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Andrew Ryder
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Natural Leader: Possessing an intuitive knack for getting the desired results out of others, Andrew often found himself in leadership positions. Whether captain of the football team, head of a group assignment at university, or project manager at work, he was frequently thrust into such roles at the request of others, who were drawn to his charismatic personality and positive vision.

Tolerant: Hailing from Lubbock, TX where small town was more or less synonymous with small-minded, Andrew grew up surrounded by opinions and world views that frequently did not reflect his own. This served him well professionally, as he came to understand the importance of being a team player and listening to other peoples’ opinions, even when they did not align with his own. He freely admits when he doesn't have all the answers, and is receptive to dissent, so long as it remains constructive.

Athletic: Like his father and older brother, Andrew was born with a natural athleticism that lent itself well to sports. He was raised playing football, taught that a healthy body goes hand in hand with a healthy mind. Even after walking away from the pressure of playing football in a collegiate setting, he continued to enjoy the sport on an informal basis. He got into the habit of working out early in life and as a result, doesn’t feel quite right when he hasn’t hit the gym in a few days.

Romantic & Sensual: Andrew hid his sexuality from most until he moved to New Orleans and began taking college courses. It was during this time that he came to grips with being gay and learned to stop feeling ashamed for his attraction to other men. However, he did have relationships throughout his teens and the discretion these required forced him to find creative ways to express his feelings without betraying his secret. As a result, Andrew is quite the romantic, a master of thinking outside of the box to make the people he’s with feel special.
Fluctuating Self-Esteem: Andrew has always defined his self-esteem by whether he is able to live up to his ideals. He possesses a tendency to ask for criticism, more out of insecurity rather than confidence, always wondering what he could do better. If he fails to meet a goal or to help someone he said he'd help, his self-confidence plummets.

Fence Sitter: If caught between a rock and a hard place, Andrew can be stricken with paralysis, imagining all of the consequences of his actions, especially if those consequences are humanitarian in nature. This can be incredibly frustrating for those who prefer to have answers right away.

Holds Grudges: Andrew despises this quality about himself, but he never forgets a slight, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. He has caught himself subconsciously making decisions out of spite due to past wrongs perpetrated on him or those he cares about. When he realizes this, he fights this inclination tooth and nail, but that doesn’t stop him from remembering those incidents and in the heat of an argument, he’s been known to catch people off guard by throwing long-forgotten wrongs in their faces.

Doesn’t Appreciate Quality Food: This is perhaps his greatest flaw according to Derick, but growing up in the very confined, uncultured bubble that was Lubbock, TX in the 80s and 90s, Andrew was never really exposed to a lot of diverse foods. It can take some convincing to get him to try things that “look suspicious”, but he eventually learned to trust that Derick can do no wrong in the kitchen.
Nickname Drew
Played by Matthew Noszka
Age Forever 33
(October 10, 1982)
Sign Libra
Height 6ft. 2in. (187.96 cm)
Weight 174lbs (79 kg)
Occupation Formerly an Architect
Employer No Information
Species Inactive Account
Affiliation Formerly Gaia's Sacred Circle
Sexuality Homosexual
Status Married
 
• Charming • Creative • Detail Oriented • Jealous • Loyal
• Naturally Athletic • Polite • Romantic • Warm-Hearted • Witty
Growing up, the first thing people noticed about Andrew were always his looks and it’s easy to see why. Classically handsome with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he turned heads even as a youth. People would stop his mother and compliment her on how “cute” her little boy was or assure her that he’d be a “heartbreaker” some day. Needless to say, there has never been a time in his life that Andrew was not aware he was good-looking. However, as he transitioned into a teenager and eventually an adult, he came to regard this more as an annoyance than an asset. While first impressions are impossible to avoid, Andrew recognized that his looks garnered him a lot of attention and in many cases afforded him perks or preferential treatment that he wasn’t deserving of. This bothered him. He disliked being awarded when he felt he hadn’t earned something, as this generally meant his merits went overlooked, or more qualified persons were passed over. These well-intentioned compliments turned into irritants and it became a pet-peeve of Andrew’s to have his looks pointed out by someone first and foremost, to the point he ceased saying “thank you” in his late teens. To this day it remains a prevailing turn off and the quickest way to lose his attention.

As a result, Andrew often felt he had to compensate to combat these snap judgments and misconceptions. He did this through hard work and dedication to everything he put his energy into. Be it football, school, work, or his relationships, Andrew was anything but passive, viewing these things as substantial and important, not something to let slip away through laziness or inattention. Those who would later come to know him and be counted among friends, would often admit to assuming he’d be arrogant or full of himself prior to introductions, like jocks portrayed in teenage dramas. This couldn’t have been a more inaccurate cursory assessment, as they would later come to find. Dependable and caring, whenever his friends were in need, Andrew could always be counted upon to drop what he was doing and be there. Need a designated driver at 3am? Call Andrew. Need someone to help you move? Call Andrew. Need an honest opinion or just someone to lend an ear? Call Andrew. These were the traits the people in his life came to love about him and were the things they would recount when he was eulogized.

Radiating authenticity, concern, and altruism, he was never afraid to stand up and speak when he felt something needed to be said. If he witnessed injustice, he was quick to step in and say something about it, incapable of turning a blind eye. With a natural confidence that begat influence, he had a way of winning over even the most hard-nosed individuals with his straightforwardness and Southern charm. When it came to romantic relationships, Andrew played for keeps, never one to indulge in promiscuous behavior or date around. With an eye for the long-haul, his goal was always to find someone he could share his life with and he approached his dating life with that end result in mind. Romantic gestures came naturally to him and he would go above and beyond to make sure his partner felt cherished, encouraging them to pursue their dreams and assisting in bringing this to fruition however possible.

Since his untimely death, he has garnered a trait he did not possess in life: jealousy. This is largely due to observing Derick since his passing and being helpless to intervene in situations he disagrees with. He has grown increasingly resentful of his older brother, Vincent, who he feels stepped in and stole the life he was intended to have. While he chose to stay behind to remain close to Derick, he’s since come to question his decision, as the pain of watching him move on without him has been difficult to endure. Despite still loving Derick deeply, he has regrets about his choice and at times thinks if he had it to do over, he would have crossed into the Spirit Realm and left this life behind.
You came into the world on October 10, 1982. Your beginnings were humble, like the single-stoplight town in which you were born, smack dab in the heart of the Texas Bible Belt. It was here, surrounded by more churches than trees, that you grew up, rooted in a faith that ceased to sit well with you from the time you were old enough to understand it. You struggled to reconcile what felt like opposing concepts: a loving, allegedly forgiving God who demolished anything that failed to align with an ancient text in a frequently translated book. You were chastised for your inquisitiveness, told obedience to God required faith and trust, but the unwillingness of those who were wiser than you to answer these questions, only left you more skeptical.

Your home life was stable for the most part. Discipline was perhaps harsh by today’s standards, but you were never reprimanded for anything you didn’t deserve. Your mother was a school teacher, nurturing and loving by nature, the epitome of the good Christian wife. Your father was a man’s man with high expectations for his sons. Sometimes he claimed your mother was too soft on you boys, commenting she would turn you into “sissies”. These words would leave a scar and prevent you from accepting your true self upon first recognizing you were different from other males your age.

You idolized your older brother, Vincent, who was seven years older than you. In fact, some of your earliest memories were of attending his football games with your parents, cheering in the stands with a huge grin on your face. You were so proud to be his little brother. Your father was the coach at the local high school where he’d also graduated and played on the varsity team. Football was in your blood, people in town often said, and it was generally assumed you’d follow in both your father and Vincent’s footsteps. It was a role you were all too willing and eager to fill at first, but that changed as you matured. The pressure your father placed on you to be the best, to run faster, hit harder than any of the other boys started to take its toll. Losing wasn’t acceptable to him and he rode you and Vincent hard, his expectations impossible to meet.

Tensions between your father and brother would keep you dedicated to football long after you’d lost a heart for it. You didn’t want to disappoint him the way Vincent had and so you put aside your own desires and pushed yourself to rise to his standards. You became a small town quarterback cliche, a hero who brought home championship trophies. All of the girls in school wanted to date you, but you’d never been interested in girls, had you? Under your father’s nose you experimented with boys and buried the shame. After all, being gay was the absolute worst thing you could possibly be.

Unfortunately, nothing stays hidden forever, especially in a town like Lubbock. One kiss was all it took for rumors to spread. Your father questioned you about the things he’d heard, but you denied them and yourself, the man who’d raised you all too willing to accept a lie in place of the truth. You received a football scholarship to LSU and were eager for the change of scene, but it didn’t take you long to become unhappy, having pursued your father’s dream right into adulthood. The call back home to tell him you were giving up football was one of the hardest you ever made, yet one of the most rewarding at the same time. You transferred to Tulane School of Architecture to be close to your brother, nourishing a part of your soul left neglected for far too long. You’d always been artistically inclined, but these things were ridiculed as useless pursuits by your father. New Orleans couldn’t have been more different from Lubbock. You found yourself coming out of your shell, embracing the parts you’d been ashamed of, and exploring different forms of spirituality. It was this search to find a faith to take the place of the intolerant beliefs with which you’d grown up that led you to witchcraft.

You found yourself drawn to the idea of being able to influence the things happening in your life, to the notion of making things manifest through intention and ritual rather than relying upon a single, judgmental deity. You joined a local coven and began studying your craft, but your rigorous academic schedule prevented you from dedicating yourself as much as you would’ve liked. To make matters worse, just a few short years into your studies, Hurricane Katrina blew through the city, leaving disaster in its wake. Along with your coven, you joined the search and rescue efforts, and it was through this experience that you unknowingly come to meet the man you would one day fall in love with: Derick Gravelle. This would be but the first of many chance encounters and you’d later swear that Fate had continued leading you back to one another.

But before this revelation, internal conflict within your coven would lead to a fissure. Half, including yourself, would follow Halycon Chadwick, forming Gaia’s Sacred Circle. This choice, as it turned out, would be to your benefit, as the other half of the old coven would eventually be torn apart by discourse and disband. It was around this time that you also gained the courage to come out to your parents, no longer willing to live a lie or face their questions about girls during every visit home. As anticipated, the revelation was not received well. You were told you were going to Hell unless you repent of your “sin” and turned away from it. It wasn’t easy to hear, even if it was the expected response, but luckily you had support around you in the form of good friends and your coven. Two short years after this, you would cross paths with Derick at a holiday party and this time the connection was undeniable. You moved in together after only a few months of dating and became hopelessly consumed with one another. You knew you wanted to marry him long before marriage was even a possibility for the two of you. From the moment you were able to propose, you knew the pair of you would spend the rest of your lives together. What you didn’t know was how short the rest of your life would be.

The bullet that tore through you on the day of your wedding was fatal, but you clung to life until it was pried from your fingers by your own weak body. While standing at the crossroad between this world and the next, you couldn’t bring yourself to go into the light. You watched Derick grieving your loss and you knew you had to stay. The chance to leave the Physical Realm came and went; it was only then that you realized how hard this sort of existence would be. Watching him mourn had been difficult, but watching him move on with your brother was torture. Observing the way Vincent mistreated him made you burn inside and you learned how to absorb and harness energy to express your rage. You pushed objects over, caused lights to flicker, anything to make your presence known. These things went mostly unnoticed or were chalked up to strange coincidences. Although, Vincent once joked facetiously to a group of guests that he and Derick “have a ghost”.

The more time passed, the more determined you became to make contact somehow, if for no other reason than to express your disapproval of the relationship. You found yourself growing increasingly resentful of your brother who, for all intents and purposes, had taken your place without shame or regard. You knew your feelings were unfair, especially when you and Derick had no hope of being together, but of all the people in the world, why had he chosen him? You began to search for ways, possibilities that would enable you to connect with Derick once more, and soon you found the path, the only path for you.

It required deception, which did not sit well with you. For a long time you agonized over whether or not to go through with it. You had always been the honest sort, not one to prey on people’s weaknesses, or take advantage of their kindness, so when you sought out a guide-witch familiar pair and plead your case to set things right with your husband, you felt guilt swell inside of you. They agreed to help, to allow you to enter the witch’s body temporarily to speak with Derick. It had taken you awhile to find the right duo for this task. The witch in question couldn’t be too advanced in their craft to create problems for you, but advanced enough to accomplish the mediumship spell with the help of his guide.

Once the ritual was complete, your soul transferred into what was intended to be a temporary body, you physically overpowered the guide and made your escape. Had you had it in you to kill her, the witch’s body would have been yours permanently, a new chance at life, but you could never bring yourself to do such a thing. Instead you made a run for it, driving back to New Orleans in the witch’s car. You would have to lay low, the guide would come looking for her witch familiar. On borrowed time, you set out to find Derick, hoping to convince him of the lengths to which you’d gone to see him again.
HUSBAND
Solitary Witch
Head Chef at Vessel NOLA


Older Brother
Human
Physician at Tulane Medical Center
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