Post by Andrew Wells on Sept 12, 2008 23:12:37 GMT -5
Tell us about yourself:
Name: Andrew Wells
Age: 26
Group species: Human
Gender: Male
Allignment: Good
Brief description/History:
Sample RP:
I'm Nicole. I'm really 29 years old (for real, lol.) I live in the USA, more specifically, Michigan. I also play Katherine Lewis.How did you find us?: I found this site through Hogwarts Extreme..
Name: Andrew Wells
Age: 26
Group species: Human
Gender: Male
Allignment: Good
Brief description/History:
Andrew Wells is the little brother to Tucker wells. he always fell in the shadow of his older brother, even to the point of being known as "Tucker's brother" by most people. His childhood was frought with anxiety and as a 'hobby' he learned to conjure demons.Wiki Link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Wells
When Tucker unleashed the Hell Hounds on the Prom, Andrew secretly wished he could have been there to see it. Instead he locked himself away in his room where no one could bother him. To this day he shies away from doing things in front of others.
It wasn't until after he graduated from High school though, that Andrew began to see himself as something more. He saw himself as powerful. His ability to conjure demons put on the radar of Warren Mears, who took the younger boy under his wing, so to speak, and helped him to hone his skills. That summer he, along with Warren and Jopnathan levenson, decided to make the Slayer their primary target. This only came after she nearly foiled their plot to rob a bank.
The Trio, as Andrew called them, were supposed to become uber-villains. Instead they became a joke. With the increasing pressure from Warren and the insistant harping from Jonathan, Andrew realized they were never going to take over Sunnydale. Heck, they couldn't even manage to rob one stupid armored car.
That was the night that turned everythign around for Andrew. Jonathan kept telling him that Warren wasn't coming for them after he left them behind at the site of the heist. Andrew wanted to believe Warren was his friend but deep down he knew he'd been used. Then Dark Willow tried to kill him, after she's flayed Warren first, of course. How fun..
Mexico wasn't a cake walk. It was hot, humid and dry a lot of the time. And Andrew was having a hard time learning spanish. Jonathan teased him anout this because even though he couldn't speak spanish, Andrew knew every inch of the Klingon/English dictionary and knew how to speak it fluently.
The remaining pair returned to Sunnydale after nightmares drove them to. Neither of them wanted to come back to the Hell Mouth but the dreams just would not go away. So, after stealing a beat up El Camino, they came back. The ghostly figure of Warren followed Andrew around all summer. It told him about the Seal and how he, Jonathan and Warren were going to be Gods someday if things went in the right direction. He only had to do one little thing first. A sacrifice of sorts.
Killing Jonathan wasn't as hard as he thought it would have been. He simply pretebded it was someone else he was stabbing. Andrew's unfortunate ability to mix up realities made him able to do this terrible act. He was, however followed by the ghost of not only Warren now, but Jonathan too. He was on edge, yet he let himself be drawn into his imaginary world where *he* was the hero in the tale. He twisted everything around in his head, making himself the best and everyone else the follower when the opposite was true.
He became an unofficial memeber of the scooby-gang after Willow spotted him at the butcher shop buying blood. He remained with the Slayer and a house full of potentials, under constant survailance.
In the Battle to close the Hellmouth forever, Andrew fought along side Anya, a vengence demon who, for some reason stayed behind to fight. Andrew never really caught why.
With the Hellmouth closed and Sunnydale a huge crater int he earth, Andrew went under the tutelage of Giles and became a Watcher. He has been to Italy and england, as well as going with Willow to the offices of Wolfram and Hart to visit Angel. To this day, he still doesn't understand why he didn't die.
Sample RP:
Andrew walked into the hotel. The sounds of chattering girls were all around him,
but he didn't notice. His face pressed in between the covers of a book, Andrew
Wells walked right past a group of scantily clad young women and didn't even
notice. The book, a grimoire of demons, was far more interesting to him that girls
laughing and talking about cute guys... kinda.
He only looked up briefly when his name was called. "Andrew?" asked a rather
mousy looking girl. A Slayer. "Whatcha readin'?" She had to be all of fourteen.
"A compendium of demon lore dating back to the middle ages. It's filled with all
sorts of things like... disemblowelments, beheadings, random torture.. that kind of
thing." He had no idea he'd just frieghtened her. "It's really interesting.. and there
are pictures! See!" He flipped the book around to show the girl a full color drawing
of a demon eating a human. "Cool huh?"
The girl retched and fled. "Oh, that's gross." she said from a few feet away.
"Why? What'd I do now?" Andrew asked. His earnest tone always making him
sound like a whining child.
He closed the book and walked over to the telephone. After dialing a few numbers
he spoke. "Hi... uhm, Giles... This is Andrew... yeah, you knew that? Caller id.. Oh.
Oh, I uh, why can't I come to England? Italy is so boring. Yes, sir. I understand.
Yes. Alright." He hung up the phone and sighed expressively.
He walked back across the room and out ito the clear morning air. The streets of
Rome were already bustling but Andrew was just getting ready for bed. With an
entire Slayer Cell under his command, he tried his hardest to make both Giles and
buffy proud of him. It was, in his own meager way, an attempt at redeeming himself
after the Danzalthar fiasco. He sighed again and wished he had someone to talk
to. Someone who couldn't kick his behind all the way to China and back without
breaking a sweat. He sighed again and retreated back indoor.
"Bedtime ladies!" he annouced. "We have another long night ahead of us and you'll
all want to be refreshed and ready when we go out." There was a multitude of
grumbles but the girls all got to their feet and made their way to their rooms.
Andrew thought they all looked like zombies and thought it would make a good
story. "I'll have to write that one down." he said to himself with a small chuckle.
