Post by andrea boyle on May 7, 2011 9:01:41 GMT -5
NAME :: Andrea Emilie Boyle
AGE :: Technically twenty-three, though she stopped aging at seventeen
BIRTHDAY :: the twenty-first of October
RACE :: Vampyr
FACE CLAIM :: TMom (Taylor Momsen)
HEIGHT :: five feet, eight inches
WEIGHT :: one-hundred twenty-eight pounds
EYE COLOR :: blue
HAIR COLOR :: platinum blond
MARKINGS :: one mole in the center of her neck, beneath her chin
FATHER :: Albrecht Boyle, forty-nine, human
MOTHER :: Bettina Boyle, forty-eight, human
GUARDIAN :: Mopheus NeverGaveASurname, sixty, vampyr
SIBLING(S) :: none
OTHER RELATION(S) :: none
LIKES :: blood (duh), nightfall, grave plots, thunderstorms, the thrill of the hunt, the smell of fear, mead, thin wrists, gangly guys, torn clothing, excessive jewelry (particularly bracelets), dark colors, calligraphy, Kelpies
DISLIKES :: garlic, sunlight, lycanthropes (not just 'cause they stole the homeland of her people), the "mental disorder" that came with her transformation, Mondays, being confined during daylight hours, animal blood, sunrises, humidity, pants, beige, bright colors, the aftertaste of asparagus, animal dung
DEEPEST SECRET :: she misses Leo (yay for cliche lameness)
HABITS :: arranging objects in order of color/size/some other patter, counting objects that come in bunches (e.g., flowers and berries), laughing at inappropriate moments, rambling when she can't find the word she's looking for, gesticulating while speaking
FLAWS :: persnickety, quick-tempered, impulsive, sadistic (mostly toward lycans and humans, but there are a few exceptions), defensive
POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES :: cunning, resourceful, humorous, generally optimistic, photographic memory, picks up new things quickly
HISTORY :: Andy had the pleasure of growing up in a city ravaged by war. Wynth hadn't been a pleasant place to begin with, what with all the random cliffs dropping fifty feet to certain death riddling the "streets" of Ballistar. In the beginning, though, it literally was a pleasure. Andy was too young to tell her parents were starving for the sake of keeping her fed. Too young to tell that gray hairs were springing up and wrinkles forming on their faces well before the allotted time due to lack of sleep and hours of hard labor.[/color] like some obsessed teenage fangirl. Granted she did have an escape -- her messenger bag filled to bursting with papers that she had yet to grade. That was her least favorite part of the whole "teaching" get-up -- the actual work it entailed. She picked an essay off the pile.
Every able-bodied human was dedicated to the war effort. The men were either thrown into the fray or forced to fashion weapons. The women were responsible for sewing chain mail into armor, tending to the sick and wounded removed from the front lines, or cooking meals for the off-duty soldiers. All citizens were heavily taxed to support the troops, but nobody truly knew where their money had gone as no system of government existed. There were no set leaders -- only new faces banging on the doors, asking for coins.
Yet Albrecht and Bettina found - no, made - time to care for Andy, tending to her when she cried and feeding and burping her at appropriate intervals. Then, as Andy grew older, she started to notice more. How her parents weren't around during most daylight hours to dissuade her from touching the cooking fire or drumming on the pottery (apparently, porcelain was both fragile and sharp). And as she grew even older, Bettina stopped dressing her in the mornings. Unaware that she had her own trunk of clothing, Andy would toss on whatever she found on the floor. Sometimes, the clothes would be her mother's, other times, her father's. They never fit, but she never cared.
Then her parents weren't around to cook her meals, so Andy taught herself to cook. It was a slow effort. In the first few months, she would rummage through the food stock kept in a small underground cellar (for refrigeration purposes) and eat anything that wasn't frozen. Memories of her mother bent over the fire came back to her, and Andy experimented, spearing meat on rotisserie sticks and cooking them over the fire. It took her a couple tries to get the rotation and timing just right, but eventually, she figured out to cook the meat all the way through without charring it.
Eventually, Any developed a thirst for the outside world. She longed to see what lay beyond the stone walls of her house. So, while her parents were at work, she ventured onto the streets. There, she discovered the harshness of the human race. Out on the streets, children and teenagers ran rampant, all but abandoned by their parents because of the war. The older youths preyed upon the younger ones. At the age of eight, you can guess which group Andy fell in with. Fortunately, a twelve-year-old lad named Leontas got to her before the teenagers could, taking her under his wing.
Leo taught her all the life skills her parents never did, like how to handle knives, how to hunt with a bow and arrow, how to set snares, how to climb the ropes connecting Ballistar's levels, how to pick-pocket and steal food, and most importantly, how to fight with her hands. Soon enough, she was scrambling over rooftops and climbing ropes like nobody's business. Her family never ran short of food, and her parents were so thankful they didn't starve that they didn't think to question how Andy procured it. Until the day an escort of soldiers dragged her home and threw her down on her own threshold, accusing her of theft.
This was the first year of forced peace, so the army thought the best punishment they could force upon Andy was to enlist her in the tournament. She would be competing against other contenders from Wynth for the opportunity to represent the humans. Of course, all the other contending champions volunteered. And just so happened to be males. One such contender was Leo.
A series of competitions ensued, spanning over three months and ending in mid-October. During each challenge, one contending champion was eliminated until there were two competitors left. Coincidentally, said two were Leo and Andy. Their strategy thus far had been cooperation -- working together to sabotage the other competitors and plug on to victory. The night before their final competition, Leo knocked on Andy's door. Her parents had long since gone to sleep, so Andy let him in. They sat adjacent to one another on the floor. Neither said a word. Then, they both spoke simultaneously, telling the other they would let them win. Stunned, they fell into silence again.
"You can't give this up, Andy," Leo said at last. "You deserve this. And the people need you."
"They don't need me," she insisted. "They need someone who'll win. Someone who can get us out of here."
Leo's eyebrow ticked. "So... you." He thought for a moment, then concluded, "You're going to win tomorrow. I've already decided." Then he stood and left.
The next day, they found out their challenge. They were to locate three golden apples hidden in various places throughout Death Valley. Leo put forth a tremendous amount of effort, spotting two of his apples within the first half hour. Andy took her sweet old time, purposely ignoring the hints of gold she saw peeking from cracks in the rocks and playing stupid. Then she caught the eye of a soldier in the crowd -- the very same man who'd thrown her down four months previous. He was giving this look that said if she didn't try, he would rip her head off. So Andy picked up one apple.
The rest of the challenge happened so quickly. Andy was meandering idly to the next hiding place when Leo tripped, falling into her and dropping his apples. To be polite, Andy picked them up for him, prepared to hand them off. Before she got the chance, Leo was on his feet, pointing. "She's got three apples!" he shouted to the crowd. They took up the chant, passing it on. News of this reached the general of the army, who relayed the rules. The first contender to obtain three apples was the victor. Andy had obtained three apples. A feast was held in her honor, which Leo did not attend.
Monday next, Andy's bags were packed and she was shipped off to her camp in Terrinth, where the first challenge of the tournament was to be held. Leo wasn't there to say to goodbye. In fact, he didn't show up until the night before the challenge. When he came, Andy barely had enough time to speak his name before his lips smashed into hers.
For that moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Then he pulled away, brushed Andy's bangs out of her eyes with his thumb, and whispered, "Don't die, kiddo."
With that, he was gone.
Look how well Andy followed his instructions.
She was faring well in the first challenge, holding her own in the three day race across Terrinth. There were checkpoints at which champions were required to stop, drink, eat, and take a flag. The first person to reach the finish line with all the flags would be the winner. Andy was on the final leg of the race. Only she, the mage, and the vampyr champion remained. She'd caught the lycan in one of her snares, and the mer had run into some difficulty when he tripped into a river and lost his legs. He was still technically in the competition, but he'd lost enough ground to longer be a threat.
Then the vampyr caught her and sank his fangs in her throat. There he was, drinking her blood to knock her out of the competition, and all Andy could think was she couldn't die. Leo ordered her not to. Vaguely recalling one of his lessons on vampyrs, and how, if you drank their blood, you'd be changed, rather than dead, Andy used the last bit of her strength to bit the vampyr's arm. She only got a mouthful of blood, but it was enough. She collapsed, unconscious, when the vampyr had drained her, but came to the following evening. Just in time to receive grave news.
One, she was a vampyr.
Two, she'd been disqualified from the challenge on the grounds that she was no longer human, and couldn't represent their race.
Three, Leo would be taking her place in subsequent challenges.
He got the humans to third place, the highest they've ever ranked, but Andy was furious. Her life, her home, her family, everything she knew had been taken from her. She went into seclusion, wandering the island on her own for the next six years. After all that time, she realized a crucial fact.
She was totally over it.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE ::Eve was proud of herself. Lesser women would have crumbled under the pressure of working in such an enclosed space near one of the most gorgeous human beings ever to grace the face of the planet. Not her. She was able to admit that yes, he was attractive, and once she'd done so, she could move on. She didn't have to sit there, thinking, He's hot he's hot he's hot he's hot he's hot he's hot,
My favorite recording artist is Andy Six. He's pretty much God. He's just amazing at everything he does. My three reasons for liking Andy Six are his sense of humor, his genuine passion for what he does, and his good looks.
Bile rose in her throat.
That's how utterly repulsive the essay was.
Pulling a red pen from her bag, she clicked it open, poised to assess.
Thorne thought that was the best time to interrupt her. The pen had literally just clicked when he spoke. He hadn't seen her before.
Oh really?[/color] Eve thought,That would explain why I haven't seen you either.[/color]
She'd always hated it when people stated the obvious. She'd heard a quote one time that stated "The obvious is something that remains hidden until someone points it out". Needless to say, she disagreed with that entirely. The obvious was something that everyone knew and everyone was thinking, but only one person was stupid enough to say it aloud under the assumption that it was only they who'd thought of it. As such, she could've ignored Thorne and thought nothing of it.
But if she did that, she might come across as rude.
Her conscience wouldn't let her get away with that.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm new."
Returning to her work, Eve reread the eyepuke that was the introductory paragraph of the essay before her. Tapping her pen against the corner of the corner of her mouth, she contemplated the best way to put, This introduction sucks; you are a horrible writer and you will go nowhere after high school, nicely. It came to her then, and she leaned over, pressing her pen to the paper to write--
BEEP.
The pen fell from her grasp as Eve jumped in her seat.
Turning, she fixed her gaze on the source of the horrendous noise.
Oh.
Just the coffeemaker.
Slouching forward, Eve attempted to hide the color rushing into her cheeks. Thorne was preoccupied crossing the room and seemed not to notice. He then busied himself with the task of pouring a cup of coffee, which kept him distracted long enough for Eve's blush to subside. By the time he turned to face her, it had completely dissipated.
Coffee was offered.
Eve was about to say, I'd love some, thank you, when Thorne walked away. Who did that, offered someone a drink and then left? She felt a flicker of annoyance at his behavior.
"What, you're not going to pour me a cup?" As Thorne took his seat, Eve decided to relax before she completely chewed him out. She kicked her feet up on the table, crossing her legs, careful to sit at an angle so Thorne wasn't staring up her skirt. "Chivalry is truly dead."[/quote][/blockquote]
ALIAS :: Robin
EXPERIENCE :: somewhere around two or three years.
CHARACTERS :: Melodius & Andy
HOW YOU FOUND US :: ADMIN referral </bejealous>
HOW ARE YOU DOING? TEAM ADMIN OWNS YOUR FACE <-- 10 THINGS REFERENCE.
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