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Andrea Summers

"If I come off as a bitch to you, nine times out of ten, I probably am one."

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a character in “Those Not Like Us”, as played by chanelindistress

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Andrea Skye Summers

ALIAS > Shailene Davis, though she only uses it if the situation calls for it.
NICKNAME > Drea {Most common; favored}, Summers {Common; Usually invokes some sarcasm; used by most Humanly during formal things like meetings or to piss her off}
CODENAME > Metallica, she'd prefer Iron Goddess, but has been promptly ignored smh
AGE > 24 ; July 31, 1996
GENDER > Female
SEXUALITY > Bisexual
HOMETOWN > Washington, D.C.
OCCUPATION > Part-time mechanic at friend's shop & Bartender


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APPEARANCE

HEIGHT & WEIGHT > 165 cm, 125 lbs.
HAIR & EYES > Blonde, Blue.
TATTOOS? > None, as of yet.

"I tend to have that effect on people," is the very unapologetic response from the naturally full, kissably-soft lips. Though her seeming conceitedness tends to result in a few eye rolls here and there, it's not that Andrea can't back up her confidence in her appearance. Her very aura demands attention, whether it means inspiring envy or lust, or both. Her peaches and cream complexion is relatively clear, save for the beauty marks that can be found on her smooth back. Her hair, a mop of wheat-blonde curls, bounce at every step orchestrated by slim legs, gleaming under the sunlight with how well she manages to care for it. Though it's a wonder she's not underweight with how much she tends to forget to eat when she's working, Andrea's body is still something to look at, though she herself will be the first to admit that she isn't the curviest of the bunch. What she does have is charisma and a naturally sensuality that makes her eyes gleam just right when they catch some wayward beam from the sun, or her tongue peek out just-so as she wets her lower lip dryly before deciding to apply an extra layer of lip gloss.

Her fashion, though, is subject to change depending on both her mood and what her plans are going to entail. On most days, as long as she's wearing her infamous pair of over-sized hoop earrings and can toss her hair into a messy bun, Andrea is content to throw on one of the many bodysuits she pretends are shirts underneath an over-sized plaid shirt or sweatshirt, somewhat baggy but still flattering jeans, and worn-in converses to get by with. Maybe one day she'll put on skinny jeans, or even a dress - but the more interesting portion of her attire is reserved for when she has to work someone. When she has to really put on the charm. Then well, not only does her bravado back up her claims of sensual seduction and prowess. The form-fitting dress and stilettos do too.



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PERSONALITY

AUDACIOUS > unafraid to take risks, she can be frustratingly reckless, but brave.
TOUGH > she's resilient and has always been able to bear more than others would want to
OBSERVANT > along with a sharp mind, she possesses a sharp eye that not much can get past

"Why is everything always a fight with her?" Was one of the many questions her childhood mentor, Cheyenne's, daughter asked about Andrea. And Cheyenne, always patient even after the years they been apart, always replied, "Because that's all she's ever known." In truth, Andrea sees it as sugar-coating the fact that she's been hell-bound since the day she was born and the simple reason behind that conclusion is that Andrea is - no matter how much good someone else might tell her she possesses - a sadistic little shit-disturber. Period, point blank. Her sins are myriad. They range from the most heinous such as sending at least two men to the hospital, to the most mundane as convincing a sweet, trusting young rich boy that she was in love with him for the sake of getting free tickets to a baseball game for an entire season. She performs pranks such as rigging a coveted vanilla coke with Menthos-primed caps and changin the ringtone on someone's phone to "Eye of the Tiger." While some might think that from time to time (or all the time, depending on if your interactions with her consist of her more serious disposition) she is simply not taking anything too seriously with her blasé, blasé attitude and arrogant bravado, the issue is that Andrea does care. Entirely too much, if you ask her. She internalizes too much and with an occasionally irrepressible moral compass with the only anchor being that she's actually doing something with someone else (the Humanly) in mind, Andrea is a well of misplaced anger, grief she's never truly acknowledged, and self-esteem issues batting at one-thousand. But, of course, no one else would ever notice that. They would be too busy either fending off her ridiculous, blatant flirtations or trying not to kill her.

Depending on who you are, it very well might be an odd mix of both.

Audacious, flirty, and only a touch too reckless for her own good, Andrea is a mouthy little shit, bristling with attitude and smarting off to whoever is in earshot. Most of the time, she is relatively harmless. She doesn't follow orders all of the time, that much is certain. She has a quip and possibly a pet name for each and every person in her world. She gets an off sense of satisfaction - a sign that she's far more used to negative attention than positive - when managing to push someone else's limits. But that's the thing - most of the time, when she's gearing to push at someone else's psyche, it's usually because Andrea herself feels too there. Too raw, too left out on the line and open and defenseless, so she attacks - much like a scorpion, stinging at whomever comes too close to seeing her when not at her best, when she's not putting on the show of being the flirtatious, bold and almost lascivious curly-haired diva with wicked fingers and who knows her way around guns and cars. With the way she manages to sometimes cut, it's almost a surprise that she's not a telepath, but that's just because most people tend to believe that Andrea is wrapped up in her arrogance. However, for all she's loud, sometimes obnoxious and attention-demanding, Andrea is far more observant than people give her credit for. She's not just a fast learner as it pertains to anything machinery related, after all. When she's getting a read on a person, she's actually a lot more quiet, which is probably the sign that something's up. There's rarely an Andrea that people interact with that is quiet. Quiet with her is dangerous. Because she digs deep, even during some of what she wanted to believe were light-hearted jabs. As stated before, Andrea knows she's hell-bound at this point. She hurts people even when she's not trying to. Then again, she wouldn't even have the capacity for it if she herself wasn't hurting too.

Regardless of her own self-deprecating thoughts, which she drowns in nearly ear-splittingly loud, misogynistic rap music and tons of coffee to keep her animated enough to not have to deal with the darker recesses of her own mind, Andrea might have an outward demeanor riddled with unbridled toughness and take-no-nonsense realness in her blue gaze, but a bit of that intimidation positively crumbles once you get her to talk. And she can talk - a lot...if you haven't noticed. She's an indomitable woman with a fire about her that is bright, lively and dangerous. On most days, she's far more laid-back, though her laid-back consists of those aforementioned pranks and a few laughs here and there. She's fine-tuned to her ability to pull both men and women, resulting in a previously mentioned arrogance that acts as a shield to how much she honestly doesn't think much of herself or her own survival. She figures that her caring for other people and being the one to go out in a blaze of glory in their stead is probably her only redeeming quality, though one can question whether it is a sign of pathetic martyrdom or actual bravery. So, she takes on lovers she knows will never care for her, even if she eventually develops stronger feelings for them. She'll even use her body to get what she wants from others, whether that means information or to get out of (or in) some trouble. She doesn't believe that she deserves love and family, and all those good things most people want to fight for. Part of it is because she's never had any of it. Point being, Andrea is fun, but dangerous - caring, but capable of actually hurting people even when she doesn't mean to. She's the one who has no problem telling it like it is, but also not being prepared for how close to the surface her own nerves are when the painful retorts are thrown her way. She's got an issue with authority, probably has acted far more impulsively once or twice than what was originally planned, but all of that aside, she does care for more than herself. It just so happens that her loudness obscures your vision from how quietly she hurts.



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POWER

STRENGTH > Though she wasn't gifted with some extraordinary power,
Andrea more than makes up for what would be considered a rather mun-
dane existence by having both street smarts and the ability to
pick up quickly on things, especially when it comes to machinery.
In this case, anything regarding automobiles and weaponry such as guns.
Andrea is a lot more observant than most people give her credit for and
crafty, not afraid to use her charms, wit and sex appeal to get what she
wants.
WEAKNESS > Two of Andrea's biggest weaknesses are her own
pride and insecurities. She's not used to not being in charge of herself and
what she does, so she tends to have an issue with any authority figure who
is not herself. She can be hotheaded and stubborn to a definite fault. But her
biggest weakness is how insecure she truly is and how much she genuinely
doesn't see any value in her own life.



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HISTORY

Mary Summers was never in love with Joseph; that much was certain. She wouldn't even - if she were still alive in the first place - be able to say she had even loved the idea of him: a medium sized white boy who grew up in Southeast DC and considered himself a thug with connections. What she did love, though, was the fast life he provided her sheltered self. Mary had grown up in Northwest D.C., an area predominantly known in the city for well-to-do citizens. She had grown up a student at the Duke Ellington School of the Arts, had a debutante ball, and her parents were definitely not the richest of the rich, but their slightly upper middle class life gave her a handful of privileges that her soon-to-be baby daddy would never have even been able to dream of one day actually acquiring. What the life did end up giving her, much to her chagrin, was a boring existence. She played the violin and cello like her mother wanted her to, she hung out with the right people as her background would dictate, and she was honestly a stereotypical good girl whose only crimes consisted of staying out past her curfew and the occasional underage drinking that honestly occurred everywhere. Until a few friends heard about a house party in Southeast. And then...well, then things spiraled out of control.

Andrea would be the first to tell you, since Cheyenne had tried sugar-coating it when she asked: Andrea is the product of one night of passion where the condom had broke and Mary was too much of a punk to spend her Dad's money to take care of the situation the morning after. She had tried getting Joseph to do it, but considering all of the money he had been using to get her and her friends weed and other substances - combined with his usual nonchalance on most things - he was of no help to her. Andrea doesn't even feel any sadness now that he was killed a few years later in an armed robbery gone wrong (how do you call yourself a thug when you manage to get your gun taken from you in the robbery that you planned?) Needless to say, though it tainted their image, Mary's parents had both decided that she would have the baby, but put it up for adoption. Mary didn't exactly want what would soon be called her daughter, but in a last fit of childish rebelliousness, she didn't want to do what her parents wanted her to do. They didn't even give her an option. So, considering she would be eighteen soon, she moved out and into her classmate, Cheyenne's, home. However, Mary had already had a growing addiction to cocaine thanks to Joseph and once Andrea was born, she gave in to it. Repeatedly.

Which meant that Cheyenne raised Andrea, not the girl's mother.

One could honestly say that those first eight years of Andrea's life, aside from her mother being off and on affectionate towards her, were pretty good. Cheyenne, who was the daughter of an African-American Humanly member and who had also helped out occasionally since becoming a teenager in terms of providing shelter, had been running a hair salon of sorts in her apartment. Later, when Andrea would return to the woman, she would have had enough money to renovate the first floor and turn it into the actual shop to provide a work space for employees (super-humans she helped disguise as regular people) she would eventually have. But Andrea was taught how to care for her seemingly unmanageable hair, cook, and because of Cheyenne's brother, develop an interest in engineering. She would help him in the parking lot with old cars or helping neighbors with issues, handing him supplies and asking questions, sating a curiosity an interest that would grow stronger as the years go by. However, despite how much she was genuinely cared for, when Mary died of her second overdose, Cheyenne was deemed unfit to care for Andrea. With her biological grandparents unwilling to take in a child, a last minute punishment of some sort to their dead ungrateful daughter, she was put into the foster system. Andrea went through four different families in the ten years leading up to her ageing out of the system. The first was to a semi-decent family, though the fact that they had so many adopted kids only for the sake of the checks they received, dulled any sign of affection Andrea had for them. So, she acted out...and sent away. Only to be sent to another family with a physically and verbally abusive husband whose wife was too afraid to ever tell. Plus, if he raised his voice or even a hand to Andrea, then he wasn't doing it to her or their child. The next two were a bit better, though it's a wonder how some people even are allowed to adopt when one was affiliated with a gang and another semi-normal but with reckless kids who influenced Andrea's own increasing recklessness. Needless to say, that normal, apple pie life that any child would want wasn't what she got.

What Andrea did get, however, was an empathy towards super-humans and how guns and cars worked. The latter considering her last foster brother taught her how to shoot and how to fix cars. After she aged out of the system, Andrea didn't see any point in going back to school. She would need to take out loans to get to school only to have to find a job to pay back the loans she needed for the school to get a job. And she had never had the grades - or motivation - for college. So, a friend of a friend she happened to sleep with told her about a position as a mechanic at an auto shop that was Metro accessible, and she went for it. And she also went back to find Cheyenne, who would later connect her with the Humanly when Andrea nearly beat one of Cheyenne's clients with a wrench for verbally attacking a super-human whose powers had accidentally been activated in the streets. She's probably not the greatest ally the Humanly has ever had, but she's helpful. No one can ever say she doesn't know her way around machinery and even when it has been something she hasn't been too familiar with, she's at least able to learn quickly, an obvious sign that she probably could have done well in school. But Andrea's brashness is still an issue. She just doesn't have it in her to care too much, at this point.



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No matter what, Andrea needs at least
two cups of coffee in the
morning to even be remotely useful,
and always has an empty or half
empty mug somewhere near her
person during the day. Flirts with
everyone, even for a moment.
Refers to everyone with random
pet names. Is very touch-oriented,
or "touch-starved", so winds up
placing hands on shoulders or
even backs. Usually keeps
suckers or lollipops.
ASETHETIC
Large hoop earrings one can fit
their wrist through. Rap and R&B music
permeating the walls, drowning out loneli-
ness and years of pain. Jeans slung low
on hips, revealing a slither of smooth fair skin.
"i bring all the realness to the surface".
The scent of hot metal with the under-
lying presence of something sweet yet spicy.
Coffee beans grinding in the background.
i'm the violence in the pouring rain."
A gold cross necklace,
the only thing she has left of her mother.
A plethora of scrunchies on her wrist.
BASIC INFO
Face Claim: Jude Demorest
Hex Code: #C35817
Created By: The Writer's Voice
Character By: Girl2Fine2

(Also, thanks are in due to the wonderful
Εpιmetheus, whose coding is a big inspiration
for my own sheet. And Verix, who is also
a big inspo for coding. ily guys.)

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Halloween, 2020 ; Washington D. C.
6:00 P.M. Friday Night, Sixty Degrees

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Washington D. C. is a nightwalker, hustling through each and every day hoping that the sacrifices of today would ensure a better tomorrow. Politicians battle new legislation as if the very world would end if nutritional facts were more honest about their calories. Offices are crowded with people counting down to Friday at five, when happy hour turns to happy weekend. Halloween is no different.

The sky is clear save for a few dustings of fluffy white clouds shaded yellow by the setting sun. In the suburb, parents young and old chaperone kids of all ages. Witches and cowboys, ghosts and princesses, all of them herd together for the hopes of earning their prize of a full bag of candy. Others only older in appearance but not in spirit party the night away in tighter, shorter versions of the same costumes that the young ones pound the streets in. There is a wicked spirit in the air, but also a sense of freedom. This is the night that superhumans roam the streets freely, if only to feel like they're not the monsters here; the one day they don't have to wear costumes.

On the outskirts of the city, just enough for the taller buildings to shield it, is a hotel. On the front, in bright pink neon, is the words "NO VACANCIES"; to further the point, dozens of cars, trucks, vans, even bikes, are crowded the parking lot beside it. It's tall, at least ten stories, but looks almost like a ghost building, despite the liveliness of the people coming in and out at all hours of the day. Tonight, the lights are few because most of their people are out enjoying the one night where they don't have to watch their backs so closely. Still, tonight is special: the lights would flicker up again and the ghost would revive, if only for a few hours. Every Halloween, they always have a party.

Not so much a party, but a celebration of life. For another year, they escaped the discrimination that might one day kill them all. Every year they each line up to give a drop of their blood for access into the Underground, where the true Humanly headquarters lies. The first floor is strictly for living; couches and beanbags of all shapes and sizes are scattered in organized living rooms, a maze of curtains create bedrooms for those who couldn't find any room upstairs, and the other half of the room is a dining hall big enough for a hundred to eat. Below that floor is the Humanly of strategy and mission planning, where a young woman will sit slaving away until someone tugs her up to the party she's supposed to be hosting. This night is only meant for fun.

And fun it would be. String lights covering every inch of the ceiling, background music queued up, and a time to be human.