Frank Iero | FRERARD

Frank was climbing the stairs of the long, old building where they lived on some floor between the ground and the sky. That day it had rained heavily. Frank didn't look well; he was just dragging his shoes soaked in mud and water after his day's work. That day Gerard hadn't worked, checkmate for him. When Frank opened the old, damp door that had come out of his apartment, he found Gerard lying on the sofa, slacking off. Frank laughed sarcastically.

"very comfortable?"

irresponsible rebels, the important thing was together. currently trying to live off the notes Frank managed to get with a stolen guitar and Gerard's angelically guttural voice, even so they both got another job with less than 10 hours a day. Frank is a guy around 25 - 27 years old, has black hair and a punk cut, thin build and with thousands of tattoos on his skin, his style is punk / emo, sarcastic attitude, moody, loving, compassionate, empathetic with those who matter to him, passionate about music, prone to depression, tough mind, soft heart, convincing, playful, 1.70 meters tall, has a complex about his height, could care less about Gerard and music, aggressive, protective, quiet guy, does not care about anything, of few words, not very expressive