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Name: Andrea Williamson
Sex: Female
Birthday: 18 November 1994
Birthplace: New Westminster, British Colombia, Canada 
Nationality: Swedish/Canadian
Occupation: Graphic Designer/Web Development
Education: Vancouver Technical Secondary School

Skill(s): 
-Artist: Andrea has a natural knack for art across both digital and physical mediums; she knows how to pair colors, visualize how a drawing should come together, and whatever the fuck else it is someone who’s good at drawing does.
-Competent adult: she can cook, clean, and is generally capable of taking care of herself
-Top-notch bowler: averages scores in the 230’s
-corporate navigator: Andrea is especially skilled at talking through meetings, navigating workplace drama, and making a good impression. 

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[u]Height:[/u] 5’5”
[u]Weight:[/u] Variable, 123 when fully healthy. 
before the 12th, Andrea was a relatively normal 23-year-old. Brown hair down to her shoulder blades, usually braided. Hazel eyes, small, rounded ears, well-manicured eyebrows and eyelashes. Nose of moderate length, rather pointy. Thin lips, wide and soft chin. Small rectangular glasses, though her farsightedness is very minor. Somewhere in between slender and stocky, and overall in decent shape. Usually wearing grey jeans and a nice blouse, sometimes goes for skirts or dresses. Only if they have pockets, though. 

After the genesis of the twelfth, Andrea’s body began to slowly decompose; as such she will be at various levels of decomposition depending on when she last siphoned. About two or three days into the rot, she’ll look something like this:
 All around her is the stench of death. Her face is gaunt, some of her greasy hairs over it. There are deep bags under her eyes, and it looks like her right one is just beginning to cloud over from a cataract. She notices you and attempts to say something, but her body is racked by a coughing fit. Her voice is still surprisingly clear as she begs you to leave her alone, hiding her hands. 
“what is happening to me?”

“…what did I do to deserve this?”

Personality: Andrea was never super outgoing, but the friends that she does pick up almost always lead to long lasting relationships. She was also relatively accommodating and passive, not wanting to cause too many waves. She’s a reasonably generous person as well, within reason. If someone did wrong Andrea, she was relatively quick to forgive at first, though a few manipulative relationships have left her untrusting of people who don’t keep promises – she’s rather hypocritical on this front though, and rarely held herself to the same standards as others. She was rather conservative for her generation, though is still relatively accepting of deviant personality types; or at least not openly rude. 
Andrea is convinced that one succeeds in life through their own skill. This is despite the large amount of luck she had in terms of getting a job right out of school via family connections, and the fact that she is relatively privileged in terms of her middle class upbringing and in being white. 

Biography: There’s nothing really remarkable about Andrea, and were it not for the genesis of the twelfth, it is likely that she would have lead a completely unremarkable life, died a completely unremarkable death, and been nothing but a tiny cog in the machine that is our world. Growing up in a suburb of Vancouver gave her access to the vast entertainment offered by a city, but with a home more removed from its bustle (though still with some of its own). She never really excelled in school, caring more for her art projects, but got enough B’s to merit a decent GPA, and got a job straight out of tech school thanks to the manager being a friend of her mother. She moved to an apartment in Burnaby and started on her job. She’s been doing that ever since, and loves going to party on the weekends, as well as competing in a local bowling league. 

Power(s): 
-Constant Rot: Andrea’s body is in a state of slow decomposition, she feels almost no pain, and does not need to eat, drink, or breath – only siphoning can sustain her. However, she is also constantly sick, slowed by injuries/limbs falling off, and is physically horrifying.
-siphon touch: her touch (hands only) will cause anything that can to start rotting, wilting, rusting, or otherwise waste away. The longer she maintains contact, the more affected that which she touches will be. As she drains the target, her personal decomposition reverses, allowing her to eventually return to a normal human being for a few hours. If she goes more than a week without siphoning any energy she will die. At that point, it would take about 3 hours of continuous siphoning to fully re-normalize herself.
I have some ideas for power evolution depending on what path she goes down… I can PM them to you or include them in this post if you’d like to see what directions she could head.

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