Post by andrea kathrine warren on Aug 17, 2009 13:10:55 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] eighteen, july 4th
height ,[/color] 5'4
body type ,[/color] slender
sexuality ,[/color] heterosexual
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] miley cyrus
group ,[/color] university [/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] pricks, bitches, spoiled girls, losing, sports, gambling, stupid drunks, being talked down to, her past, most other girls, sluts, strippers, cooking, cleaning, paying people
fears ,[/color] death, never falling in love again, her family dieing, failing out of school
habits ,[/color] camera whore, bites her lip and nails
flaws ,[/color] very dry sense of humor, most people don't get it. can be very unpredictable
personality ,[/color] sarcastic, unpredictable, sweet, loyal, stubborn, hard headed, opinionated, realistic, unforgiving, grudge holder, bitter, fun loving, secretive[/ul]
Michelle Warren, 50, stay at home mom.
siblings ,[/color] Michael Warren, Twenty, College Student
other family ,[/color]
history ,[/color]Andrea was born on July fourth, the second child to a sort of hippie family in rural New York.
The family moves around a lot while Andy is little, and she grows very close to her older brother michael whilst all the craziness is going on.
At age five, when she gets real conversations going, her family realizes her extreme talent for getting into verbal fights with people. Anyone, really.
When she started first grade, she made friends with a particular boy who she always sort of play fought with, it was a good way to release her energy.
They lived in the same town in Montana for a year or so, then decided to move again. This made Andy angry, and she took it out on her friend. At the age of seven, Andrea beat up her first boy. Yay!
They moved away, with a warning of keeping her behavior in check. Her older brother was her only vice of calming down, he was kind of the only person who she really trusted.
At the age of ten, Andrea had controlled her strange angry outbursts, thanks to her older brother, who was now twelve.
They finally had there first real home when they moved to Washington, but the weather wasn't really to there liking. Andrea grew up into a young woman with the help of her brother and family, her violent past behind her.
At fourteen, she met a boy, who was a year older than her. His name was Cohen, and a lot of girls at her highschool wanted to be his girlfriend. He pursued andy, but to no avail.
The two became fast friends after the weird stage was over, and became inseperable for another year or so.
A year and a half later, the two started to feel differently towards each other. It wasn't hard for them to start dating, and not a lot harder for the horny boy to get into her pants, taking her virginity at only fifteen.
The two ended up getting in a fight, because she felt that he only wanted to be with her for the sex, and she didn't like that. They split up right before she turned sixteen, and she moved away, not seeing him again.
Andy tried to forget about Cohen, and went to a school in virginia for a few years, then moved out and went to college in Hawaii when she had the chance.
She started going to college and getting her grades up, but because of Cohen, and not being over him, she became sort of violent again, taking things out on her friends.
She's now considered a bit of a bitch, but no one really gets her. Little does she know that Cohen's tracked her down and he has a lot to say. [/ul]
age ,[/color] fifteen
years of experience ,[/color] three
gender ,[/color] femaleee
anything else ,[/color] i love you?
role playing sample ,[/color] Indie paced back in forth in her room, trying not to let her head explode with confusion or any other heightened emotion. She ran her hand through her long hair, letting out a deep breath. Her head was filled with so many thoughts that she couldn't think straight, could barely even walk straight. Cohen had said something a little unsettling the night before when they were chatting on the computer, and it sort of made her hair stand on end. Not that she minded at all that he had told her he couldn't live without her, and that he was his favorite girl, in his favorite picture. The whole thing was that she was afraid that she didn't get a chance to say anything back because she had been so confused. The shock that had ran through Indie last night was a good shock, but she hesitated, and that made all the difference. After that the ass hole Paolo had come in to make fun of them and then jumped on them about how they were little kids and other crap like that. It had just been really upsettling that he had brought up the whole sex thing. Indie was still a virgin, and she didn't plan on having sex any time soon. Not that she wasn't attracted to Cohen, because he was obviously gorgeous and she trusted him completely, but she just wasn't ready for it. It seemed like too big of a thing, even though people here tossed it around like a rag doll or a baseball. It meant something more to her even though she wished it didn't.
Paolo had said that the only reason that Cohen was telling her all this was because he wanted to get into her pants. Indie knew him better than that... but there was always that chance it was true. She'd tried not to listen, but it was hard. And the way that Cohen had been so reassuring, so willing to have her back. It was almost surprising the way that he almost yelled that he didn't want to have sex with her. Was she repulsive or something? Indie knew she wasn't ugly... or so she thought. But she didn't want to think that Cohen wasn't attracted to her at all. Sure, they had been 'just friends' for a really long time, but she didn't think it meant they had to look at eachother like that too. But there was that reassuring way he talked to her, that tingle inside her when he said her name. It was so confusing, so frustrating that she liked one of her best friends. It wasn't a love story... she hadn't loved him her entire life. The feelings had literally just come up last night when Mari started talking to him a whole bunch. Apparently she had came to his room and cried on his shoulder. And just hearing that from Cohen had brough up the green moster inside her, and she didn't even want to look at Cohen for talking to her. It had made her so mad without even realizing. And then Cohen had said the word jealous and she just shut down. Realizing she was jealous kind of sucked. A lot.
Indie finally stopped walking and sat down on her bed with a whoof of air coming from her lungs. She let her head hang over her knees and let out a long groan. So much confusion, so little time. Indie pulled her hair back from her head for a moment, pulling her phone from her pocket. Her hopeful look fell as she saw he hadn't called back. Indie had called twice today, and the second time she left a voicemail telling him to come over any time, because she would just be sitting around all day. She was friendly in the message, not all 'we need to talk!'. She was just sort of, let's hang out. Indie was going to try and make it a normal thing, not act weird. She knew it would come around to it because Cohen was like that, he could be really serious sometimes. And then he would just stare, and she could feel it in her knees. Indie let out another low groan, then got up and made sure her door was unlocked so he could just pop in like always. It would be too weird if she had to open the door; to formal. She got back from the door, then went back and sat on her bed, facing away from the door so she wouldn't stare at it pathetically. Indie put her head in her hands an rubbe dher temples, sighing deeply. She was detirmed to make this normal, to not talk about the inevitable[/ul][/size][/color][/font]
