Post by ANDROMEDA MAXINE COLLINS on Oct 1, 2013 1:14:00 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;] ANDROMEDA MAXINE COLLINS  ------------------------------------------------- HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW? "There's nothing I hate more than people digging into my business, but if this is absolutely necessary, then fine. I'll deal with it. And stop looking at my rack, you fucking pervert. I don't play games with men, so you can stop yourself right there. [Rolls her eyes] The name's Andromeda Maxine Collins, but don't you dare call me anything other than Andy, or Collins. I hate my birth name. Always have, and always will. From the looks of me, you might say I was twenty-two, but in reality, I've been around for seventy-eight years. Yeah, you heard me. How have I managed to stay this young? It's called being dead, my friends, and it fucking sucks. By now, you're probably getting your panties in a bunch, thinking: 'How can you be dead? How is that possible?' Well, that's an easy one. I'm a ghost. My life was taken from me, and now I'm stuck here in the in-between. Neither here, nor there, but still kicking it. And no, I don't play for the light or the dark side. I do my own thing, when and where I choose to do it, so don't get any ideas. I can't, and won't, be swayed. So all you carollers fucking around with clipboards asking me to join up, you can screw right the hell off." SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF. "A little birdy? You're joking, right? Birds don't talk, and if you think they are, get yourself to a psychiatrist because you need some serious help. [Stares across the table, unimpressed] People tell me I look like that little twat Antonia Thomas, but from what I've seen, she's nothing but a little puss. Yeah, we might have some similar features, but don't go around comparing me to her. I'm my own damn person, and I won't be told anything else. But whatever, moving on. [Raps her knuckles against the surface of the table] I have round eyes, and they're brown, just like my skin. Yeah, I'm a little black kid. Get over it, will you? [Snorts] My hair is shoulder length, curly as fuck, and quite frankly, it's a major annoyance. Fuck trying to put any effort into it. It's unruly, and it'll stay that way. Why do you even need to know this stuff, anyway? If you'd just look at me, you'd already know all this shi--" "Miss Collins, if you could just answer the questions, this would be over quite quickly..." "Fine. My body is next, right? I stand at about five-six, and I'd say I'm about one-hundred and thirty pounds. Nothing too special there, but I won't go into more detail. That's just fucked up, and I don't need you making me feel inadequate. As for distinguishing features, I'd say the two moles on my face set me apart from the rest. I hate them, but I live with them. There's nothing I can do now to change it. I also have a few scars. A real nice cut line right under my belly from when I was killed. Not to mention the lash marks on my back from the whippings I used to get as a kid. [Pauses] As for my style, I wear whatever I feel like. Whether it's a sundress, a pair of ratty old jeans, or a paper bag, I'm not picky. Just depends on my mood. But I'd rather be caught dead than be seen in heels." I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER! "I'm not much of an open book, but you probably knew that already. To be honest, I hate wasting time talking about myself. If you want to get to know me? Fine. We can have a chat, but if you expect me to pour my soul out to you, forget it. I don't trust easily, and that's due to the shit I went through in my youth. I also tend to be overly sarcastic. Which, as you can tell, doesn't exactly attract a lot of attention from others. You either like me, or you don't. [Pulls at a stray curl] I value loyalty and friendship above all else, including family. You see, you can't choose family. Sometimes you're dealt a shitty hand, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you move the hell on and find somewhere you actually fit in. My family was a bunch of bible-thumping ass-hats who chose to disown me for my lifestyle choices instead of embracing my differences. So screw them. You can blame it on the times all you want, but in reality, they were poisonous people." "Alright, let's stay on track here, Miss Collins. Tell us some of your likes and dislikes..." "You ask me to tell you about myself, and now you're telling me to shut up? Man, y'all are some fucked up folk. But fine. I like crisp Autumn mornings that call for warm wool sweaters and cups of hot cocoa, action movies with strong female leads, comic books, sleeping in a cocoon of blankets and pillows, and watching the sunrise after a crazy night. As for dislikes, I hate men. I know that's a harsh statement, but I do. I have yet to meet one that really respects me and values me as an equal, and not just as a piece of ass. I also don't like the summertime, I hate sappy movies with mood music that makes you want to jump off a cliff, I don't like fruity cocktails, and I sure as hell hate heights." "Good, good, now... your strengths and weaknesses?" "First and foremost, I'm about as loyal as you can get. If you get me on your good side, I'll fight to the end of the world for you. Just don't go around telling everybody. I guess you could say I'm open-minded, to an extent. I won't judge you on your sexual preferences or your past, as long as you don't judge me on mine. I also like to think I'm pretty funny. Or at least, that's what my friends say. To anyone else, I probably come off as a dickhead, but you just need to get to know me first. As for weaknesses, I guess I'm pretty hard-headed. If we disagree, I won't just let it slide. I will defend myself until I'm proven right. I'm also a little sexist. Men have always taken precedence, and I can't stand it for the life of me. I know the times have changed, but I still hold a hefty grudge against all that shit. Which leads me into my last weakness, which would definitely be my temper. If you get me mad, I won't sit back and let it blow over. I'll punch you in the damn throat." "Alright, well, now... Tell us a bit about your lifestyle and your habits." "My habits? That's a fucking weird question, but I guess I have a bad habit of letting things get under my skin, especially when it comes to my sexuality. It's taken me a long time to adjust to the acceptance that's around nowadays, and I still can't help but hide some aspects of my life. But don't fucking twist my words around. I'm not ashamed, just cautious, given the fact that I was killed for loving someone of the same sex. So, I hope you understand when I say I don't make a habit of going around to church and praising the lord. Growing up, I was told I would go straight to hell for finding girls pretty." "I see. Now, tell us about your fears, your desires..." "I'm not afraid of much. If I go out, it won't be to admire the view from a mountain top. Heights terrify me, even though I know I can't die twice. Just knowing I could have died from falling is enough to give me the creeps. I don't give a shit if you tell people about that one, but the next one? Keep it to your damn self. I'm scared I won't move on from this life in the in-between. I know there's a reason I'm being kept here, but I haven't figured it out, and I'm scared I never will. I don't want to live on this earth for eternity, floating in and out of people's lives and watching others move on while I'm stuck here trying to solve the mystery that brought me back in the first place. So, I guess my greatest desire is to come to terms with what happened to me, find out and solve the reason I'm still here, and move beyond the veil, or whatever it's called. I'm tired, I'm angry, and I just want to find peace." "Fair enough, but what do you think about the war?" "Honestly, it doesn't affect me. I'm already dead, and I don't want to get tangled up in all that crap. If you have a problem with humans, fine. Do what you think is best, just don't involve me. It probably sounds selfish, but I don't really give a shit what you think. I've done enough fighting in my lifetime and I don't need this petty 'who's greater than who' bullshit messing up the rest of the life I have left. You feel me?" "Any secrets you'd like to share?" "Not particularly, but if you need to know, I consider my death was my own damn fault. I got cocky, I got angry, and I left the woman I loved to prove something to a group of people who'd been disgracing me for years. I was careless, but I was tired of being scared for my partner and our kid, and I couldn't help myself. In the end, it didn't do a damn thing. I left my girl, my son, and our life without a goodbye and I will always regret that." I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRIGUING! "This is the shit I don't like talking about. But since I've already given you a shit ton, I guess there's no point in holding back now. So... Just keep this in your records, and don't fucking tell anyone else, or I will find you, and I will make your life a living hell. [Clears throat] I came from a poor negro family. Pardon the use of the word, but it was relevant back then, though more degrading than it is now. My parents were big on religion, and forced me and my siblings to go to church every Sunday, even when we were puking our guts out. Maybe it was their way of assimilating with the whites, but that's their business, and I never found out the reality of it. I mean, I was religious when I was young and blinded by my parents beliefs, but as I got older, and I started to realize I was more attracted to women than to men, I lost my faith. You see, as a kid, I was told God loved me no matter what, but only within the confines of what the bible told us. Once I stepped out of those confines, I was an outlaw, a criminal. And being gay stepped way out of those confines. When my parents first caught me with another girl, I had hope they might look over it and accept me for who I was, seeing as I was family, and they loved me. But I was wrong. They kicked her out of my home, and forbid me to see her ever again. Or any other girls for that matter. From there, they took me to basement, tied me to the radiator, and whipped me with a belt until I couldn't feel a damn thing. It was conversion therapy, as they liked to call it. And they justified it by doing it under the watchful eyes of their 'saviour'. When they realized I couldn't be changed, they kicked me out, disowned me, and left me to my own devices on the streets in the middle of the damn fifties. It was hard enough being black in those days, but black and gay? Fuck, I was as good as dead. [Shakes head] My siblings wouldn't even look at me when they threw me out. They forgot about me as easily as my parents, and that's when I knew family wasn't everything. So I left and didn't look back. I put on my big girl panties, got myself a shitty job as a maid, and tried to make the best out of life. But it was hard, so fucking hard, and after a while, I got discouraged. I tried loads of different drugs, got tangled up with some bad people, but eventually I met her, and everything changed. She taught me how to find peace with what happened with my parents, she brought me in, got me off drugs, and gave me hope. I was wholeheartedly in love, until the anti-gay activists found out about us. [Looks down at her hands] We were living in a little suburb with her son, Micah, when the harassment started. They picketed outside our house, painted anti-gay slurs on our door, threatened our child and our lives. It was worse than being disowned, and it didn't stop. No one would help us. Everyone we knew turned a blind eye, and after a year of living in fear of those homophobic shitheads, I lost my cool. As you can imagine, it wasn't easy to keep it in the first place. My girl kept telling me to be optimistic, but I couldn't be. Not when I could hear Micah crying himself to sleep every night out of fear of losing his family. He was so young, and didn't understand what was happening, and I couldn't take it. Even with the promise of change, I couldn't find it in myself to let things go. So, one night when things got really bad, I went out to confront them, to tell them to fuck off and leave my family alone. Newsflash: It didn't go over well. They beat me, knocked me out, and dragged me off in their little anti-gay gang van. [Shivers] I can still remember the screams from my front porch. Her voice. His wails... When I woke up, I was tied down on a table, stripped naked and hurting like hell. There was a half-dozen eyes staring down at me with cruel smiles, but the only pair I could focus on was the man with the surgical knife. He had this twisted smirk on his face, and I could tell he was finally giving me what he thought I deserved. Surrounded by these sick perverts, I was raped, beaten, and prayed for before they finally got to what they really wanted to do: cut out the organ I didn't deserve. The organ I had disgraced by being with the person I loved. I begged for them to stop, but they wouldn't. [Pauses, avoids looking across the table, voice gets quieter] They made sure I was wide awake as they sliced open my abdomen and went about cutting out my ovaries. It was... it was the most brutal, most painful thing in the world, and I was awake until the bitter end. [Pauses, swallows hard] But the worst part of it all? I never got a chance to say goodbye, to tell Elise I loved her, to hold Micah one last time. I let my anger, my resentment, my feelings get ahead of me, and in the end I left the two things I loved most in my life. So now I'm here, wandering around this bullshit life without the people I loved most, living with the memories of these animals that took it all from me, just because I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have. [Stops abruptly, looks up] I'm done with this now. Are you happy?" AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU? Hi, my name is Jess and I'm still relatively new to the site. I'm twenty, I found you guys through a rockin' friend, and I'm an EST chick. My other character on the site is Aurore Grace, otherwise known as Cara Delevingne. My first random fact was that I loved watermelon, but since I can't use the same one twice, I'll go for another food related fact... I freaking love cereal. I have a pantry filled with it because every kind is a good kind. Hehe. RP SAMPLE  |
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