Andine Monique Datrezz

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001. NAME• Andine Monique Datrezz
002. NICKNAME• Andy, Anny, Deedee (usually Dee)
003. AGE• 20
004. BIRTHDATE• 02/04/1989
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New York/ London

001. YOUR FACE• ..... not sure yet
002. HAIR• Very dark black, with tinges of purple. It is very long and reaches all the way down to the small of her back at the longest. At the front it is still quite long but only just reaches her collar bone. Her hair is mildly wavy and she prefers to ringlet the strands of hair by the sides of her face as she thinks this frames her face well.
003. EYES• Her best feature (or so she thinks). They are hazel, with a streak of blue piercing the center horizontally. Her eyes are just the right size for her face, with a slight Italian look. She always accents her eyes with Mascara and Eye-liner, even if she is just popping out to the shops.
004. HIEGHT• 5 ft 4, slightly short for age.
005. WEIGHT• 8 stone exactly, with curves in all the right places.
006. BODY MODS• Both ear lobes pierced, Navel pierced (bar not ring), a tiny crystal bar in the left side of her nose, Tongue bar, and a small broken heart tattooed on her left hip.
007. FASHION/STYLE• While she's working (see below) obviously not much, after work she prefers to wear slightly gothic clothing (leather coats, corsets/basques, see- through tops, short skirts, the shorter the better, and 7 inch heels). When she is by herself, whether its in her appartment or just popping out somewhere, She will usually wear hoodies and loose tracksuit bottoms.She also wears 'chokers', usually black, with a well designed skull attached.

001. LIKES• food: she doesn't eat much, but she loves smoothies (any flavour) and green tea.
Colour: black, purple and silver.
Vices: Smoking, drinking excessively and partying until the small hours of the morning.
Others:She could not survive without makeup and owns virtually every type of make up in every conceiveable color. Boys (often the wrong ones). Jewelry (she owns alot of silver bars for her various piercings and owns alot of 'choker' style necklaces. She is also into a variety of music, such as Rammstein, Slipknot, The misfits, My chemical Romance, as well as more poppy music such as Pussy cat dolls, Cascada and Faithless.
002. DISLIKES• People: she loathes Candy (a girl she works with) and anyone who she thinks considers themselves better then her.
Animals: Spiders, bees and wasps.
Others:She dislikes herself in the mornings and has a slight inferiority complex. She also dislikes her Father.
003. FEARS• Dissapointment-
She hates to think she has disapointed anyone, and will quite often do things she would not otherwise do, just so that she can avoid the feeling of dissapointing someone.

Others- severe injury, losing her sense of independance, aging, doing something against her express will,and the number 13.
004. STRENGTHS• Agility- While not being the strongest in a purely phyisical sense, she is extremely agile and flexible.

Intelligence- While not being einstein material by any stretch of the imagination, she is more itelligant then anyone (including herself) gives her credit for, and will quite often be the one to offer new ideas to her working friends.

Friendly- She is very friendly and can embed herself in any sect of society that she chose to. She is very popular with both boys and girls, meaning that she will never be alone.

Street fighter- Being quite agile and athletic, her time on the street has toughened her up immeasureabley. She could quite happily fight her way out of a tough corner in a bare fisted fight, assuming the fight was fairly equal and her opponents didn't have weapons (knives, guns Etc..)

Daddy's little princess- Her father sends her money, frequently and often excessively. This is how she affords all the jewelry and party nights out. If she so wanted, she could still get her father to buy her anything, meaning that afford the lifestyle to which she has now become accostomed. Althoguh she rarely asks her father for anything (as this diminishes her self imposed delusion of independance), she still accepts her Fathers 'gifts' which more the meets her cost of living.

005. WEAKNESSES• Male role model- due to the bad experiences she has had with men in the past, and the relationship with her father she has lead herself to a love/hate reltionship with the opposite sex. She craves a 'good boy' that encompasses her need for a real father figure, that would protect and love her, but often ends up with the worst possible men. This in turn fuels her own self hate, which leads to a stronger need for a better male input in her life. So the cycle continues....

Sharp objects- She fears being attacked with anything that scar her as that would put her current job in jeopardy, so she is often docile and submissive when action would be the best course. This often leads her into situations where she would rather not be.

Stubborn- Her morals, such as they are, is about the only thing she will fight for. This has left her in some awkward situations when she will neither back down, nor compromise in a situation when simple common sense could have preveiled.

Narcotics- She uses anything she can get her hands on, simply as an escape mechanism. While this dulls the pain for a while, it also leaves her with an apathetic outlook onlife and diminshes her will power for activity.

Smoking- She could take or leave all the other pick-me-ups that she has picked up, but she would kill her own grandmother for a cigarette. She believes cigarettes control her appetite, thus contributing to her figure. Luckily, she never leaves anywhere without a pack, or the money for a pack. If she were to go without cigarettes, this would undoubtedly lead to a mini panic attack.

006. ODDITIES• Andine is very superstitous, to the extent that she avoids the number 13, black cats and full moons wherever possible. She has become obsessed with Vampire stories, and when she can be bothered, continues to write her own story about Vampires. Apart from cigarettes, she never leaves her flat without bubblegum. She also write poetry in her spare time.
007. ORIENTATION• 90% straight, although she is never adverse to drunkenly kissing girls in nightclubs.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Her morals could be described as a corruption of the Bohemian lifestyle. Far from being Penniless, she never the less, still believes in the virtues of Freedom, Beauty, Truth and Love, however she can stretch them to apply to her. She would die to protect her closest friends, and disbelieves that violence is an answer to anything.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• When she was younger, her mother told her stories from her native lands of Italy, and she has always kept an ideal of the strange and fantastic in her head. Even as a 4 year old, she was into dressing up, and would raid her mothers wardrobe and make-up box, often ending up looking like a fairy clown. Even to this day, she won’t go any where without applying make-up. She takes her looks very seriously as she feels she is only worth what others attribute her as. She is overly proud of body and looks, and uses any opportunity to show them off.

Living a fairly sheltered life, it came as shock to see how the majority of people live. Zipping all over the country, she has developed very little in the way of an accent. Also due to her upbringing, she tends to be overly formal and polite, although that personality trait is fast diminishing.

Living by herself toughened her up immeasurably, and really brought herself out of herself. She has become a friendly, flirty and bubbly person, aided by drink and the need to conform. Her daily routine is none too healthy, comprising of: rising, Getting drunk/ high (she does pretty much anything, but won’t inject), lazing around her flat for the rest of the day, 10 pm she gets ready and goes to work, 3 pm she leaves work and heads on towards wherever her friends are heading, Partys until 10 am most days, Heads home, sleeps until 7pm.

001. PARENT ONE• Terrance William Roger Datrezz, Foreign dignatry
002. PARENT TWO• Natalia Bathsheba Trapone-Datrezz Wife of foreign dignatry
003. SIBLINGS• An older brother, Nathanial, who stands to inherit everything (23), 2 baby sisters Katrina (16) and Saskia (12)
004. PETS• currently a Hamster, which she calls Baboo
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

From her parents marriage to the 3 am this morning.

Her parents both came from the high classes of society, and hurriedly got married after her mother discovered she was pregnant with her brother. They had a traditional wedding, in Italy, as they were Catholic. She had a fairly normal upbringing, although she had more expensive schooling and birthday parties then any other child her age. They moved from Italy to New York when she was just 2. She was a perfectly well behaved child, whether at home or at school, and even from that young age it was obvious that she would be a stunningly beautiful girl. When her sister was born (Katrina) she welcomed the newborn girl into the family without any jealousy. However, her mother unfortunately died during the birth of Saskia. She lost almost everything at the young age of 8. Her brother was in training with cadets, her mother dead, her father, who had never been there too much due to the constraints of the job, now completely shut himself off, leaving the upbringing of all his children to various nannies, wet nurses and tutors.

Still Andine accepted all this in a fairly normal manor, grieving and healing as most pre- pubescents would. The next traumatic experience came when she was just 12. Her father, still very absent, had hired a new tutor for Andine. However a mistake had been made. Instead of being a kindly knowledgeable middle-aged man, her father had hired an ex- con, whose sole interest in Andine lay in her ability to fit through small openings. The ‘field trips’ he so often took her on, were for no other reason then to steal from others. Still being naïve and fairly innocent, her father only learned of this when she mentioned it in passing during one of the periods when he was actually at home. Her father, in a rare show of emotion, immediately fired the ex-con. From then on her schooling was done in a normal, although still high class school. She learnt from this experience, and carried on. She excelled in history, English and drama, averaging between A and B grades, and flourished into a beautiful young lady. She finished schooling normally at the age of 18.

However the after party did not end normally for her. Having snuck out to attend the party, she entered the house where it was being attended having never drunk anything stronger then watered down champagne. Needless to say, she quickly became inebriated, doing the things that only seem amusing when completely drunk. She danced in her underwear, wearing a lampshade over her head, until she felt nauseous. Making her way out side, she promptly threw up in a gutter before staggering partway down an alleyway and passing out. She came to with the blurry image of 4 males she barely knew, and one man reaching down to remove what little she was still wearing. Numb and disorientated, she had neither the will nor the inclination to do anything to protect herself until it was way too late. The teen removed her bra, and halfway removed her pants before she realized she should act. She threw the loose gravel from the pathway into his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Blurry eyed and still disorientated, she forced her way through the obviously drunk group. Staggering, falling and running, she made her way to her car, locking the doors, and speeding in her haste to get away. The next day her father noticed a package on the floor from NYPD, issuing a speeding ticket to Andine. Her father, being absent for most of her life, surprised her by coming to ask about the ticket himself. At first she was unwilling to impart any information this familiar stranger, but eventually it all came out. Her father listened, growing pale, but remaining wordless. Even by the end of her tale, he had said not a word, just a single tear tracking from his eye to his cheek, where it stayed till it dried.

The next morning, she found herself on a Plane to London, on her Fathers order, where she was to live. Already hurting and confused she barely noticed the journey by plane or the personal chauffeur who was to take her to her new home. Upon reaching the flat, she found a typed note on the door, hand signed by her father. In short it told her that she could live here, with monthly ‘gifts’ of money being sent to her to accommodate the cost of living. She was allocated £8,000 per month, as long as she neither tried to visit or make contact with her family ever again. The flat was already furnished, but nothing like what she was used to. She spent the first 6 months, curled into a ball, crying herself to sleep every night. One day she awoke and decided to make something of herself. She had saved quite a bit of money as she neither ate nor did anything much beforehand. She brought herself a whole new wardrobe, and got a small broken heart tattooed to her lift hip to remind herself that whatever is broken can still be fixed. She also brought a laptop, in the hopes of serruptiously tracking down her brother, who was the only one she ever really cared about. She found herself a job as an exotic dancer in the seedier part of London. Not something that she ever wanted for herself, but the bouncers protected her from being touched, and she found friends and solace that there were other girls with much worse lives then her. She embedded herself into the dancer lifestyle, looking anywhere for her next thrill. Doing very little during the day, apart from researching Vampire myth to fuel her own need for romantics’ and escape, and occasionally getting mixed with the wrong boys. And so it was until last night.

Last night started as any other, dancing on stage, supported by her adoptive sisters. Candy had just come on the scene, rumor being that she got through auditions by sleeping with the manager and having very little talent. Generally feeling hard done by, she decided to show her up by dancing better then Candy. Candy picked up on this, and planned to get rid of her. In between a number, Andine was getting ready, and had just finished getting dressed, when out of nowhere Candy pounced on her and slapped her. Feeling more embarrassed then worried, and more anger then pain, she turned around and punched her right back. Unbeknownst to her, the manager was right behind her. He grabbed her from behind until she had calmed down enough for him to sit her down. Unsurprisingly, he took Candy’s version of events as Gospel. Looking around for support from her friends she found no one would meet her gaze. A hand print still on her face she sighed, and grabbed her coat. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” she said as she turned to leave. To this day she never knew what Candy said to her manager, but outside the strip club after she had gathered her stuff, she found Candy waiting for her. Candy’s friends from outside the club pounced, holding her still so Candy could attack her. She broke free at one point and managed to take down the three that had been holding her, however she was no match for the rest of them, and only managed to avoid being beaten to a pulp by the appearance of the manager. His appearance stopped any further violence being bestowed on her. He threw the money she was owed at her and went to talk to Candy. Humiliated, bloody and in pain, she wandered off, barely aware of where she was going. Finally, close to exhaustion she sat down, her back against some steps, and rummaged around in her bag for her beloved cigarettes. Once she had light her cigarette, she used her hand mirror to assess the damage. Apart for a split lip, a nasty cut above her eyebrow and various bruises and scratches, she had emerged from the ambush fairly well off. Avoiding the bloodied side of her lip, she smoked, and cried, alternatively wishing for death and revenge.

Yo', my name is Andine, and I've been the walking dead for 20 years, and I've been grave robbing for 6 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Googling and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?•nope.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
This is was originally for a fantasy/medievil type RPG so, I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were looking for.

Sensing her tiredness, she slipped her legs between the thin cover, and silently prayed for a good nights sleep.

Suddenly, she found herself in a long corridor. Catching sight of her father in the distance, dressed in his battle armor and atop his loyal steed, she called out to him. He turned towards her. It was then that a sickly, leaden feeling, made itself known in the pit of her stomach. Something was terribly wrong. She sensed it before she saw it, her father’s once handsome face, crumbling into itself, moldering and festering before her very eyes. In no time at all, he was left to just a dusty suit of armor, and a skeletal horse. Tearing her eyes away from the fearsome spectacle with a throaty scream, she looked dead ahead of her. Feeling compelled, she ran blindly forwards, sensing someone ahead of her. She blinked her eyes as she fell into a barely lit room. Getting up, and dusting herself off she glanced around her new environment. Noticing the bulk of a man half hidden in shadow, she made away across the room, until she was directly in front of the strange man. Her face broke into a smile of relief and happiness as she recognized the shape of the man as her long lost friend. Her smile faltered as his head jerked up, eyes glowing with barely contained madness. “You did this, you killed me” the phantom of her friend insisted, repeating the line. With each repetition, his faced changed a little more, each time looking less like her friend, each time looking more like a monster. She could do no more then to back away, desperately refuting the man/monsters accusations. A desperation welled up inside, and she turned a ran. Looking behind her as she ran she saw the completion of the foul corruption, a face that was twisted until it could only be called a cruel parody of humanity. She ran blindly on, each breath becoming harder, each second passing making it harder for her to lift up her legs. Eventually she couldn’t move, or scream, as a hundred and one foul and twisted faces leered towards her own. Miserable and still terrified, she silently cried as the procession of evil swept past her face. Suddenly a bright light split the curtain of darkness, and her mothers face floated through the tortured faces. Where her light pierced the demon like faces split and disappeared. Eventually there was nothing left, but her mothers calming radiance shining onto her tear soaked face “mother…” she breathed. The face smiled at her before abruptly shattering into a million pieces, leaving her desperate and alone in the dark.

She woke from the terrible images with an almighty jerk that almost threw her off the bed. Crying and chilled in the night air from the sweat that had released itself with each new terror; she calmed her breathing and could only hope that she had not screamed aloud, as that would wake the other residents. Her heart still pounding its wild rhythm, she curled herself into ball, and let go her dream of a peaceful night yet again.