MATHIN, Andrea Connie

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...Andrea Connie Mathin*
*"I'm not stuck up. You just don't get it."*

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...basics*

name Andrea Connie Mathin
nickname Andy
age 17
gender Female
grade High School Junior
hometown Sandusky, Ohio
sexuality Heterosexual
personification Princess Tiger Lily
status Dormant
face claim Vanessa Hudgens

...appearance*

hair color Glossy dark brown, able to pass off as a natural black.
eye color Brown
build Slender, with a feminine muscle shape, as she is very fond of running track.
height 5'2"
clothing style She tends to keep it feminine, with a tomboyish flare. Shorts, and jeans, rarely ever skirts. Layered necklaces, usually decorating her hair with beads, feathers, flowers, whatever she could get her hands on.
distinctive traits Seemingly walks with her nose in the air, people tending to rumor she thought she was better than everyone else, or stuck up.

...personal*

personality Andrea. It was very difficult in trying to find just one word to describe this girl, she was simply Andy. She was use to being "one of the boys", and tended to get into scraps with the neighborhood boys always seeming to cause mischeif. In the first grade she cut her own hair, and most of her friends, calling her 'Andy', didn't quite realize she was a girl until fourth grade...she never felt the need to correct them.

Her nose always seemed to be in the air, she seemed to walk with a certain strut in her walk. Rumor eventually started to go around that she was stuck up. That she assumed she was prettier, smarter, better than everyone else. Due to this rumor, her closest friends were her family, who tended to even then-ignore the head strong girl. She never relied on others, or whimped from anything.

Though of course, Andy wasn't stuck up. She was strong, and proud of herself. In her family, girls were supposed to be feminine, girly, and dainty. Working in the kitchen, cooking, finding a nice man to provide, and die. Andy never saw life this way. She could run, fight, and hit just as hard as any of the boys, but she always boasted that she was a girl, and never hid the fact.
past Andy was born into a family, where rules were strict. Gender roles seemed even more stead-fast. From the time she could learn to walk, she had bows in her hair, and frilly dresses. She would be scolded the most when she would be outside with her older brothers, and scuffing up her best shoes. By the time first grade rolled around, things began to change.

It was a turning point in her life. One day, teased from the pigtails that were constantly in her hair, Andy took the safety scissors. Not sharp at all--but if they could cut paper, they could cut through the pigtails, right? Right. Horrified by what Andy had done to herself, her mother hauled her off to the salon, to even it out. Resulting in a messy, never-stay-down boys haircut. From them on, dresses never looked right, never felt right. Came on the jeans, and the shorts. And Andrea, became Andy. She was a girl, she was old enough to know that a boy was a boy. But she never corrected anyone when they assumed she was a little boy, instead of a little girl.

As she grew, she kept her hair cut, until one day in fourth grade, a girl walked by. Golden hair shimmering and bright. Blue eyes full of mystery. The flowing yellow sundress causing the milky white skin to glow. Suddenly, being a girl, at least looking like one seemed to appeal more. And thus, became Andy's second "transformation".....at least...outwardly.
present Today in her life, Andy is a happy(though she may not look it) Track Runner at Frank L Baum Academy. Sandusky was quiet, dull, drab, and almost depressing. New York had always felt glittering, and wild. The cement jungle, some would call it.

Starting fresh, and new, her denial of new friends, and way of saying minimal words, has gained her a rather terrible reputation. Mostly keeping to herself, and working as a quiet member of the track team, no one has ever tried to get to know the cold girl, and she would quite prefer it that way.family Mother: Annie Mathin, 40, stay at home mom.
Father: Emery Mathin, 46, Dentist
Oldest brother: Emery Mathin, Jr. 22
Middle brother: Joseph Mathin, 20
Youngest brother: Troy Mathin, 19.
likes
-Running track, making unique and strange hair pieces.

-Thick woods or places that give the illusion of being in a jungle or the wild.

-Enjoys to dance but mostly in private, as she doesn't possess many friends.

-She also has a near obsession with tiger lilies, always wearing even the smallest decoration with at least one small lily.

-Bonfires

-Archeology

-Animals

-Islands
dislikes
-This ridiculous pirate and vampire fad everyone seems stuck on.

-Possessive men.

-Gossip, and rumors.

-People that can't keep a secret.

-People that have no respect for themselves or others.

-Water, and swimming.

...literature*

book title Peter Pan
backstoryIn Neverland, everything is mysterical, everything is wonderful. And the children are children forever. This is how things were, they had their adults, and...you could always grow up if you wished. But rarely did anyone ever want to do that. Neverland was a large place with different factions. The fairies, The Lost Boys, The Pirates, The Indian Tribes, the Mermaids, and so on and so forth.

Princess Tiger Lily was the headstrong young daughter of the Indian Cheif. She didn't speak much, and held onto Peter's secret safe, and quiet, even when risked at never being able to reach the Happy Hunting Grounds if she were to drown. Even faced with this, she was much too proud to let the secret slip, and only did her friendship reach something deeper in her silent heart when Peter rescued her from that blasted rock.

...roleplayer*

name Olie
age Nineteen
gender Femalerp experience....Oh dear lord. Over six years.
how you found ouac My friend directed me here
rp sample Night twinkled in the sky, fairies decorated the sky, dancing, and singing in that little unique way, playing with the fireflies. Princess Tiger Lily sat quietly, not moving an inch, not making a single sound, simply just watching. She was stoic, an almost haunting image as the wind pushed careful wisps of hair over her face, tickling her cheeks like black smoke. The Princess sat in the tall grasses with her legs folded to the side, one hand draped over her lap, and the other on the ground.

Where was Peter? He had been gone for so long now. There were still fairies, but they were quickly beginning to disappear as well. People were beginning to disappear, maybe they had gone onto trips? But there were hushed whispers from the Indian Tripe. There was something wrong, none of their own had gone missing. So what did it mean? Voices echoed behind the little Princess, and she turned her head slowly, turning her ear towards the sound. Her lips pursed, trying to listen. But nothing. The voices had stopped, and silence suddenly draped over the night.

Tiger Lily turned her head foward once more, and suddenly became alarmed. The fireflies were gone, there was no mystical sound of glowing of the fairies. Crickets were silent, frogs wern't croaking. Even the constnat rumble of the tribe had gone silent. Quickly, the little princess stood on her bare feet, and spun around for the glowing sight of the bonfire back home and she ran.

As she whipped over the grass, not even it made a sound. Her movements didn't make a sound, even as the grass bent out of the way. She ran for them, they were still there. Talking, but no sound was out of their mouth. She waved her little arms, no one looked. No one noticed her. Tiger Lily's brows knitted over her wise brown eyes, wise for such a small child. The one person that wouldn't ignore her, was the Cheif, her father. She pushed the flap of the tent out of the way, which caused the Cheif to look up, past the smoke tendriling up and out of the tent.

Tiger Lily expected to see a smile on her father's face, but he only lowered his back down to the embers, trying to read the smoke.

"Father." Came her small voice. As light at the smoke, but a certain strength weaving in the undertones. Carefully, and on her toes, she moved around the small pit, and rested her hand on her father's shoulder. He stared at her hand, but continued to work, beganning to chant in his low, gruff tone.

He never ignored his little daughter. Tiger Lily tried to push him, to nudge him. But it was like pushing at a rock that refused to move. Now panic began to settle on her neck, her russet skin prickling with goosebumps. She ran from the tent in horror. The Cheif had reacted like she wasn't in the room. As she ran through the time, she yanked, pushed, and pulled on clothes. No one made a sound, no one even looked at her. All deafening silence.

The Princess bolted again. To the one place she had sworn she would never reveal. She pounded on the tree, she ran around it, she pounded on it again. She even dropped down to the secret hole beneath it, and let out a warning cry. Her voice wavering in a tribal sound, something secret that had been between her and Peter. She was never able to scream, she was far too quiet for that. Instead, they developed a special call for each other, if one or the other was in trouble. The sound came out of her mouth, but there was no reply. She could hear herself, but nothing else. Peter didn't reply, he would have come. No matter how angry, if his friends were in trouble, he would get to her. At least Tinkerbell, as jealous as that mischevious little fairy could be.

Tiger Lily sunk down against the tree, her knees pulling up against her chest, her dark arms wrapping around her knees, and she began to cry. Princesses didn't cry, especially one as strong as Tiger Lily was known to be. But deep down, further than that, she was still a child. A child that had been ignored, left alone, and couldn't hear anything at all.

Red nosed, she pushed her hands against her little nose, and sniffled. Brown eyes looked down, and she felt a scream build in her throat. She could see through her hand. Holding it up, she was able to see the trees, the forest, right through her hands. She began to gasp, and turned, trying to scramble beneath the tree. Her fingers desperately digging at the ground, until the ground no longer moved for her hands. Like a ghost clawing at the ground, nothing happened. When she moved against the grass, the grass simply went through her. She was insignificant now, unable to move a single blade of grass.

There was just a simple thought in the back of her head. She was being forgotten, and indeed she was. What was her name again? Something having to do with a flower. She began to heave, where did she live again? What was her father's name? A final cry, a scream of absolute horror, a sound purely child pealed from her mouth. Before no sound, everything even her voice had gone silent, and she burst.

Like petals thrown into a fan, she burst, leaving behind the smallest, fist-sized ball of light. She could still see, and feel, but she couldn't remember. It seemed almost sleepy, and dream like. Without thinking of it much, the light began to move. It launched into the sky, free, heading straight for the mainland. She listened in the silence, veering off suddenly to the left, then to the right.

Still in a dream-like state of mind, what remained of Princess Tiger Lily bounced along the ocean like a skipping stone, before zipping quickly onto land. She was moving too quickly now, out of her control. Where was she from? Where was she going? The light burst through a window upon a sleeping Annie Martin. Without pausing, the light dove into the woman's body. The small bump of her stomach, illuminating in just the dullest glow. The sleeping woman took in a startled breath, before simply rolling back over to sleep, never alerted to anything out of the ordinary.

But a monstrosity, and a blessing had happened. The end of Princess Tiger Lily had finally come, alone and frightened. And the beginning of Andrea Connie Mathin began to form within Annie Mathin's womb.

[BECKET]