Andrew Williams

[adam]

;; fundamentals


full name Andrew Lee Williams
birthday April 7
age 18
sexual orientation Straight
job Unemployed
Canon No
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appearance

general
favorite He's happy with his appearance altogether.
hate He doesn't hate anything about the way he looks, but keeps himself in shape all the same.
heritage Unknown
ethnicity White

;; personality

general Andrew has always been rather quiet, shy and anti-sociable. It takes him a considerably large amount of time before he can warm up to anyone and begin to interact. He tends to distance himself from groups and prefers to work on his own. He only takes time to speak when he actually has something worthy or important to say. He is very direct and formal, and gets straight to the point immediately. Rarely will you see him smile, but never does he look completely downright miserable. It has always been difficult to ever tell what he is thinking, or catch any kind of significant reaction that might help you identify certain characteristics. For an eighteen year old he always looks far more serious and mature than he actually should be.

On a lighter note, he is actually extremely curious, and despite his respectable attitude he usually ends up in trouble for it. Aside from that he is equally stubborn, and getting him angry is one of the only characteristic you might receive. Being told he can not do something easily sets him off, but not to the point where he turns to violence. Other than that, he can be extremely calm in any given situation. He is relatively smart when it comes to solving problems on his own and rarely will you catch him asking another for help. He is very secretive and keeps everything to himself his burdens are his own.

The biggest flaw to do with Andrew’s personality is despite his strengths he has a rather low self esteem. This explains his reason for keeping his distance from others, his lack of communication and his tendency to do things on his own.

hobbies
-Keeping in shape
-Going to the shooting range
-Swimming
-Hiking/ exploring alone
dislikes
-People who don't mind their own business and continue to ask questions that don't concern them
-Stuck up people
-Vanilla Ice-Cream
-Cold climates
-Speed
-His mother
-Drugs
likes
-Rock and Roll
-Country music
-Guns
-Cigarettes
-Swimming
-Summer/ warm climates
-The quiet
Fears
-Driving, being in vehicles
-The fact that he might be going crazy
-His inability to feel effectionate towards others, and as a result he'll always be alone
-Death
-Seeing dead people (his father specifically)
Secrets
-He was recently confronted by his father, who has been deceased for years
-He has never been sick, never!
-It kills him inside to know he feels nothing for his mothers death, only relief

;; origins

general Andrew was born after thirteen months of Stephanie Hutt, his mothers pregnancy. He grew up in Canada, British Columbia with his father (Harry) and mother throughout his childhood. He had a very close relationship with his father, and they spent most of there time together working on the farm. Those were the best days of Andrews life, the only memories worth remembering. Racing his father across the farm on four wheelers (his dad always let him win), building tree forts in the summer and snow forts in the winter. But what Andrew liked best was, despite his mothers objections, his father would let him sit in the drivers side of their vehicle and let him cruise up and down the gravel road. He had been taught to drive the moment he was tall enough to reach the gas peddle.

Andrew had always caught to things rather quickly. One of these being the fact that his mother, for what ever reason, seemed to dislike him. Not only that, but she seemed to dislike his father too. Almost every other night, for as long as Andrew could remember, his mother would pick a fight with his father. She would smash plates and scream at the top of her lungs, it was enough to scare Andrew to the point where he would lock himself in his room. He would listen to the two of them all night long. Every now and then he could here them hitting each other, throwing things at each other, all the while screaming absurd and disturbing profanity. On occasion his mother would result in calling the police, and his father would end up in jail. Afterwards, his mother would grab him and stay in town with her brother, Christopher Redrick. They would be apart for a few days, then eventually his parents would be back together as if nothing had happened.

This took place enough times until Andrew simply became used to it. His father kept his spirits up most of the time, even as he got older. He never ceased to find time to spend with his son, while his mother sat alone in the house watching television and drinking hard liquor. His father would drink too of course, but he always remained calm. His mother seemed to be the only person who could set him off. The two were not married, of course, and Andrew never caught them ever talking about it.

When Andrew turned 13, his father died in a car accident. Andrew had been with him at the time, and to this day the memory still haunts him. They were crossing a bridge across a wide river that circled their hometown like a moat. Without warning their front right tire popped. At first Andrew thought they had ran over a snake, as the injured tire hissed against ruptured air and they swerved sideways, breaking through the barrier along the edge of the bridge. The fall seemed to last forever, Andrew could remember flying head first in the vehicle and watching as his father and he plummeted downwards into the water.

He woke up in an ambulance with his head bleeding. Otherwise he had non but minor injuries. He was told he was lucky he had been wearing a seatbelt. When Andrew asked about his father he was told he hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt, and had died at the scene.

His mother grieved, but not nearly as much as he did. It didn’t come as a shock when she blamed him for it, and from that day forward she did.

Now that his father was gone, his mother brought her rages out on him. He grew up and taking care of the farms daily chores on his own. If he were to forget to do something, like feed the chickens or do something properly, his mother would make a dramatic outburst. If he were to ever once talk back or defend himself, she would turn to violence. She never left any permanent marks, which left the school board clueless at what was going on at home. They might’ve assumed his signs of being miserable were caused by his fathers death.


Andrew made a point of keeping his grades up and keeping a well paying job while he grew up. His mother sold the farm, she was getting old and began insisting that his father came to see her sometimes in her bedroom. Andrew didn’t object, it would make no difference if he would have. It didn’t matter anyway. A year after his father died Andrew began saving as much money as he could until he was 18, where he planned to then take off to East Ontario and never look back. His Uncle Redrick had refused to let him stay there, stating no judge would ever take a child from his mother and hand him over to him.

“I’m not a child,” Andrew had said.

For years Andrew had his simple plan in motion. Counting down the days and counting up his money. He didn’t know where he was going to stay, all he knew was the moment he finished high school he would step in that car and just drive.

Of course, even in the simplest stories, much like Andrews- fate can intervened…

He was 16 years old, just 3 years prior to his fathers death and there was a man. His name was Frank. A fat bald man from Australia, and he seemed to never shower. He was very large and unattractive, and was nothing like his father. Yet his mother somehow seemed attracted to him. He was a truck driver, so he said, and he decided to take a vacation far north of all places.

Andrew soon discovered he was a drug dealer, and had met up with his mother in the town bar. She stayed with him and kept him company, and he fascinated her with his money and crack cocaine. He was with them for over six months. Andrew hated him, even though he ignored him entirely. He hated him because everyday he would watch his mother get worse and worse. She snapped the first time he mentioned his concern. She screamed as if he had offended her and threatened that the next time he criticised she would have Frank beat some respect into him.

Before he knew it she had planned to move back to Australia with him. She had convinced Frank into agreeing with the fact that she needed to bring her son with her. When Andrew refused to go, his mother said he had no choice. It was then when Andrew decided that wasn’t true.

A few days before they were set to leave, Andrew waited in his bedroom until midnight. He packed his bag and looked out his bedroom window. He was going to sneak out to his Uncles place tonight and first thing in the morning he was going to phone the police and tell them everything he knew about Frank. Once they busted him for being a drug dealer he be put away or deported, and never come near him or his mother again.

Andrew pushed open his window and jumped up onto the ledge.

“Don’t do it son.”

Andrew was so startled he nearly fell. He jumped back down from the ledge and looked around his room. His heart pounding, he quietly said. “…Dad.”

And then Andrew saw him, sitting on the corner of his bed, the darkness hiding everything but his face. At first he was overwhelmed by shock. After a few moments went by, Andrew felt tears sting his eyes… he smiled. “Are you really here?”

Harry slowly shook his head, he looked just as calm and unreadable as he always had. Andrew began to feel chills.

“You need to go to Australia, son,” said Harry.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. He stood there for a few moments longer, unable to figure ut what to say. “But… “
“No buts, Andrew,” said Harry, not unkindly. “You need to go to Australia.”

“I don‘t understand,” Andrew said, aside from his dead father in the room something felt very wrong. “Why would I need to…”

There came a nock on the door. He heard his mother, who had probably overheard while heading to the bathroom. “I’ll be waiting,” said his father. His mother opened the door… and Harry was gone.

“Who the fuck yah talking to? Shut up and go to bed!”

Two days later Andrew had everything packed and ready. With Frank and his mother, the three flew towards Australia. His mother was leaving for a new life, and he was leaving to see his father.

*

2 years later, on the day prior to the disaster of Flight 815, Andrew stood alone in the airport, waiting in line for his ticket.

“Andrew.”

He turned around and felt a tremendous amount of sadness and regret. There his mother was, walking towards him with mixed anger on her face. She wore thick black sunglasses to hide the bruises on her face along with a long sleeved blouse and heavy make-up to cover her bruises. She stopped in front of him, she was dangerously skinny. “Your actually planning on taking off aren’t you?”

Typical, he had been talking about leaving since he arrived. But that was before he realized what he was looking for wasn’t here. “I’m 18 now mum, its time I go out on my own. I’m going to go back home… you’ll have to take care of yourself.”

If there hadn’t been so many people around, she would’ve slapped him. She glared at him for a long, the look that could kill. Andrew knew when she looked at him like that, she was usually thinking hard about something that wasn’t good. Finally, she said, “I’m coming with you then, son.”

Andrew didn’t ask why. He said nothing to her. She had obviously grown tired and sick of her ridiculous, drug controlled relationship with Frank. She had her reasons for leaving, and he had never wanted to come in the first place.

They were on the plain by the next day. They sat third class, side by side and never once did they speak. Andrew knew she was aware that when they were finally back in Canada he was going to leave, and she most likely knew why. What Andrew wondered from there on in if she ever felt bad about it.

He never found out. He never even got to make it as far as the States. Instead, his mother died when their plain crashed on a deserted island, two hours off of in the wrong direction where their plain was supposed to be headed. That night Stephanie Hutt was buried, and A ndrew Williams was on his own.
parents -Stephanie Hutt (Mother)
-Harry Williams (Father, deceased)
siblingsNone
other;;

;; roleplaying

sampleAndrew didn’t interfere with Val’s intention. She wanted to leave, and truth be told - so did he. He caught site of the men outside, their eyes locked for a quick moment before the two headed out the door. They came into a long dark alleyway that smelled of cat piss and garbage. Andrew slammed the back door shut, and just to be safe he moved over to a large dumpster, pushing it against the back entrance so they wouldn’t be easily followed.

Andrew squinted his eyes suddenly, now feeling his usual illness - a searing headache which crashed through his brain like a tidal wave. He turned towards Val, doing his best to ignore it. He knelt down slightly to match her height, taking hold of both her arms and being gentle not to crush them (he was rather big and strong). “You must promise me not to tell anyone about this,” he ordered apprehensively. “Not a soul. No friends, no teachers, and definitely no police, understand?”

His main fear was this somehow reaching the cops. He was hiding from the law, and if they were to question him, they might investigate further. They could uncover who he was, then he was really screwed. He’d have to relocate, get a new identity, and spend the rest of his life hiding out. It was a long shot, but a huge risk non-the-less. He wouldn’t have to worry about the witnesses, as non of them knew who he was, Val was the only one. Whether he liked it or not he was going to have to deal with her.

;; behind the character

name Adam
age 18
gender Male
years roleplaying 3
location Canada, Alb
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