Post by andrew barret on Jul 6, 2009 17:27:43 GMT 10
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awkward loyal witty
Name:Andrew Barret
Nickname(s): Drew or Andy
Degree:Medicine
Major: Paediatric
Minor:Education
Age:Twenty-one
Grade: Junior
Birthdate:January 21st
Orientation:Heterosexual
Location: Cottage Grove, Minnesota
`Appearance !
The thing people usually notice about Andrew is… wait, scratch that. People don’t actually notice him. He’s not a guy who stands out, but more the kind of person who blends in. With his 5’9 ft. he’s pretty average in height, and he is neither overweight nor skinny. He jogs almost every single morning to keep in shape, and it has given him a rather well-trained body, but nowhere near a bodybuilder’s body. His legs are strong though and toned. His upper body is nowhere near as trained as his legs, but he does not have manboobs! Lately he has been loosing some weight because he lives off cup noodles and sometimes just can’t afford food at all.
His face is long and thin and he has high cheekbones. Andrew has a somehow long nose that fits his face nicely and which is a bit broader on the middle, because he broke it when he was playing baseball in his freshmen year of high school. His eyes are brown and his hair is curly and dark. It is a bit longer on the top than in the sites and his bangs are also short. When he smiles he gets dimples, especially when he smiles wryly or awkwardly.
Andrew doesn’t care much about what he is wearing and most of the time he will just put on whatever looks or smells cleaner. Usually it’s a t-shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers – pretty much like any average 20-something-year-old. I hate to use the word ‘normal’, but it is actually the best way to describe Andrew. At least that’s what he thinks of himself. He doesn’t consider himself hot, cute or ugly. Just plain normal. size]
The thing people usually notice about Andrew is… wait, scratch that. People don’t actually notice him. He’s not a guy who stands out, but more the kind of person who blends in. With his 5’9 ft. he’s pretty average in height, and he is neither overweight nor skinny. He jogs almost every single morning to keep in shape, and it has given him a rather well-trained body, but nowhere near a bodybuilder’s body. His legs are strong though and toned. His upper body is nowhere near as trained as his legs, but he does not have manboobs! Lately he has been loosing some weight because he lives off cup noodles and sometimes just can’t afford food at all.
His face is long and thin and he has high cheekbones. Andrew has a somehow long nose that fits his face nicely and which is a bit broader on the middle, because he broke it when he was playing baseball in his freshmen year of high school. His eyes are brown and his hair is curly and dark. It is a bit longer on the top than in the sites and his bangs are also short. When he smiles he gets dimples, especially when he smiles wryly or awkwardly.
Andrew doesn’t care much about what he is wearing and most of the time he will just put on whatever looks or smells cleaner. Usually it’s a t-shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers – pretty much like any average 20-something-year-old. I hate to use the word ‘normal’, but it is actually the best way to describe Andrew. At least that’s what he thinks of himself. He doesn’t consider himself hot, cute or ugly. Just plain normal. size]
Best Feature: “Probably… I don’t know… Why would you ask a guy such a question? Hmm, I guess I have nice legs since I jog almost every morning…”
Worst Feature: “Everything else than my legs very much? I guess my hair is messy. I also have a small forehead.” [/size]
`Personality !
Awkward
The best word to describe Andrew is probably awkward. At least when he’s around people who he doesn’t know very well or people, who makes him uncomfortable, such as the more popular crowds. Definitely not a people’s person, he always manage to put himself in awkward situations, when he becomes insecure, which happens quite often. Once he’s around people who he considers ‘above him’, which is basically everyone, it’s like his brain stops working and he’ll say the weirdest stuff or do something random to try and get himself out of whatever situation he is in. The way he stutters, the way he can never look anyone in the eye may not make him ideal boyfriend material, but more of a friend, which is perfectly fine with him. Drew’s completely inept as far as girls goes; even though he can make friends with girls if he wants to, he always freezes up when it comes to telling a girl that he likes her. Girls have given up on him, so he’s given up on girls.
Loyal
He’s a loyal friend. Once someone’s befriended Drew, he or she has a friend for life. He’d never leave a friend alone when they needed help, and he’s an excellent listener. Surprisingly, he’s good at offering advice as well. Andrew gives everything he does all his heart, and doesn’t do much of anything half-assed. If someone’s having problems, he isn’t afraid to listen to that someone, maybe interrupting with a helpful word every now and then. He’s someone that can be trusted—he wouldn’t go around telling someone’s secrets. He likes the feeling of being trusted, and wouldn’t want to do anything to lose it. His friends are the most important part of his life, since he has so few of them, and he’d do anything for them. It’s so hard for him to make new friends, so he tries to keep the ones that he does have. Andrew doesn’t necessarily mind being alone, but there are just some times where you need friends.
Witty
Ironically, Andrew’s best qualities only come out when he’s around people. When he does decide to speak up, he’s quite witty, in a calm type of way. He is a fan of sarcasm and he’s got a wry sense of humor when he wants to show it. He’d never insult someone for any reason, even an enemy. He can always find something nice to say about anyone. The typical best friend figure, he’s always there for his friends without a complaint. He’s polite to anyone and everyone, no matter what they say to him. Enough to make any parent proud, right? There’s just one problem with his politeness. He absolutely refuses to stand up for himself. People can walk all over him like a doormat and he won’t care at all.
Awkward
The best word to describe Andrew is probably awkward. At least when he’s around people who he doesn’t know very well or people, who makes him uncomfortable, such as the more popular crowds. Definitely not a people’s person, he always manage to put himself in awkward situations, when he becomes insecure, which happens quite often. Once he’s around people who he considers ‘above him’, which is basically everyone, it’s like his brain stops working and he’ll say the weirdest stuff or do something random to try and get himself out of whatever situation he is in. The way he stutters, the way he can never look anyone in the eye may not make him ideal boyfriend material, but more of a friend, which is perfectly fine with him. Drew’s completely inept as far as girls goes; even though he can make friends with girls if he wants to, he always freezes up when it comes to telling a girl that he likes her. Girls have given up on him, so he’s given up on girls.
Loyal
He’s a loyal friend. Once someone’s befriended Drew, he or she has a friend for life. He’d never leave a friend alone when they needed help, and he’s an excellent listener. Surprisingly, he’s good at offering advice as well. Andrew gives everything he does all his heart, and doesn’t do much of anything half-assed. If someone’s having problems, he isn’t afraid to listen to that someone, maybe interrupting with a helpful word every now and then. He’s someone that can be trusted—he wouldn’t go around telling someone’s secrets. He likes the feeling of being trusted, and wouldn’t want to do anything to lose it. His friends are the most important part of his life, since he has so few of them, and he’d do anything for them. It’s so hard for him to make new friends, so he tries to keep the ones that he does have. Andrew doesn’t necessarily mind being alone, but there are just some times where you need friends.
Witty
Ironically, Andrew’s best qualities only come out when he’s around people. When he does decide to speak up, he’s quite witty, in a calm type of way. He is a fan of sarcasm and he’s got a wry sense of humor when he wants to show it. He’d never insult someone for any reason, even an enemy. He can always find something nice to say about anyone. The typical best friend figure, he’s always there for his friends without a complaint. He’s polite to anyone and everyone, no matter what they say to him. Enough to make any parent proud, right? There’s just one problem with his politeness. He absolutely refuses to stand up for himself. People can walk all over him like a doormat and he won’t care at all.
Likes:[/b
+His friends
+His family
+Ella Torres
+Photography
+Old movies
+Jogging
+Video games
+The Beatles
+Klondike bars
+To collect and remember random facts
Dislikes:
+Cup noodles
+Commercials
+Blue food
+Big crowds
+Really loud, arrogant people
+Summer – it’s too hot
+Birds
+Dancing
Positive Traits:
Open-minded
Andrew has never judged anyone, not even after getting to know them. He is very open-minded towards other people and their way of living life. While he might not always agree with everyone or like whatever some people do, he is not going to try and change them or tell them what they’re doing is wrong.
Laid-back
He’s not the kind of guy who gets all worked up about tiny details and small misunderstandings. The only time he really worries about details is after speaking to Ella Torres. Then he can spent hours on analyzing every single word she has said to him.
Best intentions
Andrew would never hurt someone on purpose. Not even his enemies. While things do not always turn out the way he wants them to, he always have the best intentions.
Negative Traits:
Curious
Whether curiosity is a negative or positive trait can be discussed, but in this case I’m going to list it as negative, since all Andrew’s curiosity seems to cause is trouble. He simply can’t let something go if it has caught his attention, which usually gets him into some kind of situation which he cannot handle well.
Unorganized
Andrew is the kind of guy who never knows where he left his papers or if the clothes he is wearing is actually clean. His socks are never the same colour and his room is a mess just like his notes from classes and well, everything else in his life.
Indecisive
Even though Drew would like to be independent, he has always secretly wishes that other people could make his decisions for him. He can spent hours on thinking about doing something or discussing something with his friends and it seems as if he can never really make up his mind whether to do one thing or another.
Greatest Ambition:
First of all, Drew wants to finish his education and lose his virginity. Secondly, he would like to be a paediatrician and be able to make a living from that, find someone to love, who will also love him back and then probably get some kids. But he tends to change his plans a lot.
Greatest Fear:
Except dying alone, war, hunger and everything else that most people fear, Andrew is afraid of:
+Losing his friends
+Telling Ella Torres how he feels about her
+Public speaking [/size]
`History !
Andrew Barret was born on January 21stin Cottage Grove, Minnesota to Eric and Arianna Barret. His father is a High School teacher and his mother is a nurse, so he is from a middle class family. Three girls were born before him; Allison (the smart and boring one, 28), Beth (the blonde, 25) and Edith (the rebel, 23), and they didn’t always make his life easy. They would dress him up as a girl and actually treat him like their doll. It wasn’t until he started in kindergarten that he got to play with other boys and it wasn’t easy for him to adjust to the more rough way of playing. He was less tough and also smaller than the other boys and his parents decided to put him in school a year later than he was supposed to, because of it.
His years in elementary school were pretty uneventful. He was a smart kid, did his homework and rarely got into serious trouble. He made enemies, had crushes and good friends, who he still keeps in touch with. His parents cared for him a lot, but he was an easy child compared to his older sisters and was therefore often overlooked, because the girls demanded a lot of their parents’ attention.
Life continued that way in High School. He kept his circle of friends small, but close and other people… well, other people basically didn’t know that he even existed. His grades were good enough to get him a couple of scholarships and he was really happy when he got accepted into Seattle Bay University. Edith, his older sister, also studied music there, but she dropped out when she got pregnant. Andrew’s major is medicine. As a kid he often went to the hospital with his mother and that’s how he got an interest in medicine. The first two years in Washington he lived on campus, but he has recently moved into an apartment with his best friend Lachlan. He works as a bartender in his spare time to be able to pay for school and his apartment, but he sleeps on an air mattress and eats nothing but cup-noodles, oatmeal and water, because he can’t afford anything else. He’s also an excellent photographer and sometimes other students pay him to take photos of them to their portfolios, resumes or whatever they need photos for.
Andrew Barret was born on January 21stin Cottage Grove, Minnesota to Eric and Arianna Barret. His father is a High School teacher and his mother is a nurse, so he is from a middle class family. Three girls were born before him; Allison (the smart and boring one, 28), Beth (the blonde, 25) and Edith (the rebel, 23), and they didn’t always make his life easy. They would dress him up as a girl and actually treat him like their doll. It wasn’t until he started in kindergarten that he got to play with other boys and it wasn’t easy for him to adjust to the more rough way of playing. He was less tough and also smaller than the other boys and his parents decided to put him in school a year later than he was supposed to, because of it.
His years in elementary school were pretty uneventful. He was a smart kid, did his homework and rarely got into serious trouble. He made enemies, had crushes and good friends, who he still keeps in touch with. His parents cared for him a lot, but he was an easy child compared to his older sisters and was therefore often overlooked, because the girls demanded a lot of their parents’ attention.
Life continued that way in High School. He kept his circle of friends small, but close and other people… well, other people basically didn’t know that he even existed. His grades were good enough to get him a couple of scholarships and he was really happy when he got accepted into Seattle Bay University. Edith, his older sister, also studied music there, but she dropped out when she got pregnant. Andrew’s major is medicine. As a kid he often went to the hospital with his mother and that’s how he got an interest in medicine. The first two years in Washington he lived on campus, but he has recently moved into an apartment with his best friend Lachlan. He works as a bartender in his spare time to be able to pay for school and his apartment, but he sleeps on an air mattress and eats nothing but cup-noodles, oatmeal and water, because he can’t afford anything else. He’s also an excellent photographer and sometimes other students pay him to take photos of them to their portfolios, resumes or whatever they need photos for.
Best Memory: Andrew is close with his family and especially his youngest older sister, Edith. He has several good memories from his childhood, especially during holidays when everyone in his family got together. But his best memory is probably when his sister gave birth to his first nephew, Lucas three years ago. Andrew is very close to his nephew and whenever Edith has been fighting with her husband (who she married when she was 18, because she got pregnant.), Lucas and she always stays at his apartment.
Worst Memory: His worst memory is probably the first time he had a big crush on a girl. He was only 10 and she was basically the most gorgeous girl in the universe (According to Andrew). He gave her flowers and such. In the beginning she told him that she liked him too, but it turned out that she was just making fun of him and laughing at him behind his back. Which he found out in the middle of the playground surrounded by his class mates, who laughed at him and afterwards teased him for months. He never quite got over it and haven't been happy about making a move on a girl ever since.
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`Writing Skill !
It should probably have made Alexia get even more scared and nervous than she already was when Jerome walked up to her, so close that he could feel his breath on her face. It was thick and warm and it made her want to throw up. Minutes ago she would have expected herself to get even more frightened, because recently she just hadn’t been herself and therefore had started to expect the unexpected expected.
The first time she had done something completely out of character was when she had kissed Sulie for the first time. It made her feel sick when she thought back upon it now. After that afternoon she had lost control several times of situations that she surprisingly had put herself in. It hadn’t been like that before. She used to be in control of not only herself but also everything around her. She had been calculating, always prepared for the worst and always sure how to react in any kind of situation. Usually it was because she even decided what the situation was and therefore she could be completely in control – calm and collected, Alexia. That was how she had been.
The last year she had done so many things that she would never have expected herself to do and sometimes she felt as if she didn’t even know who she was anymore. She had been more vulnerable, confused and upset since she had met Sulie. Never had she in a million years though that she was able to feel so many different things. She had changed. She became normal. An average human being, who got scared and nervous. Now she was disgusted with herself. Off course she had always known what kind of trouble the affair could put her in. She had analyzed everything just like she always did – but she hadn’t done anything. Instead she had just been sitting there, watching helplessly as her world fell apart. Not even an average person would do that.
But now it seemed as if she was finally returning to her old self. Not only had she put the whole thing with Sulie behind her, but she had also been able to move on. She had Gavin now and this time it was different. This time it was right. And it was that thought that made it possible for her to get some sense of her old self back. That and then the look in Jerome’s eyes. Hate and anger. She could feel it and she knew that he was just like everyone else. He was one of the reasons why her father and her best friends, her family, was a part of the White Hands. To protect themselves and everyone else from people like Jerome, who didn’t know what it meant to be a human being. From people like Sulie, who wouldn’t know what sympathy or love was even if it hit him right between his brown eyes. Psychopaths that were what they were. Every single one of them. Why did she ever doubt that she would be able to kill him?
A cold laughter left her lips, it filled the air around them and left behind an almost suffocating feeling. The muscles in her jaw tightened as she raised her head, looking up at Jerome who was much taller than her. She leaned forward, so close that her lips almost touched his dark skin as her right hand quietly searched for the gun on her back. When she felt the cold steal in her hand, she finally spoke ”Then I guess, I’ll just have to make sure that you don’t survive this” A split second later she had the gun out and placed by his neck where her lips had been just before. Her finger was on the trigger so she would be ready to shoot if he as much as said something she didn’t like. ”Don’t try anything,” she took a small step back as she looked at him straight in the eye to assure him she was not kidding this time. ”or I swear to fucking God” On the last bit she intimated his uneven voice and throwing some kind of cliché hand sign with her right hand like she had seen black men do in movies. ”I’ll shoot,” There was no doubt in her voice whatsoever, just an almost sickening sweet smile on her lips as if she enjoyed the entire thing.
Surprisingly, Alexia did enjoy it. Just a minute ago she had been terrified of how things would work out. Her heart had been beating faster and harder than ever before. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it was as if the control she lost when she first kissed Sulie had been given back to her now when she stood there, ready to shoot. Funny how things work out. She was turning into a person who she knew very well. She was turning into herself again. And it felt good. ”Now let me teach you some manners,” She said as she slowly walked around him ”You’ll say: I’m sorry, Miss Cromwell, and let go of the tape,” Letting the end of the gun run around his neck as she walked around him until she stood behind him. Taking a small step back she held the gun out in a stretched arm, and lifted her foot to kick him as hard as she could right beneath his left knee, hoping that it would make him fall over and onto the ground. A shooting pain went through her leg as her foot hit him and spread in her entire body, but her face stayed in the same emotionless and cold mask. It was time for her to get her revenge.
[/size][/center]It should probably have made Alexia get even more scared and nervous than she already was when Jerome walked up to her, so close that he could feel his breath on her face. It was thick and warm and it made her want to throw up. Minutes ago she would have expected herself to get even more frightened, because recently she just hadn’t been herself and therefore had started to expect the unexpected expected.
The first time she had done something completely out of character was when she had kissed Sulie for the first time. It made her feel sick when she thought back upon it now. After that afternoon she had lost control several times of situations that she surprisingly had put herself in. It hadn’t been like that before. She used to be in control of not only herself but also everything around her. She had been calculating, always prepared for the worst and always sure how to react in any kind of situation. Usually it was because she even decided what the situation was and therefore she could be completely in control – calm and collected, Alexia. That was how she had been.
The last year she had done so many things that she would never have expected herself to do and sometimes she felt as if she didn’t even know who she was anymore. She had been more vulnerable, confused and upset since she had met Sulie. Never had she in a million years though that she was able to feel so many different things. She had changed. She became normal. An average human being, who got scared and nervous. Now she was disgusted with herself. Off course she had always known what kind of trouble the affair could put her in. She had analyzed everything just like she always did – but she hadn’t done anything. Instead she had just been sitting there, watching helplessly as her world fell apart. Not even an average person would do that.
But now it seemed as if she was finally returning to her old self. Not only had she put the whole thing with Sulie behind her, but she had also been able to move on. She had Gavin now and this time it was different. This time it was right. And it was that thought that made it possible for her to get some sense of her old self back. That and then the look in Jerome’s eyes. Hate and anger. She could feel it and she knew that he was just like everyone else. He was one of the reasons why her father and her best friends, her family, was a part of the White Hands. To protect themselves and everyone else from people like Jerome, who didn’t know what it meant to be a human being. From people like Sulie, who wouldn’t know what sympathy or love was even if it hit him right between his brown eyes. Psychopaths that were what they were. Every single one of them. Why did she ever doubt that she would be able to kill him?
A cold laughter left her lips, it filled the air around them and left behind an almost suffocating feeling. The muscles in her jaw tightened as she raised her head, looking up at Jerome who was much taller than her. She leaned forward, so close that her lips almost touched his dark skin as her right hand quietly searched for the gun on her back. When she felt the cold steal in her hand, she finally spoke ”Then I guess, I’ll just have to make sure that you don’t survive this” A split second later she had the gun out and placed by his neck where her lips had been just before. Her finger was on the trigger so she would be ready to shoot if he as much as said something she didn’t like. ”Don’t try anything,” she took a small step back as she looked at him straight in the eye to assure him she was not kidding this time. ”or I swear to fucking God” On the last bit she intimated his uneven voice and throwing some kind of cliché hand sign with her right hand like she had seen black men do in movies. ”I’ll shoot,” There was no doubt in her voice whatsoever, just an almost sickening sweet smile on her lips as if she enjoyed the entire thing.
Surprisingly, Alexia did enjoy it. Just a minute ago she had been terrified of how things would work out. Her heart had been beating faster and harder than ever before. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it was as if the control she lost when she first kissed Sulie had been given back to her now when she stood there, ready to shoot. Funny how things work out. She was turning into a person who she knew very well. She was turning into herself again. And it felt good. ”Now let me teach you some manners,” She said as she slowly walked around him ”You’ll say: I’m sorry, Miss Cromwell, and let go of the tape,” Letting the end of the gun run around his neck as she walked around him until she stood behind him. Taking a small step back she held the gun out in a stretched arm, and lifted her foot to kick him as hard as she could right beneath his left knee, hoping that it would make him fall over and onto the ground. A shooting pain went through her leg as her foot hit him and spread in her entire body, but her face stayed in the same emotionless and cold mask. It was time for her to get her revenge.
`Behind The Character !
Name:Mette
Age: 20 years
Role-playing experience: 6 years with breaks
How you found us: I don’t remember.
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