Name: Andrew Roberts
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Role: Weapon 5
Romantic Interest: None yet
Height: 6'3
Weight: 145 lbs
Weapon: Bow
Meister: None yet
Personality: Andrew is a bit naive when it comes to others and often gets into compromising situations due to his naivety. Aside from that Andrew is a normal weapon awaiting his Meister to guide him like a good weapon should. He is fun loving and sometimes a funny person if given a topic he knows about and has a witty comment which is almost never. He can also be described as utterly random.
Likes: Sushi, Candy, Sour things, and girls
Dislikes: Being rejected, Being Ignored, Feeling Awkward, Pain
Talents: He can sing quite well
Flaws: He is extremely naive and overly trusting toward strangers.
Fears: Losing his Meister
Hobbies: Singing and eating
Bio: Andrew's mother (A Weapon) gave birth to him in DWMA where his father (A Meister) was living and working. When his parents went on missions for Lord Death they would leave Andrew's older sister Sarah in charge of taking care of him and nurturing him. On one of said missions Andrew's parents were killed and left only Sarah as Andrew's primary care giver. She was 26 at the time and he was 12. Andrew is now attending DWMA like his parents wanted him to and hopes to one day become a death scythe.
Other: None
Relationships: Parents died on a mission and his older sister is the only living family.
Thoughts towards Other Characters: -----
Theme Song: Bohemian Rhapsody:
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...