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hitch witch

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that crazy your mama wasn't supposed to find out about.
//: andy cho ♡ cali wiccan, self-made calico cat lady

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AndyCho

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22 years old

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she's a healthy touch of lunacy. a dose of all things unbidden and emboldened, overlapping in the petite body of a body art addict. life's a mural in her eyes, and it starts and ends with the flesh cradling her bones. her tastes are limitless, scattered but undeniably brazen. a kick in the gut you stagger back from, wide-eyed and breathless and ready to turn tail from. she's used to that, all the same. it's a blessing, not a coincidence, that she's an " girl" because she sees her fair share traipsing away from her.

born in santa monica, california, andromeda cho wasn't all that acquainted with the popular companion called "normalcy". she was raised by a mother whom she swears by all accounts is bat insane. "i'm crazy," she would say, "i'd like to think pleasantly so. my old lady's legit insane, though. that's different." a fervent enthusiast of the dead hippie culture, her mother seemed to be the gateway to drug alliance long before pot was even legalized. this alone placed their household on shaky waters, waves that weathered her relationships and set herself and her daughter adrift. her husband abandoned ship before andy could even learn to walk, leaving her to fend for herself in a home she took guardianship over. with her mother spending half of her life either stoned or -faced, andy managed to fast-forward past the frivolities of her childhood and grew into something of her own.

at the age of 14, she was already making a name for herself. a fervent artist, she was the type to slink to the back of the class and doodle on her textbooks instead of cracking them open. her teachers one by one found it in themselves to lose faith in her, claiming the 'no child left behind' clause didn't exactly apply to children wandering off on their own. she wasn't exactly stilted, though. if anything the freedom granted her a bravery most other children lacked. she spoke her mind often, landing herself in a hodgepodge of fights or dates with the chalkboard in detention. a troublesome girl to her superiors, she held a simple mindset built on questioning the world around her. even now, she blames it on her mother's 'fight the man' regime, which admittedly rolled right off the tongue.

her tattooing job flew in by the time she was 16, opting to finally share her art with the world. she found the practice to be soothing, even a little intimate. there was something incredibly uplifting to her, as if each work gave her customers a small piece of herself to remember by. though she knew it was wishful thinking, the job definitely earned her a name for herself. and in a place as gaudy as cali, she was able to combine her funds with her family (most of whom were bumming out with her and her mother at the time) to carve a living. but as much love as she'd placed in her artwork, andy knew that it strung more along the lines of a hobby in her eyes. she'd get irritated, often times, at customer's requests. even more so when the flirtations she received began flying off the handle. "a man once asked me to tattoo my face right over his , so i drew a potato instead. he didn't find it as funny as i did." needless to say, she wasn't the type to mull over aptitude exams. a hither-thither girl by nature, she walked a line all her own, barely escaping with a ged before deciding to call it quits on public education.

Love is a flighty, little thing. a wonder to someone like andy, who always found it intriguing enough as a medium. she could see it in the eyes of customers who came in seeking tattoo sets of inside jokes. she could see it in the proclamations and dedications people paid her to ink into their collarbones. down their backs. around their wrists. there was something about it that awed her. "it's like being possessed, but you're just blissed out the entire time and letting whatever demon's insde have it's ing way with your heart." she wanted no part of it, but definitely found muse in it. she studied it in her free time. the predictability of it, the theories and practices. what the stars had to say versus fate's own 2 cents. it caught her so deep that she found herself whittling away her time in it. she'd give her friends advice, for a start, based entirely upon how well she knew them. but it wasn't long before her practice with the earthly realm became comfortable enough that she dove into it too. she held palm readings, all for the sake of proving a point. she offered charms, starting first with tattoos and slowly veering into homemade talismans for the fearful 'ink s'. by the end of it all, she was known to some as the 'cali cupid', but to others as the 'witch '. but to andy, only one of those names really stuck...

she began to embrace witchy life only recently, but consider her outright devoted. she's not so starry-eyed to believe in the hollywood mania of broom flights and talking cats. ironically too much of a realist, andy more so embraces the culture of it all than anything else. she muses good vibes and finds a unity with nature in the laguna beach waves and redwood forests. a castaway from birth, those around her only took this newfound revelation of hers in stride. "i can't predict the future. i'm not about that hocus pocus bull to make a quick buck. i just trust in forces everyone else turned a blind eye to." she built a business on it, though. steady as it was, she found a meaning in targeting the insecurities of those seeking romance. and it was a single chance encounter and a rather forward prediction given to a man who wasn't even looking for a reading, that sent her to the set of "love lockdown". with a paycheck all but quadrupling anything she'd ever made in her life, she was promised a chance to better the lives of struggling couples. she vehemently declined at first... claiming that she refused to be seen as a television gimmick for the media. but with the chance to pay for her mother's drug rehab and score an opportunity to travel the world, andy couldn't hold fast for long. she's a dreamer after all... free sailing, silver-tongued. with just a heady hint of rarity.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: i go by "viv" or my charrie's name.
TIMEZONE: GMT -6, yeee doggy das texas.
POV: DETAILED 1ST or 3rd.
STYLE: SEMI PARA to a healthy multipara, but novella me and istg you'll still be waiting for your response in 2020.
GENRES: the big a's (action, angst, adventure) + drama of any sort (pm me for my hard limits).
WARNINGS: i'm busy as ooc, not to mention i'm running the place... please be patient with my replies. poke me after a week or if you think you've been buried. but don't get offended if i lose muse (it's not you, it's hella me at this point).

i won't list plots below because, honestly, every character is so different and insanely unique. i can't think to squish them all into a pre-made mold that only really adheres to my character. if you want to plot, message me and we'll go for it (especially if you want to plot around their background interactions and relationships). but i really prefer winging these days to let our muse roam where it will. warning: i do throw in curveballs whoops.

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"well, aren't you all just a little ray of pitch black."

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not a chance in hell for a romance like this. it's not just "difficult" to love someone like me, it's pretty much impossible. save yourself the time, sweets. the cards aren't in your favor. i'm the coffee you drink to perk up your mornings, nursed in shivering hands beneath chafed lips. dark. bitter. a little too hot to be handled, bare skin, eager intentions. you're lovely, darling. don't saddle yourself up with a lunatic like me.

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