Description

Personality

Adventerous.

Down-to-earth.

Always willing to enjoy a good joke.

Protective of his family and loved ones.

Little sister's best friend.

Always wanting to trying new and exciting things.

Friend for life.

Heart on his sleeve, pants on the fan.

History

Andrew Villareal was born in his small home town on April 1st of 1993.

His father, Daniel Villareal, was a drunk, and utterly useless pile of filth (if you ask Andrew) who was only ever good for bringing in the remains of his meager paycheck after a night at the bar in order to feed the three other members of the family. However, Andrew only ever had to put up with him until he was four years old. Three days after Andrew's birthday, his father stumbled out of a bar blind drunk, and straight in to oncoming traffic where he was hit by a speeding truck. He was dead before somebody could even call 911. The man had been an abusive prick who had beat Andrew and who had most likely just been counting the days until he could do as he wished with his little sister, Amanda. So it goes without saying that he didn't miss his father. However, Andrew's mother Maggie did, and slipped in to drunken depression. By the time Andrew was seven, he practically had to take care of the family himself. Yet somehow he still found time for friends. When he could, he took up skating with friends from school, and wherver he went his sister Amanda followed. The two were nigh inseperable, despite the crazy things Andrew started doing as he got older. Once his mom had managed to pull herself out of her drunken sadness, he had more time to himself, and he soon became known as "Last Words" amongst his friends. Of course this wasn't some ominous title because he beat people up or anything Hollywood like that. He was just, as one friend so tactfully described him, a "heart on the sleeve, pants on the fan kind of guy" who was willing to do anything if you dared him to. It lead to incredibly interesting stores that are far too long for this small allotment of text to cover. Everything from jumping a trio of police cruisers, to a rather steamy evening in a monastary with a young nun-to-be, and it seemed like he never knew when to quit. Yet he was still protective and loving of his sister, yet he never let anybody know something that plagued him. Ever since he had been eight, he had an . . . ability. At first, it came in the night, when he was sleeping, and would wind up falling through his bed to the floor. Yet as he got older, he learned to control this strange ability. He could somehow change his own body to be able to walk straight through solid objects, totally unharmed. However, he could tell almost nobody. Even his younger sister Amanda couldn't know. The only people he could trust were the tightly knit members of his friends.

Feeling he could trust them, he made them swear under oath to never tell anybody of his power, and in return he kept the promise.

Yet now he can feel the strain, and he knows some of the others feel it out there, too. Is somebody going to crack and tell the world about them?