SANTOS, lyndsey andrea

[lyndsey andrea santos]

LYNDSEY ANDREA SANTOS

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Oh you want to know my name. Okay well it’s Lyndsey Andrea Santos. But you can always call me Lynds, or Andrea really. Most people call me Andrea, very few people know that my name is Lyndsey. Actually pretty much only Tony and Hunter know that or even call me any form of that. Lele is something Tony always called me. I never really liked it much. But if you ask my birth certificate my name is Yara Andrea Rivera. I’ve also gone by Cecilia, Tanya, and Maria. But those are stories for another time.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
Again, it kind of depends on who you ask. My original birth certificate would say I was born on January 7th and I’m the fine age of twenty-one. But well let’s say the world thinks my birthday is September 20th and I’m only seventeen. I guess I can tell you this, it’s not like you’ll go tell the whole world or anything.
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
If you must ask, I can always slide up my dress and show you what’s under there? No I didn’t think so. But I’m a girl. Or am i? Yeah I am. This body has nothing male about it. You can always find out if you’re really curious
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
Oh baby, we are getting a bit personal don’t you think? No you’re right we aren’t. It’s not like I really hide it from anyone. I’m a bit of a bisexual if you ask me. I mean the best of both worlds and all. I am a selfish girl, can’t get enough of either. Want it all.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
You may know a bit of me? I mean if you have spoken to Tony-bear or Hunter-boo. They might of mentioned me? No. Aww I’ll have to have a talk with them two then. Well I guess you could be like everyone else and think I look like Caroline Trentini I mean she’s hot and all, but look at this? So much better.

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
Why? I mean your sitting right there you can't notice the color of my hair? It's like a dirty blondish color leaning a bit more towards brunette but not quite there yet. I do bleach it now and then and make it completely blonde. My eyes are very chestnut shaped and a decent bright blue. I have high cheekbones that I've been told resemble my mother. Like she's really my mother. I'm really skinny, due to the fact that I don't eat much cause of the meth and stuff. I'm really tall though at like 5'11? I think. I haven't really been to the doctor lately, always making excuses.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
Well if this stranger cared enough to look he'd see needle marks down my arms. I have man scars across my legs from when I was held captive and even a decent size slash across my stomach. The leg scars you can really only see if the light hit it right of if you were close enough to my legs. I wear long skirts, dresses or jeans to hide the fact that things exist. They come from a sad time I don't like to think about. So I hide them. There are a few recent scars on my arms, from when someone inserted the knife a bit to far, I don't try to hide those or my needle marks. I wear those with pride.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
I've always been told my eyes stand out, especially when I have died my hair. The bright blonde and bright blue go very good together. He might even notice that even when I'm happy I have a cold look in my eyes. I've tried for years to stop that, but ever since that basement, that cold stare has kind of stuck. Even when I'm hyped up and talking to someone I care about.
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
If I’m not high in some way I often have a cigarette hanging out of my mouth or a bottle of rum in my hand with a coke in the other. What can I say? I’m a girl of many likes. I twirl my hair often as I think or if I’m reading. Pretty much if I’m doing anything that requires thinking or not thinking.
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
Well it depends really on how this crazy stranger acts really. I can be flirtatious and if they like it, well I may end up with some new cuts and bruises. If I've seen them hurting a female person, then i'd be cold and hard and possibly give them a few harsh words. Meaning they won't like me very much. If I find them usable,I'll be nice and charming as i try to reel them into my net of lies. If they are female, then I'd be naturally sweet and they'll just think I'm one big helper which I do believe I am.

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
I don’t know really, I guess I love to sit back and read a good book here and there. Using men is a great hobby. Especially mister Tony. He was fun. I guess partying and painful sex can count as a hobby?
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
Well a lot of this question can be answered from what I previously said. I like to use men, it’s fun. I also like Tony and Hunter, it’s sick in a way but the boys are one of the few who never hurt me. I like meth and sex. Painful sex to say the least. I like being dominated, even though I also seem to like to dominate at times. Depending the situation at hand. A good book is always something I take pleasure in, sitting in the bathtub and just letting the water relax me. Cleaning, I find cleaning very relaxing and do it when I’m upset about something.
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
I hate seeing a man use a woman, it’s sick and twisted, I know. Because how much I love to use and then I love being used. It’s strange really but my past kind of screwed with me. I hate watching Hunter hit on woman and usually confront him and tell him to stop before I end up slitting his pretty throat. Of course he thinks I’m kidding but I feel that every time I watched a woman get used. I hate needles, they scare me to death. You’d think a girl who enjoys pain would love needles but no. I like to snort or smoke it. Yeah injection is usually better but it’s just
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
Oh you like secrets don’t you? Well let me tell you a few of mine. I’m Brazilian for one, I told everyone I was from North Carolina when I moved. The fact that my name is Yara and I’m twenty-one is a huge secret I guess. Or one that if I don’t keep up will get me sent straight back to Brazil. My whole past really, the being abuse, being locked in that basement. The murders, really are all secret to most people but I’ll tell you them for now. Just keep it hush please. Don’t need to end up in jail or anything.
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
My best quality? Well that’d have to be the protective feelings I get when I’m around a girl who is getting hurt by a male. I get angry and sometimes violent, or I feel violent. I try to keep from hurting them because I know how bad it can get. With the whole killing my father and that man whose name I’m still clueless about. So I try to not hurt those who have hurt others but I do give them stern warnings
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
Oh you want to know my worst? That can be chalked down to the way I enjoy to use men in my own way. To gain dominance over them when wanting to be very submissive in bed. I think my confusion on if I want to dominate or not is really my worst. Not the using but the confusion behind it all really. I can never seem to make up my mind really. Though when it comes to sex, submission is always the answer.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
In Brazil I had a father and a mother, I didn’t know my mom so I can’t tell you much about her other than that she was a whore. My fathers name was Collin Rivera. Jorge, he was like a father to me and treated me very well and I will honestly miss him tons. My parents now, here in America are Alvin Santos and Devon Santos. I love both of them dearly much like Jorge and I would hate to harm them in anyway.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
As I was leaving to come here, Alvin stopped by a bet place to pick me up a pet. I picked a beautiful bet gerbil and named him Jorge. Why? Because I hoped he could be much like Jorge and a great person to turn to when I need someone to talk to about my days spent here in Hawthorne.
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
Well like many of these questions, it depends on the person you ask. I was born in Brazil, but everyone thinks I’m from North Carolina, before moving to Orlando, Florida. I like it in America, it’s nice and beautiful compared to the dirty places I’ve lived in while in Brazil.
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at Hawthorne?[/color][/font][/b]
Oh now that’s an interesting question with an interesting answer. I’m a sexual masochist, and I’m also addicted to drugs. that’s the reason my parents originally sent me here. Now that I’m here? Well I’ll tell you everything cause I honestly want help.Or that could be a lie? No? Maybe not. I’m a pathological liar and I seem to enjoy using people. I don’t know what kind of thing that’ll be under but I’m sure it’s not healthy to like to dominate people yet be submissive at the same time. You can figure it out really. Go on.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Yara was born in Brazil, where here life was quiet horrible, her mother was a whore and she was a child born of a man who she slept with. Her father seemed to care, unlike many men, and took Yara to live with him. To give her a ‘better’ life and all, not wanting her to be raised by a whore. Of course he was American, who moved to Brazil because he loved the country. She was raised knowing both fluent English and Portuguese. Now the first seven years of this girl’s life was the same as many children, she had a normal childhood. She had clothes, food, a roof and what she thought as a loving father. But when she was six, many people noticed the difference in him. He seemed to be angrier. Later she found out that he still saw his mother often and was in fact in love with the woman, but she had died of a disease that they couldn’t cure. Her father never told her what it was, and it took long enough to figure out that she died in general. But at age seven, Yara had kissed her first boy, her father saw. He beat the young boy before in turn beating her, calling names. ‘slut’ ‘whore’ saying she was going to end up like her mother if she kept up her slutty ways. When Yara got home she ran into her room in tears, he later came up to apologize and she pushed him away. Which only resulted in more beatings on the poor girls part. This happened until she was thirteen, but around the age of eleven she began to like it a lot. what made her father stop? nothing. Yara ran away, she packed her bags and while he was out she ran away.

Of course the girl had no where to go, she didn’t know what to do and she just ran far and far. When she came across a man named Jorge, she told him she was sixteen, her parents died and her name was Maria. He took her in and fed her, she cried to him. Not because her parents died, but because she was just so sad. She begged and pleaded for a chance to at a life. Jorge was an older man and he took her in and fed her kept a roof over her head. He never asked for a single thing, but when he died only two years later when she was fifteen, or Jorge would of thought she was eighteen. He left her his house and everything, but his family didn’t like it. They tried to kill her but failed. She escaped and ran and ran until she came across what she thought was a nice young man. She told him she was fifteen and her name was Ceclilia. She didn’t have to say anything else, he took her to his house and fed her. Next thing she knew she was sleepy then she woke up in a basement.

She never found out this man’s name but he kept her tied up and yes he fed her but he beat her like her father. He even raped her, but she would never admit that she loved each second of it. The way his nails dug into her skin, while she was tied to the bed, or tied to the wall. he didn’t hold anything back and she reveled in the pain. but she hated the fact that she liked it, but she lived like this for years. until she was seventeen. He untied her and she hit him over the head, hit him like he hit her, until he was dead. Watching him bleed out she bailed, again running and running until she had nowhere to go again, some how she ran across a familiar house.one that she lived in for thirteen years. She walked into see her father and the thing with theman who thought she was Ceclilia, she smiled and beat her father, stabbed him . Gave him all the anger that was built up. That was when she found out about her mother, she asked him to tell her where her mother was. She let her knife slide into the man’s heart and watched him bleed out in front of her.

Bloody she ran out the house to come across a newly-wed family, her tears were pouring and when they asked her what was wrong she told them that her father was murdered in front of her and that she escaped before she was hurt too, that her name was Tanya, and that she was only thirteen years old. She looked young, she always had, so they took her with them. They got her fake things, that said she was an American citizen named Lyndsey Andrea Santos and that she was their adoptive daughter. They took her with them to Florida. She was happy there for once, she found new friends. Seeing Hunter pick on a poor girl made her blood boil and she went to stop him, getting punched. She just shook her head at him and they became best friends.

With that she met Tony, feeling he’d be an interesting person to use and feel wonderful around for a change. And she did, she got hooked on many things. The thrill of using someone, meth, and alcohol. She dated him for years, until she finally broke it off unable to handle him really. She felt bad hurting him, but she was so addicted to him in a way. Addicted to the way he felt about her and she ended it because he couldn’t give her what she really wanted. Her parents found out about her meth addiction and later her masochism. Sending her here to get better.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
gabby
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
18.
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
i don't know<.<.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
lillian marie shae,amanda katrina tumlin, belle marie rowan, zofia lenobia chavez, natalia salone brewer(deceased), hailey tasha valencia, blake caden laurence, chase jonah alexander, hunter caiden jones, jackson david henderson, annabelle cassie bianchi, christian drew carver, tyron guy johnson, schuyler james diago, ashlin miranda patterson, jeremiah charles alvey, alex ray sanders, carson wayne jackson, connor davis jean, maxwell ralph sheppard, florencia erin reiner, natasha hayden cooper, daisy francine dorsey
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
blahhh i've been here kthx(: close to a year now;) just ask amanda
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
I LOVE PEOPLE KTX and eliza gave me permission..cause sd would of deleted it from my compy and i wanted it done already..cause she's fun xD
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookie monster. yeah i remember xD

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