Post by phillipsandrea on Feb 1, 2013 3:41:33 GMT
AndreaCarmen Phillip !
These nightmares I can't decipher .'
These nightmares I can't decipher .'
HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?
"Well well well there isn't that much to tell, Andrea Carmen Phillips, um my age 23 can't you tell by my beauty of what I am, no? okay well I am a full gene werewolf coming from both my parents sides full moons are one of the worries when I turn into a giant dark chocolate wolf with no control whatsoever, Uh not really open with my sexuality but if needed I am straight 100 % thank you very much. And as you can tell by my name I am of Spanish Descendant with a hint Brazil, French, and Portuguese. "
SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
"Well that so called 'bird' was right damn it, I have long dark brown hair past my chest that stays straight for most of the part, which flows nicely down my middle and sides where I want it to be. This might sound odd and off but my eyes are unknown colors my friends, my family who are like my pack tell me my eyes are either a clear grey or light blue Hell I think they just change in the summer and the lights probably but I believe they are the best thing about be to be honest.If you are going to ask about my weight forget it, I have enough insecurities as it is. Height? No problem I stand currently at 178 cm 5'10 exactly which is okay. My skin, what honey can't you tell? I have a tint of olive color skin no freckles but I have a birth mark on my lower back side, and no you can't see. "
I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!
"Creepy much? well alright here goes; *fidgets slightly but stops* Well to start off with... the good traits or good things about me I should say is that I am very high spirited my spirit can never keep me off my gears and always keeps me on guard, or balanced I should said again. My family. My family is my pack and sisters who are all tight knit and whenever they come with troubles with anything I am the one who rubs their backs give them a shoulder to cry on and even stop myself from what I was occupied with and go to them with assistance. What I like? well thats simple for me, I love being with my pack, I love thunderstorms and rain, taking care of my pack as a Beta, I am also a perfectionist but I am not so sure if that's a good thing or bad thing. and my temptations are men, and chocolate simple.
Some things I struggle with til this day is my anxiety, stress frustration you name it, I am a wreck but instead of showing I blow it into me packed together tight and once I can't hold it much longer I steam off at my pack who means the world to me having panic attacks when all they want to do is help out the best they can.With my parents and family who wanted to take me to an institute only for the best of me I decided on my own act when I was very young and haven't spoken to them since, only pills help me calm down and the love and support from my pack. "
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!
"Your joking right? No, wow okay first things first my life was in no shape or form intriguing when my family was around. *scolds* Okay sorry about that see panic attack right there! I was born to a helpless mother and Deadbeat father 23 years ago exactly February 4th 1989 and no before you ask I didn't have those, postcard vacation seasonal family type shit it was just well i'll explain. Growing up in her mother's country Spain her parents wanted Andrea to grow up exactly like her much older sister Stephy to become an Medical student or even, haha even a Doctor. That's when her anxiety stress level and frustration rocketed sky high if you can believe at age thirteen she was cursing and screaming her head off at filthy Spanish boys who only wanted to get in her panties which she couldn't help but flip the bird, step on their shoes or which landed her in the police station; beating the crap out of one of them.
In Spain the jail cells had been worse far worse, the guards didn't care if you had to use the bathroom or make a phone call, infact Andrea noticed some of the inmates drive slowly but ever so surely into insanity. Not helping the matter when the prisoners aside from her were hearing her moan, snort and have blood curdling screams filled nonetheless with Insomnia complaining about her "horror nightmare's the guards finally let her free only to find her parents Carla and Mattheus who were now pushing both fifty in their late years waiting for her with a disgruntled look and horror on her face as she came next to them, bloodshot eyed scratches on her arms and legs from her nightmares becoming more and more intense.
Feeling a strong pull on her long dark brown locks she didn't put up a fight as she was dragged back to the car her father's hand's strong and warrior like. A few years past and young Andrea became a beautiful eighteen year old daughter the nightmares still pulling, wrenching at her heart making her vomit but not as bad when she was harming herself. They were now in Manuka a small city where they could lie low being werewolves unknown of the supernatural population. She had been dating an american man by the name of Jonathan and they couldn't be more happier, always taking pictures going on dates and just being each other's best friends. Unfortunately he wanted to meet her parents but for Andrea that was out of the question, Jonathan feeling disappointed broke up with her leaving her for her to slowly spiral down back to where she was no change from the jail in Spain.
For the Phillip's first full moon during there stay in Manuka they had all changed under the thirst the pull and the drive from the full moon not knowing what or where each other would be doing Andrea swooped in and out of the trees the monster finally awoken and unleashed the blood pulsing in her fur, her veins, her paws. Spotting a white arctic small wolf with gashes of blood seeping through her sides Andrea's blue eyes dug her claws into the ground as the wolf raced a blur of white mixed with red stained tufts lunge herself at her, feeling warm fangs dig into her neck she clawed the white being and scratched her eyes, her already bleeding sides and her back causing the wolf to lie limp. Lips curled over she huffed a sinister coy of a growl and was ready to make the final kill until she saw a black giant mass of fur swiping the wolf which she had pinned down under her and drag away.
Shaking the dust and blood off her now murky coat she raced after them not getting far until she felt her limbs retract, she hurled over face planted on the cold hard ground and shifted back naked. her abnormal senses lurked as she dashed in and out of the trees hoping to find someone or something. Knees buckling over she witnessed her mother laying limp, a gory sight really her body contorted in extreme ways and the trail of blood starting and stopping. Shaking she got up drove just drove anywhere until the next day where she sensed other species not just her's; shifters, angels and wolves like herself, they welcomed her in to family and become the beta for 5 years and still to this day.
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AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?
"Hi Jane here 19 going on 20 in May my timezone is Eastern and role play sample will be down there."
Andrea walked to her classy Audi, still shaking furiously above and beyond she couldn't stop herself, and the doctor's who wanted to 'help her' cope was only in it for the money which it was a waste of time. It was just barely 6am and thinking about her mother and father she lost it, just completely 100 percent lost it, sliding down onto the ground her ached body which was scarred from the shift but obviously covered with a blanket from her car she hid her whole body down inside and just let it all out. Why did they have to live in Manuka why couldn't they just stay in Spain, she would progress her anxiety she would but things don't always go the way the want do they? Getting to her cut up and bruised body she planted both her feet down on the cold concrete ground shuddering flashing the scenes over and over again in her head but she grabbed a pair of long warm sweat pants, a jacket and a black top, still only wearing the blanket she pried the car door open and slammed it shut out of all the emotions that were racing through her head, her thoughts and worst of all pulling at her heart strings.
She didn't know where she would going nor where she would stay but Andrea knew she had to drive, to finally obviously get some clothes on and find a rest stop and food. Shaking hands flustered at she set the keys into the right place and blasted the heat. She knew her car was fast and the cherry red top could take her anywhere in minutes. Tears welled up in her eyes. She swallowed back the lump in her throat that had almost was gagging her and sobbing pressing on the gas as it zoomed out of the parkway to the scenery where the event happened. She had nothing to live for, nothing to do anything with or anyone, Jonathan she didn't know where the hell he could be and she didn't care. She knew she had to end her life what was it for? The nightmares? the torture? coming off the highway she rolled down her tinted windows and sensed a familiar wave of home. the woodsy smell. the smell that could only carry the gene of a wolf.
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She didn't know where she would going nor where she would stay but Andrea knew she had to drive, to finally obviously get some clothes on and find a rest stop and food. Shaking hands flustered at she set the keys into the right place and blasted the heat. She knew her car was fast and the cherry red top could take her anywhere in minutes. Tears welled up in her eyes. She swallowed back the lump in her throat that had almost was gagging her and sobbing pressing on the gas as it zoomed out of the parkway to the scenery where the event happened. She had nothing to live for, nothing to do anything with or anyone, Jonathan she didn't know where the hell he could be and she didn't care. She knew she had to end her life what was it for? The nightmares? the torture? coming off the highway she rolled down her tinted windows and sensed a familiar wave of home. the woodsy smell. the smell that could only carry the gene of a wolf.
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