The Actor At The End of the World

Andrew Hayes - 30 - Actor. Model. Survivor.

[andrewxxhayes]

(NICHOLAS GALITZINE, CISMAN, HE/HIM/HIS) ⸻ Is that ANDREW HAYES? Before the outbreak, the THIRTY-year-old worked as an ACTOR/MODEL. Those who have crossed paths with them describe them as CHARISMATIC, though pressure often reveals their VAIN nature. They are often associated with THE URGE TO STILL FIX THEIR HAIR IN A MIRROR, HAVING TO BE SUPPORTED IN ALMOST EVERY MANUAL TASK, STILL TRYING TO LOOK GOOD AS THE WORLD FALLS APART AROUND THEM, A PRONEESS TO GIVING UP FAR TOO QUICKLY.

Andrew Hayes was born into a very old and very wealthy East Coast family. They owned properties all over the Eastern US and traveled in very wealthy circles. Rather than follow in his father’s footsteps, Andrew left that to his sisters, who were much more ambitious and capable in management than he was. Rather, he became a noted child model, which soon opened doors to acting jobs when he was about eight years old. Becoming a noted child star, the roles and his ego grew. Small parts became leading roles, and leading roles opened doors to award shows. He managed to sweep the award season when he was twenty-five. Skyrocketing him into a household name. Andrew loved the fame, the press, the audiences, and everything that came with being famous. 

When the apocalypse came, Andrew was in California shooting a prestige TV show based around a hospital. It was chaotic; one of the last phone calls he had was to his family back in NYC, and then silence. He has been stranded ever since, confused, lost, and angry that the government allowed this to happen. Eventually, the hospital that was supposed to be the set of his show turned into the community he is now forced to live in; he hates it. Deeply. The lights, the sounds, the work, the fact that no one ever has any real privacy. He knows there’s another community out there, but he isn’t brave enough to risk the journey to it. So for now he makes it everyone else’s problem that he is there.

 

I. BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Andrew Gabriel Hayes Nickname(s): Andy, Drew, Hayes Date of Birth: August 21st 1996 Place of Birth: NYC, NY Age: 30 Zodiac Sign: Leo Gender Identity: Cis Man Pronouns: He/Him/His  Sexual Orientation: Homosexual  Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic Ethnicity: English, Greek, American  Nationality: American and English Living Arrangements: Community 2 Occupation: Survivor, Formerly; Actor/Model Education Level: Some college Religion: Agnostic

II. PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Charismatic, Confident, Athletic, Decisive, & Individualistic  Negative Traits: Arrogant, Vain, Inconsiderate, Presumptuous, and Opinionated MBTI Personality: ESTP

III. RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Diana Hayes Father: Howard Hayes Siblings: 2 Older Sisters Children: None Significant Other(s): TBD Best Friend(s): TBD Rival(s): TBD Enemies: TBD

[andrewxxhayes]

Andrew had decided that rather than go to his cleaning duty today, he was going to hide out in the library with Nathan. That had become one of his several hideaways in the hospital, and would he get shit for it? Maybe. Sometimes they called him out for it, and sometimes they decided it just wasn’t worth it. He hoped that this would be a time they didn’t end up caring, but that was yet to be seen. Right now he was thumbing through a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. 

“You know Nathan, after I wrapped up filming my hospital drama here…..which I was supposed to win an Emmy for, I was cast and going to do the new adaptation of this, Dorian Gray, that is. I’d already started practicing the scenes out in my hotel room. I imagine the script is still there….a shame it's not in the safe zone. A shame really, because I had a lot of stuff there I could really use right now.” Sighing….. “I would have done such an amazing fucking job in this….and then this shit had to happen.” Putting the book down, he looked over at Nathan. "Did you watch any of my stuff before we lost TV?"

@solar-salutations

[andrewxxhayes]

Abrielle had become something of a friend in all of this. Well, as much of a friend as one could be at the end of the world, in a god-forsaken, haunted hospital, barely operating. And they certainly never would have mixed socially if it hadn’t been for the fact they were both stuck in this place, but he was currently at the communal dining space, and Andrew was jabbing whatever they had put on his plate with the plastic spork he’d been provided, eyes wide and in disbelief this counted as food you could actually eat, and could even have the audacity to serve people. 

“Did the hospital actually serve this before you know….everything went to Hell? Or is it the military carting this stuff in? Because if the hospital was serving this and calling it food…." Grinning a little, he let out a small laugh as a thought came to him, "Well I imagine it was so they could charge people extra after that had to pump their stomachs to save them from it.” Sighing, he took a sporkful of it, and ate, grimacing as he did. ‘“And I thought set food was bad, clearly things could always be worse.”

@outbrcks

[andrewxxhayes]

Andrew had started his shift sorting medicines; it wasn’t the worst job they were forced to do at the hospital, but the fact they were forced to do any work like this was absolutely ridiculous in his eyes. He had heard rumors that in the other community they didn’t have to work like this, that they had actual houses with real beds. Letting out a long and wistful sigh, he heard the chair next to him pull from the table, someone else clocking in for their shift. It was boring as fuck, and it was daunting, and he could think of a million and one different things he would rather be doing with his time right now than fucking sorting meds. Sometimes he wondered if they would notice, if any went missing or if they’d notice he accidentally sorted something into the wrong pile. If they did, would there be a punishment? Sighing, he leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So Lillith, you were a doctor or nurse or something like that before all this shit went down, right? Was this like something you had to do then too? Because if it was, then you must like feel right at fucking home, or does it suck that you know even at the end of the world you’re still clocking in for your nine to fucking five?” 

@rottblooms

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