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Andrew Parker

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a character in “Masters Mansion”, originally authored by Natzalia, as played by tearsofblood#

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Name: Andrew Parker
Nickname: Drew
Age: 19
Gender: Male
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Likes: dark colors, dogs, candles
Dislikes: spiders, big cats (lions and tigers), blood
Dreams: being a pro American football player, being a UFC fighter, teaching history class in high school
Fears: the dark, blood, snakes
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Personality: Drew is a bad character. He doesn't like people, and he'll let you know it. Drew will be the one to start a fight, and the one to end it.
History: Drew grew up in a normal house with a seemingly normal family. When he was 17, he was driving while smoking marijuana, and he hit a woman while she was crossing the street. He killed her, and Drew hasn't been the same since.
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Other: Once you get through the tough exterior, Drew is a big teddy bear.
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So begins...

Andrew Parker's Story

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker

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I had my arms tightly around Alison, my beautiful half sister. "Stay close to me, Ali," I ordered, my mask already over my face. As I got out of the car, I kept my arm around her shoulders. I looked up at the mansion, and a man tried to take her away from me. "Back off, buddy!" I growled, tightening my grip around my sisters shoulders. Soon, Ali was ripped from my arms, and I threw a punch at the guy closest to me. "Ali! Alison!" I grabbed for her again, but a man hit me in the stomach. "Hey! Ass!" I started fighting them again, trying to get back to my sister. I hated the people keeping me from her. I needed to protect her. She was my life, the only woman who mattered. "Alison!"

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker

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I glance over at my brother, Andrew, not speaking. The whole journey had been full of silence, both of us unsure of what to say. Butterflies flew in a swarm around my stomach, a constant reminder of where we were going. The car started to slow down, and I realized that we were supposed to place our masks on. I slipped the mask on, which I had been messing with on my lap, something to keep my hands occupied.
"Well," I said, my shaky voice betraying the fact that I was nervous. "I guess this is it." I lanced down at my outfit, before looking up at my brother.
"Stay close to me, Ali," he ordered, though I had been planning to anyway. I nodded as he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the car.

We walked up to the mansion where a man came over, and started pulling me away from Drew. Andrew pulled me closer, but I was pulled away. I could hear him yelling my name.
"Drew!" I called out. I felt sick. All this pushing around reminded me of my father, and it made me want to take a breath, or get sick, or faint. Or maybe all three at the same time. I was suddenly glad for the mask as my eyes started to tear up.
"Andrew!" I called again, my voice cracking at the end. I started to shove through, but someone gripped my arm tightly, tugging me back. I soon realized it was useless and gave up, letting myself be dragged off.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Gregory Andel

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Gregory hadn't spoken a word since he had been kidnapped, and his kidnappers seemed happy about that. When they had finally arrived, the man sitting across the seat from him slid out of the car and opened the door for Gregory. Gregory looked at the other giant of a man in the car and then got out of the car himself. As he stood he found that he was standing in front of a mansion of sorts. It was rather large, but still seemed very homely. Greg's eyes were immediately drawn to the expansive forest that surrounded the mansion though. It was a nice forest. "Put your mask on kid." the ape next to him whispered with a small hint of malice in his voice. Gregory looked down at the mask in his hand, it was a simple black thing that he had chosen from a collection the apes had provided. He slid it over his face and tied the black string around his face to hold it there. "Thanks for the ride." Gregory mumbled, then he walked towards the mansion, accompanied by his goon squad.

It wasn't until after Gregory had started moving towards the mansion that he noticed other people moving from cars that were identical to the one he had just left. In fact most of the other ones had two people getting out of them, or so it seemed. Am I the only one here who doesn't have any real brothers or sisters? Gregory thought to himself as he walked forward, but looked at the people. Suddenly a large fight broke out among one of the pairs of two. Apparently a brother didn't want to be separated from his sister, and was willing to fight for it. Gregory watched as the guy was ruthlessly thrown around by the men surrounding him, and his sister was taken from him despite his best efforts. Why fight? Greg though If they wanted to hurt us, they'd have knocked us out for the ride over here. He shook his head and continued forward. Finally he came to the front steps of the mansion. He looked at his goons, who had placed one hand on each of Greg's shoulders. "We'll wait for the others." One of them said in a deep baritone. Greg nodded and let his eyes wander to the windows of the mansions. He thought about how his life could get any worse, but then again he thought I'd rather this than being back with my "family".... Maybe they'll do me a favor and just kill me?

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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(I dont think the others are on right now. I dont want you guys to have to suffer, so we will just continue.)

Welcome, Children! Iam so glad you have arrived. Some of us are running late, so we will just have a little bit of fun. When they arrive we will continue as planned. Until then, I would like the lovely ladies to follow Jerome up to your floor. Jerome wave your hand high, so the ladies can see it. Alright, you may be off now, to the third floor. Now for our handsome heros, If you would follow Alexander he will show you to your floor. Now dont go wandering off of your floor, unless to a lower floor event. Alexander do the same as Jerome, show them to the second floor. I hope you all enjoy your stay, there will be arrangements for you to do things on your floor.

I saw the fight break out and the man scared me. I felt like huddling in the corner. His anger reminded me so much of my father. The poor girl, must have been his sister. She seemed so scared, then she just stopped. I felt my breaths quicken, my stomach lurch, and my hands get clammy. I felt that falling feeling again, but it lasted a while so I knew it was just a feeling. Then I heard a voice and it frightened me. I realized it was the man who kidnapped us. I looked around for Dameon, I wanted to see him before I left, so I didn't immediately follow when the guy started walking away. I saw him all fuzzy standing at the top of the steps. I ran over to him and latched on. "I love you so much Dameon. At the events, find me please. I dont want to be stuck with that guy." I motioned towards the man who was still screaming.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker

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I was eventually restrained and pulled away from my sister, my outfit now in a state of disarray. "Where are you ass holes taking my sister!?" I yelled, pushing the guy next to me off of me. They were leading me up a flight of stairs, and I really didn't like that. "Oh no. I'm not following anyone anywhere until you all tell me where I'm going!" They responded by shoving me harder, and I went upstairs. "Fine, you win for now. But just wait until later!" I growled. I hated being pushed around. I was pushed into a room, and dimly lit room and I sat in the first chair I found. If they were going to force me to be here, I would fight it all the way.

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Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel

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Gregory watched his fellow kidnapping victims being hustled to the stairs. The girls cried and the guys were being pushed over to where Gregory stood. One, the fighter, was pushed and pulled into the mansion immediately after the seemingly magical voice told them the laydown. But the other guy, who was obviously on some type of drug, had stumbled up the steps and had waited there. Gregory didn't enjoy either of these young men. One was the the exact opposite of everything Gregory believed in, and the other was most likely a drug addict, which reminded Gregory too much of his older brother Stan, who did cocaine on a regular basis. Not that the girls seem much better Gregory thought. He hated crying, almost as much as he hated loud noises.... Or at least crying in public. It had always been Greg's dream to hold a girl while she cried into his chest... Odd, he knew, but he just wanted to know that someone else was vulnerable. That someone else understood what he had gone through. But no. These girls seemed like all the others. Stuck up, loud, and whiny. Oh well.... It's better than my life back home, and who knows? Maybe one of them will surprise me?

Gregory followed the one that was apparently called Alexander, one of his grunts actually. He led the group of boys through what seemed like a maze of corridors and stairs. Up ahead Greg could hear the Fighter being pushed forward. Finally after going up four flights of stairs and around an infinite number of corners Greg was stopped in front of an open door. After he looked at the Ape who had stopped him, then into the room, he took a step into the room. "You will be summoned when you may leave this floor." The Ape said, and then the door slammed behind him. Greg looked around his room. It was spectacular.

The room had three walls, covered in bookshelves. However there were only three books, and they were immediately above the bed, which was a simple white linen covered single, in the right hand corner away from the door. The lights above his head all looked like candles, that floated of their own free will. Only after closer inspection did Greg see the strings attaching them to the ceiling. The shed a very warm light, that was enough to see by, but not too bright. There was a desk in the left hand corner away from the door with five drawers, one of which had a key hole. Greg walked over to it and put the key that sat on top of the desk in his vest pocket. I could live here he thought. He walked to the bed and looked at the books. One was an apparent map and history of the mansions, another was a self help book, and the third was a guide to "picking up chicks." Looking back at the wall with the door in it Gregory laid down on the bed. I could definitely live here.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess saw the two pretty girls from earlier, the very calm boy, and the boy who appeared to be high. She had no idea where the angry boy was. One of the big men that had taken her to the mansion came up to her. "Excuse me, miss, but you must find someone to dance with." She looked around the ballroom and saw that the other kidnappees were being told similar things. The high boy and his sister paired up immediately, and I figured that the other girl would want to dance with her brother. That left the excessively calm boy. She tentatively walked over to him and crouched down next to him. She pulled her skirt over her exposed leg and inwardly cursed the slit in her skirt. "Um, hi. I'm Tess. Wanna dance?" Tess cringed at her utter awkwardness. No wonder she hadn't gotten a date for prom. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's completely fine-"