name: Gloom gender: non-binary mates with: haha good joke friends: you are a top-class comedian traits: loner, quiet, introvert, deadly rules they lives by: trust no one I KNOW THEY LOOK LIKE A DEMON BECAUSE OF THE EYES BUT I PROMISE YOU THEY ARE NOT A DEMON credits: drawn by: mycatisluna music: Madison Beer - Showed Me (How I Fell In Love With You) (Official Music Video)
glooms origin story, told by interview in first person lets just get this straight, Just because I am here does not mean we are friends and before you assault me, lets just say the security didn't take all my weapons... Now lets get started shall we. I am gloom, to your Suprise I was born by humans in Chicago, the reason I am well... monster... is because of genetics. My great great great grandpa, was also like me, but my great great great grandma was human. If you are wondering, no it did not go well. When they had their baby she was human. Every other generation was human until me. My mom Jess couldn't even look at me and same with my father. At age 12 due neglect, child services took me away. It was at that moment I knew that this world is a cruel place. So I ran away and took some pocket money from the guards. Hey it was only $200! I took enough of that to buy food and put the rest into investments for more money. then one day on April 5th 2000, when I was at the age of 14, I was out to get a soda when a man running from the cops gave me a knife and said "TAKE THIS AND RUN". I don't know why he gave me a knife but I followed his orders and ran. Of course, with a face like mine and a knife in my hand, I got some looks...but I luckily had bought an apartment with my money and ran there. When I got home I realized there was a note on the knife, it wrote "This will get you through life, use it as you wish", me being the age that I was took it the way as using it for killings, also side note murder is a great way to earn some extra cash out of pockets. OH and I have that knife right here! *people gasp* HEY HEY i'm not using it on you! but along with the story, I used the knife for murders and made just enough money to go to Malark a place filled with people like me, but I still live by my rules, trust no one. and if your asking about the scars their from people in Chicago, this look goes horrible on the streets! Thats my story now get that note pad and your scribbles outta my face!
