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Gregory Andel

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a character in “Masters Mansion”, as played by TheMaster

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Name: Gregory Andel
Nickname:Greg, but most people call him Gregory

Age:18
Gender:Male

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Likes: Books
Quiet
Forests
Climbing Trees

Dislikes:Loud Noises
Bright Lights
His father
The rest of his Family

Dreams: Having a family of his own
Falling in love
Never seeing anyone from his family

Fears: His Father
Loud Noises
Someone bringing up his parents in conversation

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Personality: Gregory is quiet. That's the best way to describe how he acts. When asked a question he answers with as few words as possible, and almost never starts a conversation himself. However the few friends he had over the years say he is a nice guy, once you get passed the nervous silence. He is also a very good friend to have. He is okay with pretty much any form of cheating, and never minds when people ask him for help. He is also very touchy though. The slightest joke, even raising your voice a little can make him leave or clam up.

History: He grew up in a house of seven, two brothers, two sisters, and his "parents", and he was the youngest. Gregory grew up, always being picked on. His "mother" called him "The Shrimp" or even "Shrimp Dick" when she was drunk (calm down this was when he was like nine). His father beat him around, almost every time he saw him, and his "brothers and sisters" would make fun of him constantly. He couldn't do anything without being ridiculed or being beaten. Because of this he often spent almost all his waking hours reading in the forest that was behind his home or sitting in his attic just..... sitting. His grades were always top notch, simply because he would read whatever he could get his hands on. As he went through high school, girls liked him, with no prompting of his own. They saw him as mysterious or something like that, and they constantly tried to penetrate through to who he really was, but none were successful.

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Other:He has a large scar that runs across his chest up to his neck, almost reaching his cheek.
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So begins...

Gregory Andel's Story

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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: 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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Gregory lay staring at the ceiling. He wasn't really thinking about anything, just laying. He had been laying there since he had been showed the room. He often spent his time in this fashion. Not doing anything at all, just sitting, or laying, around for hours. He sometimes didn't sleep at all, instead he did nothing. Gregory didn't know when he started it, a long time ago he knew, but it always helped him clear his head, and afterword his thought process was ten times faster.

He didn't know how long he sat there. It could have been an hour, or it could have been three days. But finally the door opened and an Ape walked in. He wore all black, a nice suit in fact, and shut the door behind him. He stood looking at Gregory, who didn't move until the man stepped forward and spoke. "The Master has summoned you downstairs. You must get dressed." He then accented this by throwing a garment bag at him. Greg jumped up to catch the bag, and then unzipped the bag. Inside he found a very nice suit "Well at least you all have taste." Greg replied, before taking off his pants.

After Greg had stripped and put on the suit, all in front of the Ape who refused to leave, the Ape then led him out to the hall. Before they left however the man threw his arm out "Wait!" He said "You need your mask. Just in case." So Greg ran back to grab it. Then they set down the hall. The turns and random steps were just as confusing as before, there was no way Greg would ever be able to find his own way around this mansion. However eventually Greg found that they made it to a GIANT ballroom. There were people dancing, but he had no idea who they were and, quite frankly, he didn't really want to find out. "Thanks for the lift." he said to his guide and went to the left corner, farthest from the door he came in, and sat down on the ground.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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I walked into my room, closed the door and fell back onto the bed. And that was just when a man came in holding a long, red dress.
"For the ball," he explained. I nodded slowly and stood up, walking over to wear he was holding it.
"It's very.. uh.." I started, before he pushed the dress towards me. I took it and waited for him to leave to get changed. After I had changed, a woman came in, holding red shoes. She motioned for me to sit down on the bed and I did so. She slipped the shoes on me as another woman painted my nails a red color, and a final woman started to style my hair.

An hour later, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked stunning, I had to admit. The mask covered my face, and my hair was curled and styled. I smiled at my reflection, before leaving the room and following the man down the stairs. I was nervous and unsure what was going to happen, but I made my way to the ballroom. There were a few people dancing, but I only recognized two kidnapped people. The innocent looking girl and the annoyed boy, who sat in the corner. I thought about walking over to one of them but hesitated, staying a few metres from the door I entered.

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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-"

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Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Greg had sat in the corner for a reason. He didn't want to dance. He had danced only once in his life, and it had actually resulted in him getting the shit kicked out of him by some guy, who's toes had been mashed by Greg's wild feet. However when the Ape who escorted him down came over and told him he had to dance...... Greg did absolutely nothing. He sat there, and stared at the Ape until he left. Greg had that affect on people, he could always stare them down. He looked at all the other people dancing. Elitists no doubt. He though grumpily All high in society, and all part of this little scheme. That's when the girl came over towards him. No.....no, no, no, NO! he thought as she came his way, obviously meaning to talk to him. God damn it! Why couldn't they let me sit! He thought. But then she kneeled down next to him, and he was under her spell the second she spoke. That's how Greg was, he could tell if he liked someone from a simple sentence, and he could tell from her body language alone that he liked her.

"Um, hi. I'm Tess. Wanna dance?" She said as she crouched next to him. Her leg was exposed for an instant, which she quickly covered up, and Greg liked that. It meant she was modest. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's completely fine-" she continued, and the uncertainty in her voice was astoundingly cute. Greg looked at her for a second "Um.... I mean.... Yeah, I'd love to.... But..... Uh.... Haha I can't really dance..." He managed to say. That much alone was astounding, considering how much noise there was in that God forsaken ball room.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Dameon nodded, grinning. "Of course, Delia. I'd do anything for you."

He held her casually, not too intimate not too awkward, and swayed to the music. When he was sober, he was a fairly good dancer, but it was difficult now to make his legs do exactly what he wanted. "You lead," he told her quietly, "I know you can do it."

The song changed to a slower pace, and Dameon grin spread wider. "I love this song," he said, "Makes you want to hold someone tight." He didn't act on his words, though. He wasn't that high. But the emotions were getting to him, and he felt his eyes well up at the beauty of the truthfully somewhat generic love song. "Doesn't it? Doesn't it make you want to hold someone tight?" He spotted a couple just starting to dance, and voiced his question louder. "Doesn't this song make you want to hold her tight?" he asked the guy.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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I was happy dancing with him, like a brother and sister danced. Of course I took lead when he asked, I had often done this at home when father would leave, and he was on his high. Then he seemed to get all excited, and started talking to someone. I realized there was another couple close to us, I instinctively moved so I was hidden, by the much taller Dameon.Then brought my attention to his words. His words made me want to cry. My brother wanted love. I couldn't keep him from that, that would be just horrible of me. So I did what I thought would make my brother happy. "Dame, go dance with a girl you can hold tight. There are so many girls here, I am sure they would love to dance with you. You deserve to dance like that. Maybe they will play the song again." There was so much hope in my voice, hope that he would be happy. I pulled away slightly, giving him his chance to leave. "I will be fine, I promise. I have to go to the bathroom anyway." THe last part I practically whispered to him. I soon realized I did something I often did, when I was with those men. I put on a fake happy face, one that I wore so often I occasionally believed it. "Go on now. Father doesn't want me dancing anyway." It came out as a mumble, but I still held that fake happy face.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess smiled a little bit. "Um.... I mean.... Yeah, I'd love to.... But..... Uh.... Haha I can't really dance..." the boy said. "It's fine, neither can I. Apologies in advance if I step on your feet with these daggers that are currently attached to my feet," she said, gesturing to her shoes. They made their way onto the actual dance floor. The brother and sister- twins, presumably- were dancing. The boy was still a bit out of it, and the two of them were talking to each other quietly. The girl shied away from Tess and her dance partner, who she still hadn't gotten the name of. As the music changed to a more mellow tune, the high boy asked quite loudly, "Doesn't this song make you want to hold her tight?" Tess stiffened. PDAs were not quite a comfortable thing for Tess, especially with people she just met. She looked away slightly. The song went on, and Tess was almost half-wanting to know the boy's answer.

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Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess heard no answer from the boy, and she let out a half sigh of relief. She really hoped that the boy didn't hold her tight. Dancing with him was already uncomfortable anyways. In fact, dancing with anyone would have been uncomfortable. Suddenly, Tess wanted to be alone. Her feet and ankles hurt, she was cold, there were too many people looking at her, her mask was too heavy, and nothing felt right. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be a prisoner under this... Master's hold. She pulled away from the boy.

"I think I need to go somewhere for a minute. I'm really sorry for ditching you on the dance floor," she whispered apologetically.

Without staying long enough, Tess turned and walked as fast as she could in her high heels, and once she reached the doorway of the ballroom, she kicked off her heels, grabbed both of them in one hand, hitched her skirt up just enough to allow her feet some freedom, and made a mad dash towards the staircase to her room. She ran for one and a half glorious minutes... and then ran right into a pair of angry henchmen.

Tess bit her lip. Forcing her sweetest smile, she stepped back.

"Um... I was looking for the restroom, and I got lost?" she lied.