Welcome to Gaia! ::

This is the ghetto. The downright slums. A refuge for teenaged gangs who aren't wanted in modern society. A place jam packed with guns, drugs, crime, sodomy, you name it.
A place where you don't know if you'll live to the next day. But you are bound to remain here for you are not wanted elsewhere. You might say you've been banished here to stay.
How will you survive? Will you fall into the bad habits around you? Or will you rise above it all and try to escape?

Here there are two gangs, dominating the North and South ends of the slums. The leader of the South End, the Saints, secretly wishes for everyone to get along. He strives for equality and wants everyone in the slum to one day be able to re join normal society. The South has alot of diversity in their gang but mostly normal kids.

The Leader of the North, the Bloods, is the opposite. He strives to take over all and have the other grovelling at his feet. He is a greedy brat who wants all for himself. Wanting complete rule of Wrong Side is only the beginning. Opposite of the South, the North is filled with the wrong sorts. Con artists, whores, and criminals.

I was born on July 10th in Washington DC to Margaret and George Thatcher. They named me Gregory Alex Thatcher. But it has been eighteen years since that day.

On First glance, I seem to be Quiet but it is much more complicated than that. You see, I am really I end to lock myself in my room an awful lot. And it takes a lot of persuading to get me out. I rarely eat anything that isn't junk food and need sugary snacks to boost my energy. I am addicted to energy drinks, sex, booze, and drugs. I refuse to care for anyone. Nobody gets past the wall I put up one fateful day when I was fifteen.. And I tend to fall for whatever will ******** me which means I am promiscuous and pansexual.

So, as you may have guessed, I am very complicated. It began as a normal life in DC, but things did not stay that way. Perhaps I should elaborate. Well, my parents loved me. I know they did. But my father left my mother and me when I was twelve. We were forced to move from a three hundred room mansion into a tiny trailer in a park that wasn't even big enough for one.

I started skipping school to work. Someone had to provide for us and my mother had a bad hip. Though when work was hard to find, I took to stealing. At first, it started with a loaf of bread here and canned goods there. Soon, it turned into robbing convenience stores at gunpoint and beating people to death for their wallets.

Ah, my pistol. The last thing I got from my father before he ditched us. I was outdoors one day, cooking our dinner on an open flame. My pistol was on the kitchen table and my mother inside. The last thing I heard before rushing in was a gunshot that rang loudly in my ears. She had killed herself and used my gun to do it.

After that, I became cold. I let nobody into my heart nor soul. I cared for nothing. And I pushed our trailer with everything I owned and her dead body off the cliff at the end of the park.

I joined the Bloods Gang and soon became well trusted by the leader. So I became his second in command. I really didn't care if I did or not but I was recruited somehow. I see it as a place to stay and food in my stomach. Even though it gets hard. And I am greedy. I still do the nasty things I was before. But I do it to hoard everything.

If you insist upon knowing, you are a very curious person. Well, I have my right ear pierced and barbells in my hips. I have a small heart tattooed on my right hip with my mother's name because that was her bad one.. And I listen to Novacaine Rhapsody [Green Day/Queen Mashup] on a constant basis.

All in all, I am very black-hearted, but who knows? I only do what x-doctor billy tells me to do.