Post by andy doyle. on Jul 20, 2009 11:55:16 GMT -5
andrea lynne doyle
twenty-five , citizen & insufferable .
twenty-five , citizen & insufferable .
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YOUR NAME sam.[/font][/color][/size]
AGE nineteen.
GENDER feeeemale.
YEARS ROLEPLAYING a lady never tells!
HOW YOU FOUND US elle linked me.
HOW TO CONTACT YOU a pm is fine too.
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FULL NAME andrea lynne doyle.
NICKNAME andy. just andy.
BIRTH DATE march twenty-two, nineteen eighty-four.
AGE twenty-five.
GENDER female.
GROUP citizen.
GRADE not available.
OCCUPATION scarborough's / waitress.
HOMETOWN the bronx, new york city, new york.
HERITAGE irish.
SEXUALITYtophersexualheterosexual.
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HAIR COLOR ink black.
EYE COLOR jade.
HEIGHT five foot six.
WEIGHT one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
BUILD tall, unhealthily skinny, black lungs, killer rack.
FASHION SENSEone paragraph
PORTRAYED BY alison mosshart.
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LIKES
- lava lamps.
- really, really hot, really, really long showers.
- booze, booze, booze.
- newports.
- sex. christ, who doesn't like that?
- topher lane.
- trashy tv. it's her life blood.
- cats.
- midnight backyard barbeques.
- black coffee.
DISLIKES
- mosquito bites.
- motherfucking cora west. fuck that bitch, for reals.
- horses.
- crocs. stop fucking wearing those ugly rubber sandals already, assholes.
- small children.
- cinnamon toothpaste.
- overly sweet bubblegum.
- running out of liquor and cigarettes, god forbid at the same time.
- being relied on. seriously, don't bother. disappointment is imminent.
- the po-po.
STRENGTHS
- holding her liquor.
- killer right hook.
- drinking games, duh.
- pretty fucking badass with a zippo lighter, if she may say so herself.
- head-strong and capable of making her own decisions.
WEAKNESSES
- heavily reliant on alcohol.
- allergic to ketchup.
- afraid of horses. absolutely will not go near one.
- weak-kneed when it comes to topher; she will do anything for him. anything to make him love her.
- deeply disgusted with her lifestyle, but has far too much ego to check herself into rehab, or even admit her obvious drinking problem in the first place.
GOALS
- fuck topher blind.
- make it to her twenty-sixth birthday.
FEARS
- the ocean, specifically sharks, jellyfish, and seaweed.
- knitting needles. don't ask.
SECRETS
- um. her entire childhood.
- regularly steals tips and double-drops at work, but that isn't much of a secret. it's a wonder why carlisle hasn't fired her ass already.
TRAITS
- stubborn.
- prideful.
- vicious.
- inconsiderate.
- drunk.
- insecure.
- asshole.
- crude.
- crass.
- insincere.
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PARENTS
SIBLINGSnone.
OTHER FAMILY
BULLETED HISTORY
- born in the bronx to cynthia doyle and sean doyle on march twenty-second, nineteen eighty-four, and all of the happiness is sucked out of the room.
- sean bails on the family when andy is four, leaving cynthia to fend for herself. she soon acquires a revolving door of boyfriends, each more boorish and slovenly than the last. some take to slapping andy and cynthia whenever one happens to step out of line; some take to leaving their fucking beer cans all over the house; and some take to andy herself in a way that, to this day, she refuses to talk about. in fact, it's probably best to just leave it at that.
- by the time she's eleven, andy has developed a rather nasty habit: beer in the morning, beer in the afternoon, beer in the evening, beer before she goes to bed. in other words, she's the youngest alcoholic this side of the mississippi.
- a few months after her thirteenth birthday, andy learns a rather shocking secret: that no-good son of a bitch sean doyle, as she had been raised to belive, was not her biological father--his brother, tommy, was, and cynthia had fucking known all along. sean seemed like the more stable brother, and compared to tommy, he certainly was, but that sure as shit didn't stop him from walking out. andy makes it her mission to meet him once, just once, and kick him in the balls.
- at sixteen, already a burgeoning criminal in her own right--slinging mostly weed and meth, sometimes coke when she could get her hands on it--she meets dylan caroselli, hbic of his own little operation. their union is certainly catastrophic, as dylan takes a liking to whipping the shit out of andy whenever he gets the chance. andy...takes it. after all, she's never going to find anything much better, is she?
- her nasty attitude and general disregard for all authority figures gets her booted from school her senior year, and eighteen-year-old andy never looks back. in fact, she welcomes the blessed absence of school and education. one less reason for her to wake up too early in the morning for, she says. soon after, she gets a job waiting tables in a shitty greek diner in east brooklyn.
- after nearly seven years together on and off, which include one abortion, one miscarriage, and far too many trips to the hospital for "walkin into the door again", andy finally breaks it off with dylan. he repays her by breaking her fingers. aww! what a nice parting gift.
- the next day, sore and achy and in an entirely too sour mood to be working but motherfucking mister leoutsacos made her work anyways, andy meets the catalyst that changes her life for the better: topher lane. his kindness and genuine sincerity in wanting to help sweeps her off her feet, and she falls so fucking hard for him, it's a wonder she didn't give him a mighty blowjob right there in the dining area. probably wouldn't have been too sanitary. they become fast friends, and just when andy thinks things could finally--finally--work out in her favor for once in her pathetic fucking life...
- cora west, in all of her sickening sunny glory, bursts into the scene, and andy finds herself hating, truly hating, someone for the first time in her life, as cora manages to snag topher's heart in a way andy can only imagine doing. fuck that bitch.
- when topher moves to seattle, andy quickly follows suit. she gets an apartment near his--all thanks to her bff and roomie, frankie--and gets a job doing, what else, waiting tables at his best friend's restaurant. currently, andy is still trying to win topher's affections, but with her laundry list of personal problems and cora's seemingly squeaky-clean record stacked against her, it's proving to be a difficult feat. christfuck, andy will try.
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