Andy is a through and through punk, and pretty concerned with how he looks. He always wears black or marine jeans, black jumpers with the anarchy symbol over a tank top, and an impressive mohawk, the base always black, the edges changes from red, blue, green and yellow. Whenever he colors his hair, he wears jumpers to match the symbol. He's in the same gang as Devino; scorpions, but higher ranked. His dedication is shown by an impressive full back scorpion tattoo, the tail going all the way down the front off his left thigh, the claws extending one over his right side ribs and one over his shoulder. Andy has his chin right under his lower lip pierced. He's got the words "Lojaleco, libereco, respekto" tattooed on his left rib under the anarchy symbol, and the words "Oh the irony..." in small letters underneath it. On his right arm he's got a black tribal tattoo that's half ways filled up with names in white. To mention some there is; Spice, Misho Erusha, Onyx, Tommy Flinger, Hayden, Becky, Marcus
Andy is your typical "Happy go lucky" guy. His life is messed up, but he doesn't sulk because of that. He knows his gang crimes might ship him off to jail at any moment. He's at a high enough rank to live quite comfortably though, and rarely heads out into the streets, at least for smaller jobs. He's a sure shot, and fights what he has too. He's also one hell of a free runner, after years of outrunning the police. Andy is in-tuned with what almost everyone around him do and feel, and his awaken senses catches more than most people. He's nice, but not reliable, and he never stops to think about the consequence of what he does.
Andy always carries a 9mm gun on his left and a blue steel butterfly-knife on his right ankle. He also carries a cellphone, about 100 dollars cash, one condom and one pack of minty gum. He's also often accompanied by his dog Onyx, a rottweiler - doberman mix. He "saved" the dog from police academy, and it's beyond well trained, and never on a leash.
Onyx
Andy was born in the "trailer trash" areas of New York, and raised by his very young mother. She had a thing with just locking him up in a room when he was to much to handle. When he got old enough to open the door and/or trash the room, she placed him in the back yard when he got angry, so he could cool off. At age six, he started climbing the fence, and was soon picked up by a local group of trouble makers. They saw a great advantage in having a youngster with them, and he has since that been raised on the street. Whenever he has been in to much trouble, he has skipped city.
There's only been one woman who managed to capture Andy's heart, and actually scratch it. He fucked up...
