Lieu: Balayage de la forêt entre Lincoln High et Hillside
Interagir avec : l'arbre mort d'Ashton 


Ces dernières heures ont été bizarrement surréalistes, le meurtre de Rachel Lewis et la façon dont elle a été tuée ont été profondément enracinés dans la mémoire de Gerard. Il ne la connaissait pas exactement, mais il a entendu parler de ses réalisations étonnantes, bien, qui ne l'ont pas fait. Gerard erra après avoir vu le cadavre et se trouva dans les forêts près de Lincoln. Après cela, il a menti sur la terre, tout en regardant le ciel. Il avait une teinte rougeur, tandis que le soleil commençait à se cacher.
Gerard dépoussiéra les feuilles et les saletés qui étaient sur ses vêtements. Il a glissé les mains dans sa poche alors que l'air s'est refroidi. Alors qu'il se promenait, une odeur de charbon lui a frappé le nez. Il marche lentement et soigneusement vers la source. Un arbre se détachait, brûlé et gris, l'odeur du charbon s'infiltrant encore fortement autour de la région. Gérard a examiné l'arbre de haut en bas et a sifflé, "Impressif." Il s'est dit hors de lui-même, un sourire se formant sur son visage : « Maintenant, je ne me souviens pas d'orages ou d'autres choses semblables pour que la foudre frappe quelque chose, et cela à peu près aussi. Je suppose qu'un autre a aussi quelque chose, hein?"
-- Bien que, continua Gerard en parlant à son solitaire, c'est encore un peu évident, quel genre de personne ne penserait pas que c'est suspect par le moins. Il savait que cet arbre pratiquement détruit se distinguait de tous ceux qui l'entouraient en bonne santé et en vie, il ne voulait pas que quelqu'un se faufile avec des questions, il soupirait dans le déplaisir. -- Eh bien, je suppose que je peux essayer ça, je suis assis là-dessus depuis un moment. Il continua à se parler tout en murmurant. Plus tôt dans la journée, Gerard avait par accident cassé une tasse remplie de son cacao, et dans son ennui, il a trouvé qu'il revenait son temps à quand il n'était pas cassé. Bien sûr, il est revenu à beaucoup de fois dans le temps et la poudre de cacao n'a pas été agitée, beaucoup au chagrin de Gerard mais un sourire formé sur son visage malgré cela, il avait surnommé cette nouvelle compétence "réverb".
En regardant l'arbre, il a essayé de rappeler le sentiment et l'ennui quand il a cassé sa coupe. L'énergie a commencé à s'arracher de ses mains, et une petite teinte d'ivoire blanc sur ses yeux. Cette fois, un mal de tête écrasant l'a frappé. Le sang s'est rapidement déversé de son nez alors que l'énergie tournait autour de l'arbre. Sa tête avait l'impression qu'il déchirait, mais sa curiosité l'a emporté sur sa douleur. Après un certain temps, l'arbre était en bonne santé une fois de plus, le tronc une feuille brun foncé et vert tombant toujours si silencieusement.
Il s'est effondré, le sang coule toujours du nez. Il a regardé l'arbre maintenant pleinement revigoré comme si aucun éclair ne l'avait frappé en premier lieu. Il sourit à son œuvre, comme si un peintre souriait à sa création, ou à celle que son père ferait en étant fier de son enfant, un sourire de plaisir content. "Ce cadeau ferait mieux d'être reconnaissant et de me doucher avec des louanges qui ont fait mal." Il a dit de se confirmer, même s'il l'a fait pour apaiser sa curiosité. En s'essuyant le nez avec sa manche, il s'est juste serré les bras et a pensé qu'il se laverait les vêtements lui-même. Bien sûr, les maux de tête n'ont pas pu s'apaiser, et Gerard sait qu'il ne ferait pas ça pendant un moment. Il s'est couché sur la terre douce, heureux de lui-même.
Il regarda le ciel qui s'obscurcit, les étoiles de la nuit, apparaissant à la lumière. Il soupira d'un souffle profond et aspirant - les étoiles l'avaient toujours intrigué et stupéfait. Ils sont toujours indépendants les uns des autres, mais quelques-uns d'entre eux dans une position constituent une formation. Il ressentait une certaine satisfaction. Il était là, sous l'arbre qu'il venait de "réverbérer". Il s'est levé, notant mentalement que la fête d'Everett allait se dérouler et qu'il devait se rafraîchir. "Combien apparaîtraient à la fête?" "Mon père ne me permettrait pas, mais ils sont trop occupés pour imposer cette restriction." Il a continué, rien de nouveau mentalement qu'il était solitaire, comme d'habitude. "Pourquoi l'idée de nouilles solitaires est-elle apparue dans mon esprit?"
Gerard regarda autour de lui, et remarqua quelque chose, "Quelle... d'où est-ce que je viens de nouveau?" Il s'est demandé dans la confusion, normalement il était bon avec les directions.
“If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I do, I'll make it quick.”
-Himself



|Name|
Gerard Jones West
|Nickname|
People either call him by his first or last name, sometimes 'Gest' which slightly irks him.
|Birth Date|
January 3rd 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual



|In Depth Appearance|
One of the most notable feature of Gerard is his eyes, a stark sky blue that seems to pierce right through you. He stands at a little bit above average height with dark brown hair that can be seen in light. A lazy and bored look always seems present with his face as he nothing really ever happens in Verona, much to his dismay.
One of the most constant things about his clothing is his dark shaded beanie, he always seems to bring it whenever possible. Otherwise he just usually wears a jacket with a white inside topped with dark blue jeans.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Just wears some normal clip-like earings on both sides of his ears.



|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Sating his Curiousty
✔ Sleeping
✔ Smart people
✔ People who can take a joke
✔ Interesting things/Individuals
✔ Reading with music
✔ Cocoa
✔ Below cold-temperatures
✘ Boring, everyday things
✘ Loud, attention seeking people
✘ Too much noise
✘ Showoffs
✘ Being nagged on for something he has to do, he'll get to it
✘ People who wear masks
✘ Closemindedness
✘ Hot areas/rooms
|Hobbies|
Astronomy - Star watching
Tree Climbing, taking in the surrounding environment
Martial Arts - Interesting, for him

|Habits|
Fixing his clothing whenever he thinks deeply
Yawning unintentionally when something bores him
Scratching the back of his neck whenever nervous
|Fears|
☠Being bored for the rest of his life
☠Heights
☠Drowning


|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Shiftless ♦ Sharp-tongued ♦ Astute ♦
His shiftless and lazy attitude comes from the boring, everday life in Verona. But whenever something piques his interests and curiousity, little cans top him from sating said curiousity and will rush headlong into whatever- be it dangerous or not. Despite this, whenever he does get close to someone- he tends to and tease them to gauge a reaction- it's his way to show affection.
Known, or atleast competing, for the laziest title in Town, he has no qualms with the authorities unlike his peers, unless they go against what he wants to know to sate his curiousity. His tongue is also sharp, saying what he thinks at the moment and rarely holding back unless the situation calls for it. Usually out of curiousity or again, gauging their reactions.
While being lazy, he doesn't get behind his studies and tends to get to it. He also loves to stargaze, as it instills a sense of serenity and peace whenever he does it- getting fairly annoyed whenever someone disturbs this stillness. He is also fairly fit, being in martial arts for a few years- switching between a few every so often but mainly just Aikido. There's enough muggers and the like in Verona that he has to do it, and he has no qualms with it either.

|History|
Born to rather normal parents, James and Samantha West, in Verona. His upbringing was rather odd, his parents let him do whatever he wished as they were both out most of the time to earn a living as they weren't the wealthiest in town. This caused him to develop a self-dependent attitude, cooking, cleaning and the like all by himself, nurturing a bored outlook on life. Most of the time he would be out and about, looking for things that would relieve him of his boredom.
He didn't fully hate Verona, neither did he like it, the town was boring for his taste but a few interesting things did happen here and there that sated it enough once in a while. For example the whole murder debacle, Gerard was luckily not one of the victims, neither his parents. His life in Verona was uneventful unlike his peers who usually got into trouble, incarcerated or something else. He wasn't really into destroying his innards with booze or drugs, and he never really sought out trouble, only seeking out things that piqued his interests, which probably made him one of the most 'normal' if you could say that.
Well, that is, until time froze around him while he was cascading through the woods, all the animals, falling leaves and even the light just... halted.
|Family|
Almost everyone in town knew each other, this was the case for the West family, they are known as the rather mundane and down-to-earth kind of people. Which bored Gerard even further. The house was white and blue and stood on dirt, a fine garden grew by Gerard's mothers, which he sometimes tends to.
James West; Father; Age 42;
A fine accountant that demands him to be out the whole day to earn his wages for the family, usually a jokester when interacting with his family and likes to prank them. Not as strict as his wife, he lets Gerard go out and do whateevr as long as he's safe. Gerard is rather close to James moreso than his mother.
Samantha West; Mother; Age 35;
A strict, uncompromising teacher. Her students had caused her to grow this attitude, and Gerard sometimes wonders how she and his fun loving father ever got along. Tries to be sweet and caring to Gerard but sometimes cannot show it. Gerard is close to his mother, but not as close as he is to his father.
|Theme Song|
Kill the lights – Set It Off
”And the truth, we all pursue.”



|Power Name|
Chronokinesis, Time manipulation
|Power Descrption|
Gerard has to manipulate time, though to a lesser degree as he's just beginning to grasp his powe.
|Abilities|
His powers are activated by a finger snap.
Reverb; If he focuses/concentrates on, let's say, a broken jug, and thinks of when it wasn't broken, the jug would be then 'fixed' or altered back to it's original condition before it was broken.
Time stop; For a short amount of time, around ten or so seconds, time will halt. Whoever Gerard touches in this timespan will also be able to move while everything is frozen in place.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
Continued usage of his powers damages his health greatly, reuse of Reverb grants him migraines so he set a limit on how much he should do per day.
Time stop also, as powerful as it is, if used for more than ten seconds he will begin to start feeling heavy pressure in his head and in a matter of seconds have a blackout. After usage of time stop in less than ten seconds, he experiences fatigue and a splitting headache for a few hours and an occasional nosebleed.
There's a limited range in which, where Gerard is the center of his powers, spanning about half a yard. For reverb to work, he has to be next to the item.