01-18-2020, 06:35 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]× .- ANDREAS -or- ANDY ; open to other nicknames. Generally dislikes being called Andreas.
× .- Approximately 17 years old, turning 18 this year. Born March 10. The oldest of three, NPC.
× .- Heavily closeted gay. Feigns interest in women then tries to convince himself that it's real.
× .- Wanders, but lingers around his [NPC] family. No loyalties but has generally great morals.
× .- 6'1 but slouches, lean and lanky; dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.
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× .- Wears something that I haven't decided yet lol.
× .- Sarcastic and cool; sharp yet muffled anger and a ridiculous sense of humor. Quiet.
× .- Buried deep underneath layers of unaffected lightness and young adult bravado, there's an insecure and goofy prince charming waiting to be discovered — that's the dream, anyway. And Andreas is anything but a dream. To everyone that knows him, he's a bit of an asshole. Nothing horrible, at least not outright; he just chuckles and huffs laughter when his friends call the shy boy in their age group a princess and tell him to go pick out his dress for tomorrow. He only joins in on the discordant, primal chorus of hyena howls when one of his friends picks a fight. He's never the one throwing the punches. Does that absolve him of the blame?
He doesn't feel like it does, but that's nothing new. Andy carries blame like a schoolbag: it goes with him everywhere. He does homework on the bus ride home and picks through all his self-hatred, rifling through textbook pages of his sins to pick out the right answer. There's never a reason, just a number to memorize. Why did you do that? Why the hell not? Why not drink and be merry, why not let every vicious thought slip past his tongue, why not enjoy the misery he inspires? Why can't they be miserable with him?
But he can't inspire misery any more than he can let go of his own. Even at his worst, he's a lighthearted person. His laugh is featherweight and easy in a way that his thoughts will never be, and nobody quite sees that it's another version of himself slipping through the cracks of an unaffected veneer. His eyes leave a clear path to his heart whenever he can't hold back those brazenfaced snickers, expression scrunched and beaming. Andy doesn't quite know who he is, but he thinks he'd like to laugh.
× .- Approximately 17 years old, turning 18 this year. Born March 10. The oldest of three, NPC.
× .- Heavily closeted gay. Feigns interest in women then tries to convince himself that it's real.
× .- Wanders, but lingers around his [NPC] family. No loyalties but has generally great morals.
× .- 6'1 but slouches, lean and lanky; dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.
× .- Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Morbi suscipit, lacus et sollicitudin rhoncus, eros dui vestibulum dolor, at cursus justo ante non tortor. Maecenas ultrices accumsan leo, nec tincidunt velit tempus nec. Suspendisse sed ex ut dolor convallis varius ut nec enim. Nam laoreet velit sit amet consequat tincidunt. Duis accumsan sodales posuere. Sed at venenatis arcu, nec euismod erat. Morbi tortor tellus, pretium non dolor eu, congue suscipit ante. Etiam eget luctus tortor, eget dignissim arcu. Aliquam vitae erat eu metus.
× .- Wears something that I haven't decided yet lol.
× .- Sarcastic and cool; sharp yet muffled anger and a ridiculous sense of humor. Quiet.
× .- Buried deep underneath layers of unaffected lightness and young adult bravado, there's an insecure and goofy prince charming waiting to be discovered — that's the dream, anyway. And Andreas is anything but a dream. To everyone that knows him, he's a bit of an asshole. Nothing horrible, at least not outright; he just chuckles and huffs laughter when his friends call the shy boy in their age group a princess and tell him to go pick out his dress for tomorrow. He only joins in on the discordant, primal chorus of hyena howls when one of his friends picks a fight. He's never the one throwing the punches. Does that absolve him of the blame?
He doesn't feel like it does, but that's nothing new. Andy carries blame like a schoolbag: it goes with him everywhere. He does homework on the bus ride home and picks through all his self-hatred, rifling through textbook pages of his sins to pick out the right answer. There's never a reason, just a number to memorize. Why did you do that? Why the hell not? Why not drink and be merry, why not let every vicious thought slip past his tongue, why not enjoy the misery he inspires? Why can't they be miserable with him?
But he can't inspire misery any more than he can let go of his own. Even at his worst, he's a lighthearted person. His laugh is featherweight and easy in a way that his thoughts will never be, and nobody quite sees that it's another version of himself slipping through the cracks of an unaffected veneer. His eyes leave a clear path to his heart whenever he can't hold back those brazenfaced snickers, expression scrunched and beaming. Andy doesn't quite know who he is, but he thinks he'd like to laugh.
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