[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ][ Andrew ]

[phantompanther13]

Character name: Andrew
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: here
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: He is the grumpiest fire demon ever. Also, he is a giant troll. But also has some wit about him.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Olivia/Andrew apparently.
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Jalapeno
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece?
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time?
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? arts, melted wax yes.
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? He likes quite creeple. He tends to find himself around people he can have a good verbal sparring match with.
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) (what good ones? Lol.) He is smart, and very protective of those he likes. He is also very patient with quiet cute ghouls. (but no one else.) He will stand up for himself, (far away from you but he will).
What are your character's personality flaws? Troll jerk, annoying insulting... the list goes on.
What is your character's favourite colour? Red. Yep red.
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: He'd probably be in war or whatever the one with wings is.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? As a girl... probably almost exactly the same, obnoxious and with a wonderful ability to get under your skin. probably would stick with loose cloths.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? He would teach math, and insult everyone instead of actually helping them.
Who does your character look up to? The great king Lucifer, duh.
What is a great weakness of your character? Olivia. his on inability to properly talk to her.
What are their favourite foods? Food? he likes salty, spicy and sweets. as long as it's not wet, he's happy, but the best is on fire.
Favourite fashion style? Eh, whatever as long as it stays on.
Favourite minipet? Wicks. they are lovely and on fire.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? Draco Malfoy.
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Dragon. He wants to be a dragon. He would be a big, red, fire breathing dragon.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? deep in a volcano some where.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess?
On his dying bed, he might, Might MIGHT confess that he likes Olivia, just a little. *cough*  

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84. hunger

Snacks littered the floor piled one on another, the wrappers empty of their contents. One of the wicks found one of the few crumbs and was licking the final amount.

It never seemed to satisfy. One hand draped over his eyes as he let his fire play across his fingers, moving back and forth. Ashes that were once books lay strewn across the table in front of him. Not good enough. Never good enough. Once the flames took hold there was nothing he could do but sit by helplessly. They consumed, eating everything until it left behind nothing but an aching emptiness. Even when he tried to stop it, he usually made it worst, only speeding up the situation.

It seemed to be the same with everything he did, everything he touched burst into flame and hatred, which was great fun while he was doing it but afterwards, it always left him like this, with nothing but charcoal and dust.

While his studies were going fine, his mother made sure of that, his social life had taken a left turn down into darkness. Back home, they all knew the rules, never took the insults to seriously, and being a little on fire was A ok, but here, he just couldn't seem to make many friends or even half way decent business partners. He really would have preferred the latter.

There was one person he liked, actually wanted to be around but...


He gave the books a glance, one of the titles, scared and blurred by ash peered out at him. The living's guide to the undead, the title once said. How soon would it be until she would meet the same fate? Would the fire consume her as well? Maybe it was more than the fire he needed to worry about. Fire was just emotion after all.

"This is useless." Another snack pack opened and he cleared the dust away, moving on to something that would actually get done.  

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44. Return

What was this crap? While he had left a nasty review, the Fanfic was terrible, it left him thinking and wondering. It was pretty obvious who had wrote it. (Really miss Queen, only you would make yourself one.) But why did it have to tap into something he feared so much… the image of Olivia burning before his very eyes, leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

Why did it have those words? Did perhaps Olivia confide to the ghoul in secret? No… this was clearly just to torment him just like he had her with Molan. Still. He leaned back in his chair and slouched down as far as he could tail down to a mere flicker. It worked. This whole school was bad for his health, why did he come back? He should have just stayed in firelands. It was warmer than this horrible snow stuff they had not long ago. He didn’t have to see her, or anyone.
Maybe he should just hide in his room forever.  

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22. Family

“I’m home.”

He truly hated winter, getting away from it for a while was great. The heat of home, finally warm… too warm, he had wound up stripping a few layers along the way, felt great against his back. No need to nestle into something to try and conserve heat without having everyone else on the planet whine at him namely Molan.

And he had missed his parents, the gentle hisses of demon floating through the air which stopped the moment he walked in.

“Oh, you’ve grown!” wings and arms swept around him and for once he felt no need to pull away.

“I was only gone a few months, and I was here all summer.”

“But that was so long ago.” His mother tugged at his wings, looking at the one place he really did grow. It seemed he was still working on the height department. Oh well, at least there was some progress. Warm fires, no need to hold back, he found himself leaning into her, he has missed her, the gentle, shy words, the good advice, whispering to keep going. Warmth drawn over him. Tentatively he allowed the flame on his tail to touch hers and mingle, a show of kingship. Her FEAR ran through him. Finally he was able to relax.  

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51. Curse

Finally, safe warm and relaxed, but he had forgotten. Golden hair. Just the sight of her sucked the breath from his lungs.

Dead eyes staring at him, hands reaching for him, water dragging him down crying for her heart. And it was gone the moment passed with a wave of dizziness.

The terrible waterlogged imaged was replace with warmth, power, as it should be. Fire glowing of her horns and relaxed poster as she nibbled at her cake, reading one last paragraph from the paper, the front page displaying the best showings from yesterday afternoon.

Few things escaped her notice, and his unusual pause was not one of them. “Andrew? Are you alright?”

“Fine, just still a little motion sick.” He swung to the nearest excuse, it was the best lie because it was partially true. But she did not believe, she had a well-honed lie detector made necessary from years of contracts, and building her business. Employees who lied to her quickly found themselves looking for another line of work or worst.

A reminder of the last one who lied to her still decorated the living room.

He tried to act casual and slip into his seat at the table, reaching for the snacks left out but those eyes followed him and he found himself shaking. Why? It was just a bad dream, and odd memory, it should not have left him like this. And she would never… it was fine. He found himself staring at his hands.  

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24. Joy

Christmas was in the air, Joy rattled through the world echoing off snow and ringing off bells. It was pleasant and nice and there was a giant Santa clause granting scarlings wishes.

And he hated it all!

While some had started frocking and started snowball fights. (The first one to throw one at him had gotten a fireball back… Jack them so much.) He had taken to hiding up in his room still wearing a sweater. He just couldn’t get his room hot enough. He had half a mind to either just go bathing all day or sit in Danny’s room. If she weren’t so busy lately he might have done just that. (Her business did not stop her from making fun of his coat though. He was cold, bit him.)

More annoyingly she had been in the holiday spirt, decked out in full gear and she was ready to pounce him last he saw her.

No, he would just have to suffer alone, in his room, begrudging the world. One of the elves had compared him to some awful thing called a Grinch. Strangely he was ok with that.

He really didn’t want to deal with all their joy stiff anyway. Jack that.