Post by jadendos on Mar 19, 2013 7:00:35 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ANDREW JAMES WILLIAMSON  ------------------------------------------------- HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW? "Well, hey! My name is Andrew James Williamson, but you may call me Drew if you wish. I'm 227 years old, but I should only look about twenty-six, considering that was how old I was when I died. I'm a man and I identify as one - I hear that's all the rage these days, "identity". In my time you were what the doctor said you were when you were born." "I'm heterosexual, as far as I know, but it has been awhile. Do things like that change? I don't know, maybe. Anyway, I'm a fallen angel, something that breaks my heart every day that I suffer in this eternal hellish existence with the memory of such glory surrounding me. One of the many things I've picked up on down here, and even while up there, is some war that's starting up. I'm not particularly a fan of war, and I do not care to take part in any such thing." SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF. "You know, it was the strangest thing. I was talking a morning walk a couple years ago, and I got stopped on the sidewalk by this ecstatic teenager girl. She held a pen out to me and thrust he camera phone at her irritated looking brother. It seems she thought I was someone named Gerard Way from some band that's name completely eludes me now. I signed her notebook and took the photo with her, because I had no idea what else to do. I didn't want to make her feel stupid for assuming I was someone else, so I just went with it." "I have hazel eyes, though sometimes I think they're more green. I try not to dwell on it too much, but with such a dull life this century brings, and since I will have a lot of time on my hands, I sometimes analyze my appearance in the mirror. It's strange to have my body like it was once more. My hair is black that's mostly short, but sometimes I forget to tame it, so it gets a tad long. My skin is very pale and I don't know if that has anything to do with my immortal status, or what, because I recall being a bit more...lively looking a couple hundred years ago." "I'm short, always have been. I stopped growing at about five feet, five inches. I weigh maybe one-thirty, but I don't know for sure, I never bothered to weigh myself. I have no markings, the bullet wounds from my death were gone after I became an angel, and when I got down here, they didn't return. I generally wear whatever clothes I find, though I'm particularly fond of a good vest and tie." I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER! "Well, I like long walks in the morning, on my way to get one of those delicious mocha's from those tiny little coffee huts in gas station parking lots. I'm a fan of twenties jazz music, and I sort of wish I fell earlier, so that I could have dressed in those zoot suits they wore in the 1940s. I'm also a fan of shoes. Any kind of shoes, really. I like looking fancy and shoes are the most important part of the attire." "However, I don't like video games. Or television. There are amazing writers in the world, and amazing stories to be read, and I hate that people evolved into these mindless drones, staring at the moving pictures that slow their minds and their bodies. I absolutely loathe vegans. The nonsense of the whole thing nearly sends me into a rage. How could people have become so stupid, as to believe animals are some sort of equal, and that their short lives are just as, or more important than, their own health. I also do not care for the sea. Sea life and deep water terrifies me. Drowning is something I always feared would truly be the end of me. I know it's a little silly, now that I died once on land, and now will never die again, but honestly, the idea is very unsettling." "With how often I make mistakes, one might assume that I'm not very self-aware. However, I'm quite aware of my downfalls, and proud of the few good traits I posses. I am, and always have been, a sorry excuse for a friend, and complete and utter coward. I run in the face of danger, and will walk over even my closest, dearest companions to save myself. I regret all that I have done, and I hate that I behave in a such way. I am trying to make amends for all the lives I've ruined, taken, and endangered. It may take an eternity, but I have the time. As far as redeeming qualities go, I am a person who acknowledges his own faults and while I generally fail, I do try to rectify my mistakes, and I am a kind person who truly does feel quilt when I sin. I think I am funny, but sometimes I'm sure that's just me. I'm charitable with my money, my time, and my affection. While I am selfish and choose myself before others when it comes down to make that decision, I want to be a better person, a respectable person, and I am constantly striving for that." "I fear death - well, no, it wasn't death I feared, it was pain. What I fear more than anything is nothingness, ceasing to exist. One secret is that I fell on purpose, not because I'm a nut-job, but because I was afraid. Afraid of what would happen when my charge was murdered by a demon older than myself, stalking her. I wanted to escape my fate, without even trying to assist the poor child. That is the one thing I fear admitting, because it is the absolute most selfish, disgusting thing I have ever done. I never want to face that child, and I never want to face the people I screwed over trying to get my wings cut off. Because of this, the one thing I desire most of all is to find forgiveness, not only from every charge and angel I betrayed, but from myself. I crave to admire myself one day, and be more like the man my father was." I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRIGUING! "I suppose intriguing is a word that could describe my story. I was born in 1786. My mother died in childbirth, and my father never spoke of her to me. I pretended as a little boy that she was an angel, and that she simply needed to bring life into the world before returning home to the purity of Heaven, where she could protect me and my father and the rest of the world. My father and I lived in poverty, and when I was thirteen he was mauled and killed, by what I realize now to have been a werewolf. He had gone out, rifle in hand, ready to face the beast that was endangering me and the neighbors, elderly and children and people who simply did not have the means to defend themselves. My father was a hero, even though he died and the wolf did not. I ran away, scared and alone, living that small village behind, never looking back. That was the first time I ran." "I spent years living on the streets, stealing food and mooching of the people who invited me in. When I was twenty-six years old, I was caught up into a war, brought in because of my age and gender. I didn't have much of a choice once they found me. I was fit enough and young and I had no idea what I was even fighting for. I only learned of the meaning behind what was dubbed the war of 1812 centuries later. I went into war, with a younger friend named Kensington, whom I felt closer to than I had anyone. He was the greatest friend I ever had, and I still miss him to this day. His death is my other greatest regret, and I sincerely wish I had been slaughtered much more brutally for how I betrayed him. Not long into the war, Kensington was injured and instead of assisting my friend and comrade, and abandoned him, in fear of being hurt as well. I tried to leave the war, hide somewhere until it was over, but as I ran for the forest, there was a young boy, he couldn't have been more than thirteen, who was being taken down by a Brit, about to be murdered there in front of me. This was a child, and something in my clicked, something that had never been there and never was again. I charged and attempted to save the boy. Neither of us, or the other man, survived the assault. I died bravely, which was honestly a shock to me, and probably to my mother watching down on me." "From there I went to an afterlife, which I already believed so strongly in. I was made a Guardian Angel, which I initially vowed to do well at. I wanted nothing more than to live up to the title that Heaven so clearly thought I was worthy of. Instead I failed them. I protected my charges for two centuries. It was easy and I was more powerful than anything that came after them. However, eighteen years ago there was a young girl by the name of Vallon Ryl, who had a demon with an awful obsession. This demon was older than I, and I assumed more powerful. I had learned the were my charges to die an unnatural death, I would die as well, except I would cease to exist. The idea terrified me, and I did something I hadn't done in nearly two centuries; I ran. I abandoned that child to her demon, searching for a way to fall before she died. I took the first idea I could think of, and "accidentally" almost killed another angel's charge. When questioned, I was aloof and insensitive to the whole ordeal. My wings were ripped from me, and I was thrown back to Earth. At first I was relieved; relieved to escape the fate of disappearing. I realize now I should have fought for that girl, been the guardian she so deserved. Instead of a life again as a mortal, I am simply a wingless angel, damned to spend eternity in regret for my selfishness and my cowardice. I now try to make amends, searching out those who had been my charges, so that I can try to protect them now even though I have nothing but the inability to die and leave them in peace to offer. I hope to find as many of the people that I have wronged and start over by doing the job that is no longer mine right." AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU? My name is Jaden, I'm twenty-two, I found you by looking for you, I exist in the Pacific timezone, I play Vallon "Bays" Ryl, and I have met three famous/semi-famous people. 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