talent for anything that has to do with either music,art, or any media inbreed of those two subjects. Being around music and those under his dad's label carved the genius he has become in this field helping with idea for album covers and such before being sent away.<br/><br/>Sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ & Cᴏᴍᴇᴅɪᴄ<br/>These two come hand in hand Warren can be rather funny in a mean way that others fail to recognize it to being harsh, and tend to laugh at it until later finding out he was bad mouthing them in the first place. Most of the time he does it without thinking never wanting to her peoples feelings. This is one of the identical traits he shares with his father one that he hates having at all times.<br/><br/><strong>Motivations</strong>:None<br/><strong>Disposition</strong>: None yet.<br/><strong>Outlook</strong>: One cannot define how hard they have had it by where they live. A person can live in the best neighborhood, and still come out twisted. So judging a person by a surrounding or environment they had been raised in does not condone<br/><br/><strong>Religion/Philosophy:</strong>Atheist<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Positive Personality Traits:</strong>Smart, Open-minded, Social, and Brave<br/><strong>Negative Personality Traits:</strong>Devious, Temper, and Hateful.<br/><strong>Sexual Quirks:</strong>He tends to be rather rough around the edges when it comes to sex. Pulling hair, Biting, Cussing, all of that which makes his blood boil. Once can say that Gale likes to bring his anger into the bedroom. Girls will be lucky if they leave without a scratch or some ripped clothing.<br/><br/><strong>Interests:</strong>Reading, Messing with his father, music, women<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Novels, and torturing people he hates, and cigarettes<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Early mornings, Teases, His family, and Being told what to do constantly<br/><br/>Favorite Foods: Salad, Most meat products, and Sour candy<br/><strong>Favorite Drinks:</strong>Monster, Arizona Tea, and vitamin water<br/><strong>Favorite Colors:</strong>Purple<br/><br/><strong>Hobbies:</strong><br/>Dabbles in drawing though he is no good at it.<br/><br/><strong>Details:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Has tattoos across his chest, shoulder, and back from his time living with his mother abroad.</li><li></li><li></li><li></li></ul><br/><strong>Theme Songs:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Growin up in the gutter by Yelawolf</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AU8MRkcuu9E&amp;feature=my_liked_videos&amp;list=LLpHH-5_j8YGZVTzmLtmlkwQ</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A Day To Remember - All I want</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sodlpW668tY&amp;feature=my_liked_videos&amp;list=LLpHH-5_j8YGZVTzmLtmlkwQ</div></div><strong>History: </strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bio</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/Fv11H.jpg)<br/>   I was thought early on that my mother had left me because I was not what she wanted, and for the longest time I believed that. I became rather angry at what I was told, but I had loved my father for being there for me. It was way before he changed into what he is now. He was caring, supportive, a real father. We didn't have the money like we do now. My father was still trying to reach the fame he desperately needed. He wasn't even a producer back then just another artist with a pipe dream of getting out of the ghetto. To him I was the reason to get outta the hood. I wasn't like the other children. I had grey hair and brown skin. I was weird it wasn't hard to notice my freakish hair. Kids laughed at me, picked on me, called me 'Silver locks' you know? From the story books like goldie locks. I know funny. My father was my world, my personal super hero that defeated bed monsters, taught me to fly, And do what most father do with their child. Thinking back on those times make me cry so badly that I can't breath. I miss that part of him so much.<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/FJkTd.jpg)<br/>   Dad had finally started making ground, and we moved away from the place I hated to live in. Though it was asked of my father to dye my hair lack. I didn't complain...much. It was just for me to fit in I suppose. I adjusted rather well in the new neighborhood, but I got asked many a time if I was sick when the dye faded out of my hair. With my dad getting around in the business I did not see him as much, so I lived sorta alone for months at a time. Rock &amp;Roll became apart of my life, and in turn gave me the idea of being who I was in apperance. Shaggy hair, dark clothing, and throwing up the horns when ever a song I loved came on the radio. Good times so many good times. It makes me wish I stayed that age. Because maybe I could of lived a bit more happier before that bitch came and twisted him more then he already was. Took my hero away and made him into something he wasn't.<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/AkLtA.jpg)<br/>   It was around this time I met her....Angel. That bitch she was the very reason why I started hating my dad. She brought him around her people, gave him some of her persuasion that only women can do, and had him around her little finger before I started putting the pieces together fast enough to fathom. There was no more fun times when he was home its. Take me to the store! Come with me to this party! Spend time with me Cruz! The mere sound of her voice drove me insane, but I kept nice and happy thinking that she would disappear like all of dads girlfriend before her. Yet, that did not happen. She told us she was to have his baby. With that he married her a few months later, and it had been the wedding of the decade as they called it. My baby sister Cheri was born right as we moved to California. With my fathers career in full swing there was little he had to do, but sit back and reap from the benefits. Now with a new child I was pushed to the back until only the dark and loneliness was my companions in a large house.<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/mHhVS.jpg)<br/>   With so much time on my hands I found the effort to find where my mother was since I was not going to be told at that point. With enough cash you can find anyone. I found that out after three hours and a stolen credit card that belonged to my Mister Cruz himself. Australia. A number. Along with some much needed questions. Samantha Rose was her name. She was very unique to the point that she reminded me of some twilight zone shit you see on television. I was told that she did not leave because she didn't want me. It was due to him and her having a fall out in their relationship. With all of this time I was just a reminder of my fathers' loss. The one as such a young age had called a hero. I trusted, Betray me from the moment I accepted him into my heart. Everything he had did for me felt fake or meant to happen because it was his duty as a father. My hate for him grew to untold levels which would soon spiral out of control.<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/6Gnqd.jpg?3)<br/>   Even though I did not fully trust him I still had to live with the bastard, and for a bit it had its perks if one called them that. Around the end of my nineteenth year I was told that I'd been set up on a date with one of my fathers clients children who was around my age. It was one of those deals that were meant to bring attention to her so that she'd have some new windows of opportunity. When I met Kitty there was only a pretty face and potential money for my father. I hadn't seen her as anything more. As time went on and my twentieth birthday came along I started to see thing about her I liked. She'd taught me  worthwhile things about myself. That all ended when she found out the real reason I had started dating her right as my heart began to flutter &amp; my stomach filled with butterflies.<br/><br/>Once could call this the final straw. I'd had enough of my fathers shit when he found out that we'd split up  his words were as followed,<strong>" You were only doing a job. Its all your good for anyway."</strong> I struck him down with the closest thing I could reach and tried to kill him in his very home. Everything that had been bottled up was surging forth each time I brought down the object I was swinging. I had been stopped by Angel. She knocked me out with a lamp. Cru had made an arrangement with my mother the sent me there for a while until I cooled my head.<br/> <br/><br/></div></div>