Post by Remi on Feb 23, 2008 9:50:10 GMT -5
[Align=center]' Andy Leigh Wells
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this life is more than ordinary.[/size]
in which we meet the player
AGE: 17
CONTACT INFORMATION: pms :]
OTHER CHARACTERS: None here :][/SIZE][/ul]
can't stop the gods from engineering.[/size]
in which we meet the character
NICKNAMES:
AGE: 19
BIRTHDAY: December 20th
OCCUPATION:
FLOOR: Third floor psych ward[/SIZE][/ul]
your image in the dictionary.[/size]
in which we meet the face of the character
EYES: Dark brown
HEIGHT: 5’2’’
WEIGHT: 107 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Small, slender
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS:
CLOTHING STYLE: Even though she is small, Andy prefers to wear clothes at least one or two sizes big for her. It’s a comfort thing and a habit thing. She likes her sleeves to come down over her thumbs and the ends of her pants to fall beneath her sneakers. She dresses for comfort, not style, always. Andy is never seen with out an extra extra large sweatshirt on, either. (Also a comfort thing.)
FACE CLAIM: Rachael Leigh Cook[/SIZE][/ul]
come back strong with fifty belly dancers.[/size]
in which we truly meet the character
DISLIKES: Obnoxious, loud, rude, or mean people; hot weather, public speaking, having to be extroverted, change/having things change, herself mostly, more hatred of change
FEARS: Being hated, being ridiculed, rejection, failure, being alone forever, bees, the ocean
AMBITIONS: To eventually graduate (or at least start attending again) SU and become a professional photographer, to find someone accepting of her for who she is.
STRENGTHS: Extremely kind-hearted, empathetic, photography skills, writing skills, funny, witty, makes people laugh.
WEAKNESSES: Too kind (to the point of being a doormat), too reserved, easily upset, extremely insecure, introverted, no self-esteem, doubts herself in every way
OVERALL: Camera snapshot, Polaroid. At first glance it’s normal, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing special, something standard and typical. So we see Andy Leigh Wells, five foot two with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pretty face. At first glance she appears normal, standard, nothing special.
But zoom in, sharp focus. Andy Wells is one of the most gentle, kind-hearted souls you could possibly find. She's soft spoken and smiles a lot, even if she doesn't necessarily mean the smile. She's funny and loves to make people laugh, when she's not typing away on her laptop or taking pictures. But unfortunately Andy can't be just those good things. Her mother had ripped her self-esteem away from a young age, and things only got worse. She learned that being reserved and quiet kept her from being hurt or ridiculed, but it didn't matter because she still wasn't happy. She became introverted and lonely, sinking her further into her depression.
As her life progressed that happy smiling kid from elementary school grew into a sad, lonely middle-schooler, then a sad, lonely teen. She became a self-mutilator in high school, the worst time for her. Andy rarely looks a person in the eyes, especially when talking to them. She uses her humor and wit as a defense mechanism, deflecting her problems or minimizing them with jokes. Andy smiles almost all the time, though. It's not that her outlook on life is bright, but it's just a default, to let people think she's ok. Andy tends to take on other people's problems as her own, and becomes empathetic to the point where it becomes harmful to her. She's would be an amazing friend, but she doesn't feel it. She has no faith in herself, nor her photography abilities, nor her writing ability (though she is quite good at both). She lives wearing glasses opposite that of rose-colored. She sees herself as a loser, good for nothing, good at nothing. Andy is terrified of being rejected or ridiculed by people, which led to such a big break down in her first semester of college.
Andy is also a lesbian. Which she doesn't mind. But she knows other people will mind. And person she might be able to call her friend, she fears, would be scared away. She knows her mother would be repulsed and angered, and even though her mother treats her badly, she still couldn't bear to feel like she was letting her down. Andy's seemingly bright and cheery demeanor can be quite deceptive, especially since she's been perfecting the technique for so long. But don't be fooled by her pretty smile and nonchalant manner, because deep down she's a shy, warm-hearted, yet sad person who just craves acceptance.[/SIZE][/ul]
east side love is living on the west end.[/size]
in which we meet the world around the character
PARENTS:
SIBLINGS:
OTHER -SIGNIFICANT- FAMILY:
PETS:
SOCIAL CLASS:
HISTORY: "Everything started out fine. In terms of my life, I mean. And then.. I don't know what happened. I don't know what I did wrong, or when. All I remember is my mother saying, "You, what the hell did you just do?" or "ANDY LEIGH, get the hell away from there", or my personal favorite, "Get the fuck out of here you little snot." Funny, but around that same time is when my dad started hanging around less. And less, and then not at all. Then what I know is how they were getting a divorce, and how the judge was saying I had to stay with my mom, 'cause dad was moving to Colorado and had no job or money or place to live. So I just kind of.. accepted it. But I realized I'd done something to make my mom hate me so much, and I figured it was the same thing that made my dad leave.
In middle school I didn't have many friends. They all just called me rich girl, and I guess they assumed I was stuck up or snooty. Though in reality we weren't that rich, and I wasn't snobby. But it didn't stop me from being slightly excluded. Mom treated me the same as always, that was normal. Dad never called.. so my mother said. But later I found out she just refused to let me talk to him. I'd always just thought he didn't want to. I started feeling really sad all the time.. but I didn't know anything about anything, I was just a kid. Finally high school started, and I was so excited. I thought things would be different, things would change. But they didn't. I made a few friends at school, which was good. And I started being in touch with my dad, since I was old enough to realize what was happening. That's also when I got interested in my passion, photography. I was never good at it, and I'm still not, but I love it. But high school was also when mom started drinking, and she treated me worse than before. I was never good enough or smart enough. High school was also when I fully realized that I.. liked girls. And not just in a, hey, let's hang at the mall kind of way. In the, hey, you're hot let's make out, kind of way. That I liked girls and.. not guys. At all. I was ok with it, but I knew no one else would be, so I just kept my mouth shut. Then my junior year I started cutting. It helped.. a little. But I pushed farther away from the few friends I had, and before I knew it, it was graduation day, and I had no one to celebrate with.
But finally it was time for college. I had high hopes and a good outlook, for once. I was majoring in photography, even though I know I kind of suck. I figured, huge school, new people, no mom. Life could turn around, right? Wrong. Mom nearly went postal when she heard I wanted to move out. I mean, ballistic. So I stayed. Because even after everything, I love her. But my major wasn't good enough for her. So I had to pile on class after class of something confusing that I didn't want to take. Advanced Prob and Stat, Physics, Chemistry, and more. But I did it for her. The meeting new people thing didn't work out so well, either. Turns out all those backwards years in high school left me with poor meeting people skills. What, should I just be like, "Hi, I'm Andy Wells, campus lesbian and photo major?" I didn't think that would work too well. Class work starting piling up on me, mom pressed harder on me, and it got bad. I was having anxiety attacks, and major panic attacks, and chest pains. I was finally at my breaking point, so I turned to the only person I had: my bitch of a mother.
I had a meltdown. I told her everything I was feeling, my insecurities. And I came out to her. I still remember the first words out of her mouth. "Well, Andy, if you're feeling all those things, it's probably for a reason. Probably because you are all those things. And oh my God, what did you say? You're a lesbian? God, Andy. Could you be any more of a disappointment? That's disgusting.." And then I really lost it. I turned to my razor, something I hadn't done in awhile, and popped a bunch of pills. I wasn't trying to kill myself, really, just ease the anxiety and pain until I could get myself under control.
But apparently I was a bit too reckless, or so I'm told. My mother thought I tried to kill myself and called 911. I was out for a while. Apparently I was admitted to a hospital in Seattle for a day, and then my mother decided she'd had enough with her disappointing lesbian photographer daughter, and called my father. I was flown to Aspen Valley (my mom can afford it), a place my dad recommended. And that's how I came to be here, a loser who has to drop out of college, with a little blue fish my dad brought me as my only company.
Though everything has seemingly gone to shit, I actually feel a bit better. I'm away from my mother, with my dad, somewhere in colder weather, which I love, and I have a new pet. Other than missing my sweatshirts that dad hasn't brought me yet, I don't feel so bad about being here. And hey, from what I can tell, there are some pretty hot nurses.”[/SIZE][/ul]
this chapter's going to be a close one.[/size]
in which we deal with the rest
ANYTHING ELSE: Will have a better av. And a good sig soon, I promise. :3
RP SAMPLE:
Andy's eyes fluttered open slowly, and she was immediately disoriented. She was in a bed, that was the first thing she knew. The second thing she knew was that she did not have one of her sweatshirts on. She looked down, half panicked, but there were bandages over her right arm. At least no one would see. The third thing she knew, or noticed, rather, was how extremely bright it was in the room. Extremely bright, and white, as well, annoyingly so. It was with this realization that she took the time to look and figure out where she was and what happened, exactly.
"Mom, how can you say that? I'm your daughter. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Andy whispered, staring hard at the ground and determined not to cry. "Andy, darling, I only say what's true. And come on, a lesbian? Isn't that a little.."
"What, mom, a little what?"
"Well. Disgusting?" After that Andy had enough, and stormed up the stairs to her room, more hurt than angry. She flung open her nightstand drawer and pulled out the sharp silver object that lay within.
That and taking the pills was the last thing Andy remembered, and she wished she hadn't. It made a surge of chest pain flare up just thinking about it. But she became distracted from her emotional pain by her physical pain. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling tight and raw. Probably from having a tube down it, she figured, as she now surmised that this was indeed a hospital. She was upset by the lack of people in her room. There was no mother, no father. Only a little blue beta fish in a bowl by her bed. This brought up a whole new swell of questions, like how long had she been out? Where was her family, any family, or even a doctor?
At this point, Andy did not realize that she was in Aspen, Colorado. She didn't really have a reason to think she was anywhere but a nondescript Seattle hospital. A dry cough escaped her throat, and she looked to the table beside her, where there was no water at all. Her head her and her stomach hurt and this was starting to make her nervous. Andy swallowed again, and weakly reached out for the cord on the little table containing no water, and clicked down the button that would hopefully summon a nurse.
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[/align]
this life is more than ordinary.[/size]
in which we meet the player
AGE: 17
CONTACT INFORMATION: pms :]
OTHER CHARACTERS: None here :][/SIZE][/ul]
can't stop the gods from engineering.[/size]
in which we meet the character
NICKNAMES:
AGE: 19
BIRTHDAY: December 20th
OCCUPATION:
- Was: Full time student at Seattle University, majoring in photography.
- Now: Patient at Aspen Valley Hospital
FLOOR: Third floor psych ward[/SIZE][/ul]
your image in the dictionary.[/size]
in which we meet the face of the character
EYES: Dark brown
HEIGHT: 5’2’’
WEIGHT: 107 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Small, slender
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS:
CLOTHING STYLE: Even though she is small, Andy prefers to wear clothes at least one or two sizes big for her. It’s a comfort thing and a habit thing. She likes her sleeves to come down over her thumbs and the ends of her pants to fall beneath her sneakers. She dresses for comfort, not style, always. Andy is never seen with out an extra extra large sweatshirt on, either. (Also a comfort thing.)
FACE CLAIM: Rachael Leigh Cook[/SIZE][/ul]
come back strong with fifty belly dancers.[/size]
in which we truly meet the character
DISLIKES: Obnoxious, loud, rude, or mean people; hot weather, public speaking, having to be extroverted, change/having things change, herself mostly, more hatred of change
FEARS: Being hated, being ridiculed, rejection, failure, being alone forever, bees, the ocean
AMBITIONS: To eventually graduate (or at least start attending again) SU and become a professional photographer, to find someone accepting of her for who she is.
STRENGTHS: Extremely kind-hearted, empathetic, photography skills, writing skills, funny, witty, makes people laugh.
WEAKNESSES: Too kind (to the point of being a doormat), too reserved, easily upset, extremely insecure, introverted, no self-esteem, doubts herself in every way
OVERALL: Camera snapshot, Polaroid. At first glance it’s normal, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing special, something standard and typical. So we see Andy Leigh Wells, five foot two with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pretty face. At first glance she appears normal, standard, nothing special.
But zoom in, sharp focus. Andy Wells is one of the most gentle, kind-hearted souls you could possibly find. She's soft spoken and smiles a lot, even if she doesn't necessarily mean the smile. She's funny and loves to make people laugh, when she's not typing away on her laptop or taking pictures. But unfortunately Andy can't be just those good things. Her mother had ripped her self-esteem away from a young age, and things only got worse. She learned that being reserved and quiet kept her from being hurt or ridiculed, but it didn't matter because she still wasn't happy. She became introverted and lonely, sinking her further into her depression.
As her life progressed that happy smiling kid from elementary school grew into a sad, lonely middle-schooler, then a sad, lonely teen. She became a self-mutilator in high school, the worst time for her. Andy rarely looks a person in the eyes, especially when talking to them. She uses her humor and wit as a defense mechanism, deflecting her problems or minimizing them with jokes. Andy smiles almost all the time, though. It's not that her outlook on life is bright, but it's just a default, to let people think she's ok. Andy tends to take on other people's problems as her own, and becomes empathetic to the point where it becomes harmful to her. She's would be an amazing friend, but she doesn't feel it. She has no faith in herself, nor her photography abilities, nor her writing ability (though she is quite good at both). She lives wearing glasses opposite that of rose-colored. She sees herself as a loser, good for nothing, good at nothing. Andy is terrified of being rejected or ridiculed by people, which led to such a big break down in her first semester of college.
Andy is also a lesbian. Which she doesn't mind. But she knows other people will mind. And person she might be able to call her friend, she fears, would be scared away. She knows her mother would be repulsed and angered, and even though her mother treats her badly, she still couldn't bear to feel like she was letting her down. Andy's seemingly bright and cheery demeanor can be quite deceptive, especially since she's been perfecting the technique for so long. But don't be fooled by her pretty smile and nonchalant manner, because deep down she's a shy, warm-hearted, yet sad person who just craves acceptance.[/SIZE][/ul]
east side love is living on the west end.[/size]
in which we meet the world around the character
PARENTS:
- Divorced
- Elaine McKinely
- Lives: Seattle, Washington
- Forty years old
- Prosecuting attorney
- Edward Wells
- Lives: Near Aspen, Colorado
- Thirty-nine years old
- Owns his own small sporting goods (mostly winter activities) store outside of Aspen.
- Elaine McKinely
SIBLINGS:
- None
OTHER -SIGNIFICANT- FAMILY:
- Uncle, her father's brother: Anthony Wells. The cool uncle who lets you do stuff you aren't supposed to. He was always nice to Andy when he was around, and she never forgot it.
PETS:
- Indie, (after Indiana Jones) her adorable little Boston Terrier back at home.
- Zen, a little blue beta fish in her hospital room that she chatters to way too much
SOCIAL CLASS:
- Mother
- Upper class, moderately wealthy, but no millionaire living in a mansion
- Father
- Average middle class, does ok at his store, has a cozy little house big enough for himself and Andy.
HISTORY: "Everything started out fine. In terms of my life, I mean. And then.. I don't know what happened. I don't know what I did wrong, or when. All I remember is my mother saying, "You, what the hell did you just do?" or "ANDY LEIGH, get the hell away from there", or my personal favorite, "Get the fuck out of here you little snot." Funny, but around that same time is when my dad started hanging around less. And less, and then not at all. Then what I know is how they were getting a divorce, and how the judge was saying I had to stay with my mom, 'cause dad was moving to Colorado and had no job or money or place to live. So I just kind of.. accepted it. But I realized I'd done something to make my mom hate me so much, and I figured it was the same thing that made my dad leave.
In middle school I didn't have many friends. They all just called me rich girl, and I guess they assumed I was stuck up or snooty. Though in reality we weren't that rich, and I wasn't snobby. But it didn't stop me from being slightly excluded. Mom treated me the same as always, that was normal. Dad never called.. so my mother said. But later I found out she just refused to let me talk to him. I'd always just thought he didn't want to. I started feeling really sad all the time.. but I didn't know anything about anything, I was just a kid. Finally high school started, and I was so excited. I thought things would be different, things would change. But they didn't. I made a few friends at school, which was good. And I started being in touch with my dad, since I was old enough to realize what was happening. That's also when I got interested in my passion, photography. I was never good at it, and I'm still not, but I love it. But high school was also when mom started drinking, and she treated me worse than before. I was never good enough or smart enough. High school was also when I fully realized that I.. liked girls. And not just in a, hey, let's hang at the mall kind of way. In the, hey, you're hot let's make out, kind of way. That I liked girls and.. not guys. At all. I was ok with it, but I knew no one else would be, so I just kept my mouth shut. Then my junior year I started cutting. It helped.. a little. But I pushed farther away from the few friends I had, and before I knew it, it was graduation day, and I had no one to celebrate with.
But finally it was time for college. I had high hopes and a good outlook, for once. I was majoring in photography, even though I know I kind of suck. I figured, huge school, new people, no mom. Life could turn around, right? Wrong. Mom nearly went postal when she heard I wanted to move out. I mean, ballistic. So I stayed. Because even after everything, I love her. But my major wasn't good enough for her. So I had to pile on class after class of something confusing that I didn't want to take. Advanced Prob and Stat, Physics, Chemistry, and more. But I did it for her. The meeting new people thing didn't work out so well, either. Turns out all those backwards years in high school left me with poor meeting people skills. What, should I just be like, "Hi, I'm Andy Wells, campus lesbian and photo major?" I didn't think that would work too well. Class work starting piling up on me, mom pressed harder on me, and it got bad. I was having anxiety attacks, and major panic attacks, and chest pains. I was finally at my breaking point, so I turned to the only person I had: my bitch of a mother.
I had a meltdown. I told her everything I was feeling, my insecurities. And I came out to her. I still remember the first words out of her mouth. "Well, Andy, if you're feeling all those things, it's probably for a reason. Probably because you are all those things. And oh my God, what did you say? You're a lesbian? God, Andy. Could you be any more of a disappointment? That's disgusting.." And then I really lost it. I turned to my razor, something I hadn't done in awhile, and popped a bunch of pills. I wasn't trying to kill myself, really, just ease the anxiety and pain until I could get myself under control.
But apparently I was a bit too reckless, or so I'm told. My mother thought I tried to kill myself and called 911. I was out for a while. Apparently I was admitted to a hospital in Seattle for a day, and then my mother decided she'd had enough with her disappointing lesbian photographer daughter, and called my father. I was flown to Aspen Valley (my mom can afford it), a place my dad recommended. And that's how I came to be here, a loser who has to drop out of college, with a little blue fish my dad brought me as my only company.
Though everything has seemingly gone to shit, I actually feel a bit better. I'm away from my mother, with my dad, somewhere in colder weather, which I love, and I have a new pet. Other than missing my sweatshirts that dad hasn't brought me yet, I don't feel so bad about being here. And hey, from what I can tell, there are some pretty hot nurses.”[/SIZE][/ul]
this chapter's going to be a close one.[/size]
in which we deal with the rest
ANYTHING ELSE: Will have a better av. And a good sig soon, I promise. :3
RP SAMPLE:
Andy's eyes fluttered open slowly, and she was immediately disoriented. She was in a bed, that was the first thing she knew. The second thing she knew was that she did not have one of her sweatshirts on. She looked down, half panicked, but there were bandages over her right arm. At least no one would see. The third thing she knew, or noticed, rather, was how extremely bright it was in the room. Extremely bright, and white, as well, annoyingly so. It was with this realization that she took the time to look and figure out where she was and what happened, exactly.
"Mom, how can you say that? I'm your daughter. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Andy whispered, staring hard at the ground and determined not to cry. "Andy, darling, I only say what's true. And come on, a lesbian? Isn't that a little.."
"What, mom, a little what?"
"Well. Disgusting?" After that Andy had enough, and stormed up the stairs to her room, more hurt than angry. She flung open her nightstand drawer and pulled out the sharp silver object that lay within.
That and taking the pills was the last thing Andy remembered, and she wished she hadn't. It made a surge of chest pain flare up just thinking about it. But she became distracted from her emotional pain by her physical pain. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling tight and raw. Probably from having a tube down it, she figured, as she now surmised that this was indeed a hospital. She was upset by the lack of people in her room. There was no mother, no father. Only a little blue beta fish in a bowl by her bed. This brought up a whole new swell of questions, like how long had she been out? Where was her family, any family, or even a doctor?
At this point, Andy did not realize that she was in Aspen, Colorado. She didn't really have a reason to think she was anywhere but a nondescript Seattle hospital. A dry cough escaped her throat, and she looked to the table beside her, where there was no water at all. Her head her and her stomach hurt and this was starting to make her nervous. Andy swallowed again, and weakly reached out for the cord on the little table containing no water, and clicked down the button that would hopefully summon a nurse.
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