Character: Andrew Wells.
Series:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Character Age: 21.
Canon: Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, chosen to fight back the supernatural darkness... with a little help from her friends. Andrew Wells is one of these 'Scoobies', though it takes seven seasons and a redemption arc to get him there. Originally a member of the trio of evil nerds who attack the Slayer, Andrew must flee to Mexico to escape charges of bank robbery and accessory to murder. He returns only to be caught up in an Apocalypse and recruited to help the Slayer fight. Though he annoys his former nemesisisisises to tears, he provides enough fodder for geeky jokes that he never gets Jossed.
A quintessential fanboy, Andrew obsesses over anything from Star Trek to Lord of the Rings to James Bond - he's like a WoW nerd, but without much wow. Living in a fantasy world means he tries very hard to be something he's not, but his immature and sometimes cowardly nature usually shows through. Andrew is easily swayed by dramatics or threats. Though he is forced to mature over the course of the series, Andrew is often caught up in daydreams and loves to 'objectively' narrate the action, to the exasperation of those whose lives his camera is intruding on.
Sample Post:
Come with me now, gentle viewers, on a journey into the dark and angst-ridden swamps of Louisiana, to attend a gathering of fans unlike any other. I, your humble narrator, shall be your guide as I record the first ever convention at Camp, uh, Camp... Eff You Die. Um, as you can see, people here enjoy pretending to be their favorite characters, often at the expense of more practical concerns such as food or sleep. I'm just gonna assume the cosplay competition has already started. Perhaps now we can answer, at least in spirit, the age-old question which has plagued humanity - in a fight between Superman and Yoda, who would win?
If we're quiet, we may be able to get a close-up of some of the rare Louisiana wildlife. This gorilla's purple fur is a warning to would-be predators, who roam the landscape in herds of white vans. And over here, there's uh. Holy cats! I knew I didn't memorize the Zombie Survival Guide for nothing! E-excuse me, sir, could I maybe get you to hold this while I interact with-
Hey! Watch the camcorder! Newsflash, dude, highschool is over. Like, don't make me go all Hulk on your ass, okay? To disclaim, I'm talking comics Hulk and not the lame-ass movie adaption, though Jennifer Connelly is a remarkably versatile actor, and Eric Bana clearly has a rigorous work-out schedule... wouldn't you agree?
Ow! Ow ow owie! Stop it! I- okay, all right, you've twisted my arm, just tell me what you want. Is it a lackey? 'Cause my minioning days are over. B-but don't hurt me again! I can help you, I just don't do evil stuff anymore, like killing people or- or listening to Britney Spears. I won't wear a red shirt, but if you want someone to draw up all your plans for, I dunno, World Domination on a big board, or maybe gloat ineffectually while the hero escapes? I am totally your man. Or I could be your autobiographer, you look like you have a story to tell; a man who once fought on the side of good, lured back to the Dark Side of the Force by a single moment of weakness. I can hum the Imperial March - I'll even hit the high notes, listen!
Wait, where are you going? You can't just destroy my camera and promise me a life of supervillainy and then... I mean, we could have been friends. But fine! Run back to- run back to Mordor, you coward! That'll teach you to mess with a guy whose power level? Is nine thousand and one! You're lucky you escaped with your life!
IN with 98.5%, what the hell. (
64:1)