Post by ANDEE R. LESTRANGE on Aug 25, 2012 19:50:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] Andrea Rose Lestrange  16 || Level 2 || Self Mutilation/Harm || Ball-and-joint doll || Female nicknames: Andee, Dee orientation: Lesbian age/dob: 16 08/30/1995 member group: level two anything else?: Has suffered depression for as long as she can remember, it got bad enough to put her here about a year ago. personality: Andee is a shy, introverted girl who can’t seem to get out of this misery. She loves art. Anything from drawing to painting to web design to pottery, if it’s hands on, Andee loves it. She also loves music and tends to carry around a Samsung Juke with two gig worth of music and will pop in her headphones whenever the world gets too much to handle. She may be shy, but her clothing isn’t. She loves to dress in colors, contrary to popular belief that depressed, angst-y kids dress in all black. Her favorite colors are Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, and Purple; especially when they’re all together. Not only does she wear color, she wears crazy outfits. Some say that she does it for attention, others that she just wants to push people away. But if you actually got to know her, you’d know that she does it because she wants to. She’s super protective of those she loves, and will stop at nothing to keep them safe. brief history: Ever since she started school in kindergarten, Andee was always pinned as the weird girl, the misfit, the one that didn’t belong. This led to a lifetime of bullying that slowly started to wear on her. She strived to fit in, changing her styles to fit what was “in”, but she never seemed to be able to catch up to the other kids. Then, one fateful night when Andee was seven, her parents were taken from her. They were all going out for ice cream late one night as a celebration for Andee’s newest soccer game that she helped win. A drunk driver ran the stop light and T-boned their car on the driver’s side, Andee was on the passenger’s side thankfully. Andee was left in a coma for three weeks, and when she woke up again, her aunt was standing over her crying. When she was told that she survived and her parents didn’t, Andee slipped back into her coma for another month. When she once again woke up again, she was in a depression far worse than ever before. It never lifted, and until three years ago, it just got worse and worse. Three years ago, Andee started cutting. Nothing bad, no, she wasn’t ready for that. Just something to stop the pain. Most say that it was because of the death of her parents, and she was just suffering from survivor’s guilt that had finally climaxed. Andee though (if anyone ever thought to ask her), says that things just got too bad, and she needed something to stop the pain. She had heard about “emos” who cut themselves to numb the pain and knew that that was the method for her. But as the years went on, she started cutting deeper and deeper, sometimes, until she could see the bone. And that was when her aunt brought her here, to Coming Back Down. roleplay sample: "Blade, shining in my hand. Pain, I cannot stand. Numb that which I cannot face, Take me from this hurtful place.” The pen hovered for a second, waiting for the holder to write the next line. Andee looked up briefly for inspiration. ‘Damn it. I can’t think of anything else!’ she thought, irritated. She shoved the goddess-be-damned notebook back into her book bag and leaned back. Andee was sitting under the big oak tree in her back yard. The tree was in the middle of the forest that rimmed her aunt’s property. Andee found it by chance one day while looking for a quiet place away from the hustle and bustle of her aunt’s house, and claimed it as her own. Andee slipped on her rainbow colored headphones and cranked up her music, “I Heart Hello Kitty” by Blood On The Dance Floor. It seemed like a couple of minutes later when Andee opened her eyes and saw a pair of feet in front of her. She paused her music and looked up. There was her aunt, mad as all hell. “Andrea! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! C’mon, I need to speak to you about some things.” Her aunt turned on her stiletto heels and started walking off. Andee knew she was supposed to follow, but decided to push her luck and stayed put. “Andrea!” Her aunt bellowed. She had turned around and saw that Andee was still on the ground. Andee stood up and silently followed her aunt. Inside the mansion, Andee sat on the sole chair in her aunt’s office. She was only brought in here when she was in big trouble. “Listen, Andrea, I know that your parent’s death was horrifying and affected you greatly. But I just don’t know what to do anymore! You won’t talk to anyone, you hardly eat. And now I’m getting calls from a very concerned school counselor that your teachers are saying that they often see scars on your arms. Now, please, tell me this scar business is not true.” Andee just stared at the floor. To say it wasn’t true, would be to lie, and Andee didn’t lie. “Andrea! Tell me that this isn’t true! Tell me that your counselor and your teachers are lying!” Her aunt was getting desperate, Andee could see it. And then came the sound of defeat from her aunt, a sigh. “Well, you give me no choice. There’s this nice facility.” Andee hated how she said “facility”, like that would make it sound any better. But despite the fact that Andee was obviously not listening, her aunt kept right on going. “This facility, they help troubled teens. Like you. Teens who do things that just aren’t good for their bodies, or themselves. Like this cutting business.” There she goes, waving her hands towards Andee’s body, as if to say ‘This cutting business that you are obviously doing because you won’t tell me otherwise.’ “Anyway, I called them up yesterday and they said that they have a spot for you in their program. You will be going there to live tomorrow. It’s in Florida, so I won’t be able to see you much. But Andee,” Here she actually looked at Andrea, “Andrea, I just want you to know that you can always talk to me. I know you don’t want to, and I know that losing your mother and your father was just devastating to you. But please, please let these people help you. I can’t stand to watch you hurt so much anymore!” Andee looked up briefly just in time to see her aunt wipe a tear off her face. Andee knew it was just an act. Her aunt didn’t really care about her. All she cared about was money. I mean, just look at her house! It screamed “All I care about is money, money, money!” It sickened Andee. But this “facility”, as her aunt put it, how bad could it be? Get away from her aunt (who was the identical twin sister of her mother) and all of this wealth. Do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted instead of being watched like a dog. She stood up and left to start packing. Reika || 16 || Rp-ing for about 4 years, multiple sites of my own. || Yes I did! |