— Gerard Way. ✞︎

He wasn't much of a hobbyist, hardly ever. All his attention and time were devoted to his worship of the church, the religion his father had instilled in him. Despite this, during the cold, silent, and lonely nights of that town, Gerard could find the perfect moment to take advantage of the tranquility of his room alone to continue planning every second of his future. He spent hours praying, kneeling before his bed, apologizing for even the smallest mistake he might have made, purifying his soul each night. Afterward, he would study for his classes, practice his guitar, or read a few comics that his younger brother, Mikey (Michael James Way), would lend him. He wasn't a fan of science fiction comics; in fact, it annoyed him that his little brother seemed to worship those fictional comic book superheroes more than him, instead of being like him and worshipping the only divine being his soul believed it knew. But this didn't stop him from loving his little brother. He enjoyed watching the moon from his room, relishing the peace of his space, the cool breeze that drifted through his window, the silent company of the fresh wind that helped ease his constant tension and the negative thoughts that constantly overwhelmed him. At school, he was well-known for his good reputation and excellent grades. Gerard didn't have a bad relationship with his classmates, but the boys his own age didn't really understand him, nor did he understand them. He hated parties, "bad influences," and even love that wasn't directed toward his family or religion, which is why he had never been in love. And he was terrified of it, because the only time he had felt anything like it, it had been with the wrong person: a boy, another man. Gerard regretted it, he hated himself for feeling that way, but he never did anything about it, he would never confess it. It was his secret.

—The young man, only 17 years old, was one of the most recognized members of the Way family in the town, all thanks to his good deeds, his performance in demonstrating his devotion to the faith, his efforts in every practice, every class at the Catholic school where he studies diligently, attracting the attention of people around him not only because of his last name, but because of how amazing that boy was in himself.

His appearance definitely doesn't go unnoticed. His hair is black, as dark as night, somewhat messy, shoulder-length, as if his hair were the only rebellious thing about this otherwise perfectly proper young man. His hazel eyes, sometimes lightly made up with black eyeliner, something Gerard considered a bit too bold, but which he didn't hate because he liked how it made him look. His eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness at every moment, as if every second of his life were a reason to be happy, and for him, it was. His face has sharp features, his skin smooth, his nose slightly upturned, his lips pink and thin, with somewhat bushy eyebrows—features that truly make him look so attractive to those around him. His body is slender, a tall, somewhat athletic build. His skin is soft, as pale as porcelain, hidden beneath the fabric of that black robe that many would swear Gerard never took off. Gerard was far too proud to wear the clothes his father made him wear during the day. As if it were just another accomplishment to add to his list.

—Gerard Arthur Way is the son of Donna Way and Donnald Way, the priest of a small town, almost as antiquated as its religious beliefs, which were instilled in every person belonging to the town from the day they were born until the day they took their last breath.
From the moment he was born, Gerard believed his entire life that religion was his reason for living, more than mere beliefs in the divine and the impossible for many. He was his father's greatest pride, the heir to the title of priest, the one who would guide the people along the right path and uphold good customs when his father was chosen by God for eternal rest in paradise.
Unlike many young people his age, who were going through a rebellious phase, Gerard hated even thinking about something as awful as disobeying his beloved father. He even felt revulsion for those people whose minds, he believed, had been manipulated by the devil and whose souls he believed had been corrupted.
Gerard was convinced he was a good boy. He was responsible, polite, and obedient, following every order given by his superiors to the letter, without question. But this had slowly made him proud, overly self-centered, almost vain about his good reputation and his obsession, disguised as worship, with everything he considered right.