{ mason gooding, cis man, he-they } Is that a LANCE FITZGERALD? I heard the THIRTY-FOUR year old works as a MUSICIAN. Which makes sense, seeing how they are HOPEFUL but can also be GULLIBLE. Do they know what’s going on in the city? I heard they are a CLEAN. (juicy)
FULL NAME: Lance Peter Fitzgerald
AGE, BIRTHDAY: 33, January 18th
PRONOUNS: he/him
SEXUALITY: click here
GANG: club penguin gang
+ sweet, caring, hard working
- gullible, excessive, hesitant
tw: abuse, attempted murder, and GAYS!!
All your life has been a constant battle to stay afloat, to not drown in the ocean of sorrows and plights that you call your home. Every single day of your life you'd hear a screaming match, your father always owed someone money, and your mother worked herself tirelessly to keep you fed and keep what little of a roof you had over your heads. She was diligent, beautiful, so you never understood how such an amazing woman could have ever fallen for the kind of man your father was. Belligerent wouldn't even begin to describe him. He was abusive, a drunk, and an all around terrible human being. So your life at home was constant turmoil, your supposed safe heaven the thing you dreaded to come back to the most, day after day. It didn't begin with hits, but it built up to that, when your father's anger and frustration couldn't find any suitable outlets, you were right there.
Then you met your best friend, and you found some respite, a life raft in that dark ocean. You did everything together, and he was one of the ones who encouraged that love of music and helped you get your very first guitar. As the years passed that friendship you developed grew into more, at least for you it did, and you couldn't see him as just a friend anymore, you loved him, maybe you always did, so when he started hanging around people whom you had never met before and seemed dangerous, you followed. Even after that one night where thanks to your hearing you saved him from an explosion meant for him, an attack on the very person you loved, but you saved him, at the cost of your hearing. music had been taken from you then and there.
At first it was grueling, seeing the world with a new perspective and being forced to learn a whole new language. Your friend did help you at least, he stayed up countless nights studying with you, and trying to figure out ways you could still enjoy music. Luckily for you, through many odd jobs and a lot of extra help, you were granted cochlear implants and although you didn't really need ASL, you still learned and kept at it because you were granted a new perspective and respect for people who live different than you.
You take care of you mom don't you? Especially since she got sick and now can't work tirelessly, now it's your turn, because your father can't provide, so you stepped up, and now it's your turn to keep the family afloat.
