Post by xxStitchesxx on Jan 7, 2016 10:29:42 GMT
Do you attempt to Fight, Capture, or Flee?
>>Capture
You used Silver Net!
....
Congratulations, you have caught a level 42 Stitch!!
See below for writer's details!
Name: Andrea Jeanette Jones
Nick: Anna, Anna-Jean, Kago-go, Andy, Stitchy, Stitch, Banannanna, Stitches, Rosswood, Cammie, Ishua, Poppii, Pop, Candy Blood, Midg, and Annakin.
Age: An unbelievable 20. No one EVER believes me. {14/09/95}
Gender: Feminine
Mental Gender: Rainbow Dragon Kitty
Nationality: American + Russian
Heritage: Scottish, Irish, German, Russian
S.O.: Pansexual
Status: Cancer Patient
Talents: I am an excellent violinist, and I can play enough on a piano to entertain people. I'm an okay paper and pen artist, and I'm a decent writer. I'm an amazing cook (not even going to try to be modest on this, it would be a lie), as well as a baker. I can paint, a bit, and I'm an avid collector of languages now. I just learned my fourth, and am working on my fifth.
Religion: I find that I am unable to believe in any real religion. I believe there is something, something that we will all return to in the end, but I do not believe in any particular God. Or Gods. I find that too many things in this world are wrong, and too many things in my own life prevent me from believing. Because, if I did, it means that the things that have happened were meant to happen. Which is an unbelievable concept. It would also mean that if a god existed, then they don't care about us in the slightest. I find it easier to just believe in an energy force that created everything rather than a being.
Disorders: ADD, OCD, Borderline, Insomnia, and Dyslexia.
Personality: Oh man. I don't even know what to put here. I guess nuerotic? When I'm having a good day, I'm upbeat and cheerful and playful. I pretty much act like a fifteen year old from a cheesy anime. I will help anyone, I'll write all day, sketch all night, and giggle at everything. I'm particularly loving and affectionate, trying to lift everyone's moods.
On a bad day, I typically resemble an ad for lithium. I don't want to do anything, I drift off into space and I sleep for days at time. I get paranoid on these days, and also I turn into a bit of a bitch. I tend to get severely depressed, and its on these days I rely heavily on my friends to keep me afloat. I'm lucky to have people who truly care about my wellbeing.
Despite the kind of day, I care intensely about people, especially my friends, who double as my family. I fall in love too easily and I stay that way. I trust easily as well, but the moment its betrayed, it can hardly ever be reearned. Its especially true when its with someone I love, I tend to never speak with them again.
Likes: MUSIC, coffee, sunshine, chocolate, anime, fantasy and science fiction literature, Vanilla Pepsi, kittens and puppies, my family, the color purple, licorise, peace and quiet, violin practice, cinnamon rolls, autumn, writing, drawing, sleeping through the night.
Dislikes: Not a lot. Mushrooms, overtly religious people, undercooked or burnt food, and the distance between me and my friends. I have very few things I'd classify as dislikes.
Languages: English + Russian + German + Dutch + A little Irish Gaelic
Family:
Live With- Step Mother, Father, #1 Younger Brother, #2 Younger Brother.
Wished I Lived With- #2 Older Brother.
Other- Older Sister, #1Older Brother(deceased), Younger Sister(deceased), and Egg Doner (Biological mother).
Adopted- PrincessRosa, Link, Bell Kun, SapphireLuna <3
History: You guys only get a little bit. If I say too much, I'll get weird looks and no one will want to RP with me again.
To be honest, I can't remember quite a bit of my childhood. My parents tell me I should be thankful, because my biological mother was a heroin addict. The only real memory, that's truly mine, I have of that time was her giving me to my older sister and telling us to go play with the neighbors. I was four, my sister seven, and she was sending us away so we didn't witness her dealer stabbing her because she couldn't pay for her drugs. I'm told that until third grade, my sister and I were never forced to go to school, at least not by my mother. My father worked long days to make enough to keep us afloat.
By the time my parents divorced and I was seven, my father, my two older siblings, and my new baby brother had moved in with my step mother. There, we were all happy, taken care of, and treated like real kids. But it was also here that we fell apart as a family. My sister got into drugs by the time I was ten, and I got into fighting at school. My parents made me start going to see a therapist, which only seemed to aggravate me more. He diagnosed me with both ADD and Borderline Personality Disorder.
I was thirteen when everything really fell apart for me. My sister ran away, and I met a guy, and he ended up not being someone I wanted to be with. Despite his abuse and alcoholism, I stayed with him for three years, lost so much of my life because of one idiotic move. During this time, I was brought to the hospital for coughing up blood and complaining of chest pains. My doctor told me that this wasn't a result of being beaten, but was due to the fact that I had developed cancer. By the time I was free of both my ex and the cancer, I was scarred in more ways than one. But I was given a gift when it ended.
I won't put all of what happened here, but a few months after leaving my ex, my baby sister woke up from the coma she was in. We had adopted her shortly after moving in with my step mother, and after two years, she had fallen into a coma. There was absolutely no reason for it, it just was. I was just happy to have her back even when I was told I my cancer had returned. I had just had my second surgery when it happened. Three months after waking, she died horribly. The doctors, who had examined her weekly to make sure she was alright, informed us that she had had a blood clot in her brain that had broken.
Losing my sister, combined with struggling to repair the trauma from my ex, broke me. I closed my eyes and lost six months of my life. I woke up to find myself in a hospital, a long way away from home. I had lost all care for myself, and even after coming back from my black hole, I still refused to interact with anyone. I didn't want to eat, or do any of the things I used to. I wouldn't even listen to music, which if you knew me personally, means a lot. I had fought another bout of cancer, this time alone. It amazes me that I tried, thinking about how honestly I wanted to die.
Though I suffer through much, I've also been given much more. It was while I was committed in San Clemente that I met my older half brother. Due to the loss of his parents, he had begun a quest to find family. It eventually lead him to my father, his biological father. Upon hearing of where I was, he made it his mission to help me. And over the course of a few months, he did just that. He is possibly the only person in the world I trust irrevocably and completely. Being with him is like taking an antidepressant for me. I lean on him quite a bit.
My more recent history, the last few months that I've been on hiatus, are classified.
In the last two weeks, I have discovered that I must once again - unbelievably and frustratingly- fight cancer. This time, I have my friends behind me again, and although my doctors are baffled, I myself am beginning to feel a bit more optimistic. I have surgery scheduled for February.