FRY, Gavin Ross

[Gavin Ross Fry]

GAVIN ROSS FRY

FULL NAME: Gavin Ross Fry
NICKNAMES: None he answers to
AGE: Twenty four
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Lead guitarist and backing vocals for Midnight Rising.

HAIR: Short dark brown, choppy cut. Usually some product in his bedhead and he's good for the day ahead.
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A couple from childhood but nothing worth a good story.
TATTOOS: He's got the Band's name and logo on his left shoulder blade and an epic wolf piece on his right thigh.
PIERCINGS: None!
PLAY-BY: Jay Ryan!!! <3

LIKES: Guitars, Jack Daniels, whiskey sours, hitting the drums, song writing, loud music, impromptu jam sessions, nightclubs, standing up there on stage, the guitar strings under his fingers, running, tattoos, strong coffee, ripped jeans, combat boots, Jimi Hendricks, kickboxing, the fans, the band (obviously), studio time, cheap sunglasses, wolves
DISLIKES: getting blackout drunk, the attention sometimes, the makeup shit they put on for photoshoots, grabby fans during meet and greets, the occasional nightmare, his childhood, talking about his childhood, peaches, vodka, cleaning (which is why they have a person come in and do it for them), getting sick, clingy girls, rodents, misplacing his phone
FEARS: Never reconnecting with his mother, losing his brother, losing the band.
SECRETS: His father used to beat him senseless but he'd never his hit face; couldn't hide the evidence then. He hit his father back when he got older and he doesn't lose a bit of sleep knowing he's the reason his father became addicted to the painkillers that eventually killed him.
PERSONALITY: Gavin is a man with many quirks. He is a bit of a commitment phobe but he's working really hard on changing that. Unfortunately, he's not yet found the right girl who will fight for him, which is something he does need. He needs someone to fight him on his emotions. He can show the world how he feels in his music but he can't say how he's feeling. He's a little bit fucked up. But they call him an eccentric instead of crazy; which he probably is. He's been known to be really picky when it comes to performing. He has tossed guitars aside simply because he's not "feeling" them that particular night. The band's manager has long since figured out that doesn't mean to give them away or send them off to a local charity shop. For Gavin, it means simply that particular guitar isn't what he's looking for that night but it might be the next. He's known to be intimidating but that's all just first appearances. Really, he's kind of a softie and tears work on him instantly. He's very protective of his bandmates. They're his brothers, his entire family and he would be crushed if anything happened to them. Like so many people, he's grumpy before coffee and so down to Earth it's a little odd. He's never let the fame get to his head because he knows it could all go in the blink of an eye. He's invested well so he isn't too worried about it. Gavin is quite creative and writes most of the songs the band plays though he never takes full credit. He's quite humble and believes the band writes the lyrics, every time, during jam sessions; even if he was the one to start them. He's constantly moving. So much so, the band jokes that he should be the drummer; something is always moving with him, which is why he runs, a lot, though he's not exactly the athletic type. He hits the gym only when he feels stressed and even then it's only after a jam session hasn't worked.

MOTHER: Maureen Fry & fifty one.
FATHER: Hank Fry & deceased.
SIBLINGS: Brody Fry & twenty three.
OTHERS: Hendricks Allen, twenty four & best friend and bandmate
Wade Moore, twenty three & Bandmate and best friend
Ryker Scottsdale, fifty four & Mentor.
PETS: N/A!
HOMETOWN: Midnight, Mississippi.
HISTORY: Gavin's life wasn't always the amazing thing it was now. There was a time when he hadn't known if he was going to eat that day or if he would be woken up in the middle of the night by his alcoholic father wanting to beat the ever living hell out of him for something he hadn't really done. It was a nightmare growing up and it was something he wouldn't have wished on his worst enemy. Unfortunately, his worst enemy was the one hitting him, and he was actually someone he wanted to hit. He was too small though when he'd been so young to fight back and he had taken the hits knowing, even when he'd been so small, only six years old, that if the old man was hitting him, he wasn't hitting his mama or hit baby brother. He wore jeans year-round, long sleeve shirts when he could make it work and never told a soul why he occasionally winced when asked to reach something up high. When he was about twelve or so, he hit a serious growth spurt and went from the meek little kid his daddy used to hit to a teenager still filling out with some force in him. He wasn't quite where he'd eventually find himself but well on the way and he started to fight back.

His father wasn't so fond of that and started to threaten Brody, though Gavin hadn't known that at first. He came home from a friend's house to see his father with his hand raised in the air over Brody and Gavin saw red. He stepped up, grabbed the old man's arm and ripped it backwards, breaking it. He had to go to the hospital but he'd made up some bullshit story or another, couldn't have people knowing he beat his kids so they beat him back. He became addicted to the painkillers they'd given him and managed to overdose himself six months later. Able to breathe a little easier, he started to actually come out of his shell a little more. By then however, his best friend had decided they needed to start a band. Twelve years old and he thought they could be rock stars. Both of them were going through the joys of puberty, voices changing every other word into something either high pitched and squeaky or low and a little intimidating; at least on Gavin's part. Hendricks had so much faith in them though.

Gavin saved all his money and bought himself a second, or third-hand guitar from a pawn shop downtown and started to practice. Ryker stopped walking down the street to watch Gavin for a minute. He was the owner of the music shop in town, a little small thing but it was his pride and joy. Gavin was trying to tune the guitar though he'd had to previous experience and it was obvious. Still, when he got it right, he felt it in his bones and before Ryker could offer his help, he saw the moment it all connected for the young kid. So, instead of offering his help tuning the shitty little thing Gavin had worked so hard for, he offered him lessons in exchange for a little help around the shop. He asked him to come by on Saturday afternoons and Ryker would but him to work until the shop closed at five and then spend an hour going through the chords and the notes and teaching him all he knew about guitars.

By the time they were sixteen, Gavin was as good as, if not better than Ryker on the guitar. While Ryker had practiced until his fingers bled, Gavin had an innate ability to bring the music from the chords, like he was telling a story. It was incredible to watch. The band had turned from Gavin and Hendricks to include Brody on the drums and Wade on bass. Gavin had also started teaching lessons at the shop and started working there after school and on the weekends. It was his second home and a place he'd needed to be; his safe zone. His house wasn't the same after his father died. They might have gotten rid of one black cloud but their mother fell into quite the depression and Gavin couldn't handle seeing her like that. Ryker let the band practice in one of the lesson rooms and things were looking up for them. Ryker sort of became their manager and booked them gigs whenever he could talk owners of bars into letting the kids in for a set or two. It was the best they could do. When they were about eighteen, Brody seventeen, Ryker made a call and had a scout he'd known come out to a gig. She thought they were incredible, had a voice that could make it big. She worked up a contract after looking it over, they signed it. They were on a tour bus the next week and headed to their new life.

Some time in LA saw them with an album recorded and hitting the shelves after a few weeks of radio air time and some interviews. They'd tossed out an EP shortly after getting to LA, just so fans could have something to pick up. From there it seemed like a whirlwind of an adventure. They booked the opening act gig for one of the biggest bands in the country and became close with them as they toured all over North America. Considering Gavin hadn't been sure if he'd ever see the outside of Mississippi, he was impressed. They were huge stars by the end of that first tour, which sent them straight into an international one, hitting up a dozen different countries over the course of god, he'd lost track. It was amazing. When they hit stateside again, the band relocated to New York, feeling like the big apple suited them better. It was a little weird but they all sort of felt like New York was home. They found a realtor who found them a fantastic place for the lot of them to live. They liked being able to jam whenever the mood struck and with them all living together, it was so easy to do that. They'd done it a lot on the bus, someone, usually Gavin, would start strumming a couple chords, working on a new song and before he made it through the first run, the rest of the guys had gathered up their gear, aside from Brody who brought out his pads instead, and they were creating the music together; always together. Gavin didn't know what he would do without his bandmates. They were so much more than that, they were his brothers, his family; especially since his and Brody's mother had shut them out of her live when they'd signed that contract. She hadn't wanted to deal with both her boys leaving her so she started to pretend they didn't exist. It hurt but after trying everything he could Gavin realised it wasn't on him; it was all on her and he could only wait for her to figure it out.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: These are mine.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Back of a magazine.
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