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Hi my name is Gregory "Greg Da Egg" Hirsh Roy and I was shaped misshapen like an egg when I was born (that's how I got my nickname) and I am very young and tall with short pitch black bangs that fall into my eyes and icy blue eyes like Ewan Roy (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm related to Ewan Roy but I wish I wasn't because he's a major fucking uglie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are str8 and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also an executive assistant to Tom Wambsgans (you will hear abt HIM later) at famous company Waystar Royco and want to be well paid (65k per year). Because im broke rn. I used to be a theme park mascot (in case you couldn't tell) but I wear suits now. I love Ralph Lauren and I buy all of my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black Ralph Lauren suit with grey stripes and a white collared shirt, black slacks, and a red tie. I had on Frédéric Malle's Geranium Pour Monsieur cologne and Burts Bee's Chapstick and NYX Auto Eyebrow pencil, with Loreal mascara on my lucious long eyelashes (even though I don't need it because mine are naturally dark). I was walking outside Waystar. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was happy about. A lot of protestors stared at me. I put up my hand to wave at them then decided that was weird.
"Hey Greggggg," exclamimated a voice. I looked up. It was… Tom Wambsgans!!
"What's up Tom?" I asked shyly.
"Nothing…… you freak," he said shyly.
But then, I heard my cousins call me and I had to go away.