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Published: 2016-11-20 10:05:54 +0000 UTC; Views: 439; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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A creepypasta OC made by my moirail Asher. He's also part of the Schultz group and is a friend/partner with Seth later on.Creepypasta Alias: Jinx Real
Name: Andrew Hartell
Nickname: Demon child, prefers Andie, Ghost boy
D.O.B (Date of Birth): August 14
Age: 19 Species: Human?
Currently Location: Schultz Manor
•Family•
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Brother: Deceased
Sister: None
Other Family Members: Grandmother (Deceased)
•Physical Features•
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Tattoo(s): A small arrow pointing up on the back of his neck
Scar(s): He has a few cuts running up his arm which he makes sure to keep covered (either using bandages or long sleeves)
Other Noticeable Mark(s): None
Physical Strength(s): He's able to keep calm while in a tough situation, making him a dangerous encounter.
Physical Weakness(es): While he can summon spirits, they're unpredictable and will attack anything in their way. While they help him, they don't necessarily obey him.
•About Him/Her•
Personality: He is rather calm and collected, however he can get rather cold hearted towards others.
Like: He likes magic, he keeps crystals on him whenever something goes wrong. He also likes the feel of cards and the smell of old books.
Dislikes: he hates failing. He hates working with the spirits as well but he knows there's no way of getting rid of them. He also hates the smell of onion (his eyes get sensitive and it makes them water)
Backstory:
All of his life, Andrew has seen spirits. They were the reason he stayed up late at night, and ended up tired in the morning. His parents never believed him, his brother didn't believe him, even his grandmother didn't believe him. No one ever believed him. The only thing they believe is that he was sent from hell. His classmates would pick on him every chance they got.
One day, things go too far.
The bigger kids would look for him, and he'd end up hiding from them. Once they had found him, he screamed.
That scream was what saved him. Because the kids had let go of poor Andrew, and their blood ended up on the walls.
This was the first crime Andrew had ever committed. His parents then had no choice but to take him to see help.
He was sent to a child's therapist to see what the issue was. Andrew hated it. He refused to take the prescribed pills that he never needed. He claimed that there was nothing wrong with him. But his cries fell on deaf ears.
One night, however, was different. He was eating dinner with his family and they were talking to him, hoping that therapy had helped him. Andrew said that he hated it. He never wanted to go, he said that there was nothing wrong with him. His family was offended by this. His grandmother told him how much of a devil child he was, because all he did was get in trouble. Andrew cursed at her, and then at everyone else. He hated how he was neglected even after he told them what's really happening. He then ended up getting violent and knocked various things off the table, glass shattering everywhere.
His mother and father held him down and tried calming him. His brother went to the phone, but Andrew wasn't having it. He screamed. And that scream was the downfall of their family. First his brother, then his mother and father. All of them fallen in their own blood. Andrew turned to his grandmother, who told him, "You'll never survive. Your a devil child and nothing good will ever come to you." It was then that Andrew had a dark look in his eyes, hatefully glaring at his grandmother before he watched as her blood seeped through every opening and every pore of her body.
"You're absolutely right. I guess it runs in the family. " He said as he saw her lay lifeless in the chair. Andrew looked rather disgusted at the mess, but that didn't matter to him. He had to leave. He went and packed everything he needed. There was no help for him, this was his curse. He can't get away from any of this. All he could do now was leave the house and live on his own somewhere else. Ever since then, various spirits go to him, seeking to be put to rest or to finish their unfinished business. He absolutely hates it, but he can never get away. He had gotten a tattoo of an arrow pointing up as a symbol that he was lifted up just so that he could be brought down. He's gotten various scars on his arms from many encounters with the spirits.
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