ANDROMEDA RAE HAWTHORNE

the basics

full name ♦ Andromeda Rae Hawthorne
nicknames ♦ At this point in her life, she goes almost exclusively by Andy. She tends to reserve Andromeda for when she’s trying to act older than her age.
age ♦ nineteen
birthday ♦ May 21st, 1999
occupation ♦ Librarian at the New Orleans Public Library
school ♦ Primrose Academy
species ♦ Human
ability/power ♦ Air/Wind Manipulation
how the ability works ♦
Andromeda has the ability to control air and wind, and can cause gusts as well as manipulate the airflow around her. In order to do this, she must focus on the air around her, and uses that to shape or manipulate, as presently she cannot generate actual “air”. Distraction, be it emotional or mental, can prevent her from harnessing her power, and when she is under moments of great stress, she often finds that she cannot use her power at all. Using her ability too much often leads to her feeling physically exhausted, as if she has just run several miles. When she overextends herself like this, no matter how many deep breaths that she takes, she feels like she can’t get enough air in her lungs. For this reason, she takes small steps to develop her power, and is careful to not overextend herself, because she’s afraid that if she pushes herself too far she’s going to do something stupid like collapse a lung.
gender ♦ Cisgender female | She/her(s)
sexuality ♦ Pansexual

the appearance

face claim ♦ Lili Reinhart
height and weight ♦ 5’6” | 120 pounds
identifying features ♦ Andy has only one tattoo: a small alchemical earth symbol on her ribcage. She got it to remind herself to remain grounded, even when her head’s in the clouds.
overall appearance ♦
Blonde hair, blue eyes, average height. Andy looks very much like the typical girl next door, the pretty All-American girl with a bubbly skip in her step. She typically keeps her long blonde hair down, and with its natural wave. However, she will sometimes where it in a tight ponytail when she’s working on homework or dancing. As far as fashion goes, Andy considers herself rather fashionable, though she’s very aware that she shows a lot less skin than a lot of her peers in most occasions. Typically she dresses more conservatively, with higher necklines, looser silhouettes, and longer hemlines. However, when necessary, she can certainly clean up well, and has been known to flaunt her assets in a killer dress in all appropriate situations.

the personality

likes ♦
-Fashion
-Makeup
-Books
-Flirting
-Cooking
-French
dislikes ♦
-Bugs
-Rap music
-Cheap clothing
-Not being the center of attention
-Roses
-Shoot ‘em up movies
strengths ♦
-Intelligent
-Outgoing
-Innovative
-Social
weaknesses ♦
-Nosy
-Indecisive
-Impulsive
-Self-conscious
dreams ♦
-To become one hell of a powerhouse in the business world
-Flying
fears ♦
-Ending up like her mother
-Breaking her leg
overall personality ♦
The first thing that most people think of when they encounter Andy is “bubbly”. She’s a very lighthearted person who always has a smile on her face, and loves meeting new people. However, just as she can be friendly, she can also be cold and closed off, and it really depends on how she feels that day. While she doesn’t have the power of cold manipulation, she has mastered the art of the cold shoulder, and possesses the intelligence to let just about anybody know, in no uncertain terms, exactly what she thinks of them. She’s impulsive and reckless, often making poor decisions against her better judgement because it’s the first thing that comes to mind. She is also incredibly self conscious, and has a tendency to get obsessive over her body and her own health. Some see this as vanity, but it’s actually quite the opposite, and she has issues reconciling the image of herself that she has in her brain with the image that she sees in the mirror more often than not.

the history

father ♦ Bertrand Hawthorne, 54, Real Estate tycoon
mother ♦ Eleanor Hawthorne (nee Bradford), 52, socialite
siblings ♦
Lucius Hawthorne, 19, twin brother
Minerva Hawthorne, 14, little sister
important people ♦ N/A
hometown ♦ Chicago, Illinois
overall history ♦
Trigger warning: Mention of an eating disorder and hospitalization

Andromeda: noun
An Ethiopian princess of Greek mythology
A northern constellation

Your love-hate relationship with your own name started in Kindergarten, when you were holding a pencil tightly in your fist, struggling to write it. Some of the girls in your class had it easy, they had names like “Kate” or “Anne”, but you got stuck with the eight letter monstrosity that had left you so frustrated that you cried, a fact that nobody would let you forget even years later. You knew about your mother’s obsession with Harry Potter from a young age, partially because she would read the books to you until you were old enough to correct her on words that she mispronounced, and you also knew that your father specifically forbade your mother from naming her children after any Harry Potter characters. You witnessed the heated argument that took place when you let slip the true origins of your name, but apparently your mother had won since neither of your names changed.

Your sister was the first person to call you “Romy”, because her toddler mouth couldn’t fit around the complicated parts of your name. You didn’t hate it because the name sounded bad, you hated it because she was the reason that your mother went a little… off, as if she wasn’t all quite there. Something, some vital piece of her was missing, and she hadn’t gone to Minerva’s crib when she cried, leaving that responsibility to your father or some nanny that they had hired. There were nights when you felt a tug on your blanket, and a quiet little “Romy?” in the darkness, but you rolled over and pretended to be asleep. You knew that Lucius would take pity on your little sister, but you didn’t have the patience for her. It wasn’t until later, when your father explained, that you understood the fault wasn’t Minnie’s, that it was a weakness that existed within your mother, but the damage had been done, and the two of you were firmly separated.

As you grew, so did your perspective on your name. You started going less by “Andromeda” and more by “Andy”. Andromeda was reserved for teachers, ballet instructors, and your parents. A few people told you that your nickname made you sound like a boy, but you didn’t care, it was shorter, easier to say, and all your friends started using it. Even your mother did eventually, in that placid and barely-there voice of hers, but your father constantly referred to your by your full name. He was always the more rigid of your parents, but you’re convinced that you would break him someday. When your power developed, it was your brother that saw you first, creating wind where there shouldn’t be any. There was a note of reverence and fear in his voice when he said your full name, and it made you feel more powerful than you had ever felt before. You knew then, at fifteen, that someday when you were successful and powerful, when people spoke your name, that was how they would say it, and that became your goal. Your brother’s power manifested months later, and by the time he got to Primrose Academy, everybody had long since adapted to your nickname, though you were sure that more than one person had their own unpleasant nickname for you. By then, you had fallen in with two girls you had become fast friends with, and you didn’t really care what the general population thought.

Andromeda was the name printed on your wrist tag when you were admitted to the hospital at seventeen. It wasn’t how you wanted to spend your holidays, curled up on a hospital bed dreaming of your extra soft comforter at home, but you had collapsed at a family party, and the doctors had found out just how little nutrition your body had been running on. It was the name, coupled with a stern and disappointed tone, that your father used when you woke up. You weren’t meeting the expectations that he had, you knew that from the moment that you woke up in a sterile environment, but there was a pain you hadn’t been expecting lurking just under the surface. You spend the rest of your holiday vacation in the hospital, and together with your twin brother, you worked out the lie that you were going to tell most of the school about how your vacation had gone. Nobody needed to know what you were doing to your own body, except for your best friends.

When you came back, you became Andy again. There were no hospitals, no disappointed fathers, no vacant mothers. Only one person called you Andromeda: the first boy that you slept with before he left you, ultimately, unsatisfied. After that, you had a strict rule with the people you took to bed, nobody could call you by your full name. It was Andy, just Andy, nothing else. You continued dancing, spending hour after hour in a studio room as you stared at your oddly shaped body in the mirror, wishing that puberty had done you a few more, or a few less, favors. In the programs of the recitals you took part in, you were always listed by your full name, but every other dancer that you knew or worked with never called you by your full name; the rule that you had set for your hookups had filtered through the rest of the school, and you preferred it that way. When you graduate, your full name will be printed, and that is the name you’ll ask to have read off as you walk across the stage, with your head held high, ready to receive your diploma and your ticket to your dream, even if you aren’t sure what that dream is just yet.

the role player

alias ♦ Sara
age ♦ 24
pronouns ♦ She/her(s)
code ♦ ADMIN EDIT
other characters ♦ Cora Elaine Marshall , Sophie de la Cruz , Joshua Eliot Holmes , Piper Addison Davies , Mallory Nadine Butler , Sirius Lee Perona