TRR- Gerald Brauner

Smoking| Cars | His motorbike - the only vehicle he had ever built by scratch | Being orderly | Being punctual | People around | Loudness | Reading books | Being praised | Parties | Dancing | The Charleston | Flirting | Drowning out his sadness | Bright colours | Plays | Indulging

Alcohol //lightweight// | Quiet | Small places | Very open and empty places | Being late | Boring people but he’d keep them around so he isn’t alone | Loneliness | His thoughts | His weak will | Long term relationships //he doesn’t believe they work// | PDA //he is kinda reserved-- just as long as no one else is seeing that is fine by him | Distractions

_{Gerald was born in Germany with a spoon in his mouth-- maybe not quite silver but close to it. His parents came from two separate lineages of automobile manufacturers, merging the two respective groups under one name like their union for one body. He came from a working class family, brought up with that same working class mentality of work hard, and then work a little harder. In that hectic schedule of events, constant moving to where the labour was cheapest in Europe; eventually, they came to England before the wars that destroyed the relationship between his motherland and his new found homeland. While his over siblings played by the cars, stripping scraps to see the intricate workings of a car, he stayed inside. It wasn't as if he wanted to, but his allergies and sensitive skin forced him indoors.}

But at this time, as a small child he was introduced to the world of numbers but also the world of trade and management. With only his father and him at home, his life revolved around the older man. He shadowed his father mainly as he went to meetings and his father kindly allowed him to stay inside the boardrooms as sellers from all over the world came in to negotiate prices and also bounce ideas off each other on how they could keep innovating the company. It was only so long that they could still sell the new cars without them getting boring. As he grew up, he noticed himself that instead of just absorbing all this new information, he began to give ideas and even asked questions on things his father may not have mentioned. Seeing the natural talent his son had, the owner of the company constantly taught his son the world of business, seeing him as a rightful heir to the business. Maybe he worked him too hard; but it wasn’t his fault. That was how his father and his father’s father and his father’s father’s father had been raised.

_{It was that constant pressure that broke him at first; he studied long hours, attended business for long hours and through that long day, he began to despise the world he was brought up in. And in this time, his relationship with his father was becoming more distant as he came home less and less with long periods of lost contact. And then one day he had never come back. Since they were not the richest, conscription got its hands on their family, sending his father to war where he lost his life in friendly fire. The shock destroyed him, no longer having that order and constant care that his father gave him left him defenseless to his negative thoughts. While those days when he told himself he couldn’t do it, there was his dad to tell him he could. But, now those thoughts grew out of proportion, enveloping him in a depression that he still has not overcome. Gerald could remember just sitting by his father's grave, weeping. He didn't feel like he could take over the business like his father wanted him to in his will and instead, ran away from that.}

_{Seeing how much of an effect this was having, to get over the loss and get him back in the mindset of him now being this heir indefinitely, he was sent to boarding school. He couldn’t cope well with the lack of supervision at first but that life of ‘do anything, be anything’ drew him more than the numbers. He had his first encounters there, became more rebellious, skipped lessons, smoked; he became known throughout the school for the wrong reasons. Not that it made him stop but instead he enjoyed that constant attention as a way to ignore those thoughts. If many voices telling him he could do it were there, then that lone voice in his head wouldn’t be as significant. But he did get caught up in some troubles in his third year after his mischievous and flirty ways got him into a certain situation when his friend’s travelled to the town and brought back girls. The scratches never healed up properly.}

_{And it didn’t stop there. His persuasive skills shifted from wooing others to selling the test cheatsheets, outside foods they bought when the older years went out and even more illicit items as his ‘friends’ travelled out into the gangs around his school. He lost sense of the importance of friends, using them just as a way to get ahead in life, make more money and accomplish his goal of running away from those responsibilities that were back at home. His counsellor had enough of his ways, thinking that he had gone too far where he signed him up for boxing. The thrill he found with the thoughts of being able to fight without getting in trouble drew him in but in the end, it was that friendship he had made that made made it so much more enjoyable. He had never thought his best friend would end up being so much younger than him. He enjoyed his time until it began to get a little awkward after puberty occurred in the younger male; taking it as his time to end their friendship. He didn’t want to contaminate them but also, he reached the end of his school time. //after being held back at least once// He began anew and the last year, he got his grades and a scholarship to a university in America.}

<sub>As with many, he set his sights on the prospering new world, taking his money, his knowledge on cars and business with him and buckled down for university, getting a bachelors in ---. His older brother took over the manufacture while he bought an old warehouse at the age of 24, shipping cars from his family’s business but also all the contacts his father had to import and export vehicles cheaper. In those 6 years, his trade grew and flourished in the new upcoming economy, not touching the inheritance he had back in England and Germany as he decided to live off his own money, be his own man. Live the way his father would’ve been proud to see. Eventually, he made enough money that he didn’t have to work every day, going to parties, indulging in life’s pleasures but like with schooling, he easily succumbed to the darkness and corruption surrounding the glitz and glamour of the 20s. After his wealth and livelihood was threatened after an incident, the male re-entered the world of darkness so that would never happen again.

He wasn't the greatest at ignoring temptations or challenges.</sub>

//he had no real childhood/only order in his life dies/ goes to rebellious phase/ joins bolts after trying to be good//

Gold Bolts
_{It all began after a long night at work after a shifty male came into his office, asking to buy a car. It was closing time at this moment but the thought of being able to charge a little extra due to it enticed him. He sold the car with the most space to the other and they both parted their own way like any of the previous deals he had made-- That was what he had thought until receiving an inconspicuous call and a crate for a person. Without any questioning, he accepted the job, getting even more money than he had assumed from the short call which he quickly spent. At first he only affiliated with the gang, wanting nothing to do with them other than the quick and painless operations smuggling guns in the cars he sold to certain buyers. This would've continued if it wasn't for a lawsuit that had been filed against him after a heated row caused him to be tried for manslaughter. He didn't think it was a strong hit at all and the thought that he could lose everything because of an issue he didn't even start annoyed him- irritated him. The other was out for his money and he knew that for sure. After being cleared, he entered deeper into the gang so he could get even more money, making his ex's life a misery since he forced them into bankruptcy. That was the first but definitely not his last.}