Andrew Harrison

Background
Do twins begin at the womb? Or in a better place? For as long as Andrew can remember, Cole had been the other half of him. His twin, his best friend, the only person in the whole world who knew what he was going through, and that was because Cole was going through it as well. Life used to be good for the two of them, they had loving parents, a good home and friends, but through one selfish act, it was all ruined. When their father turned on them, Andrew was hurt the most by it because despite being younger than Cole by five minutes, he’d always been closest with his father. For him to turn on them like that killed any joy that Andrew had once had. Cole and Andrew grew up living in fear, but from when he was young, Andrew knew that he had more reason to fear than Cole. Cole protected him, yes, but he could feel his father watching him with hate in his eyes whenever he was around him. In his father’s mind, Andrew was the spitting image of the wife that he so detested. So, Andrew had to walk on broken glass, both metaphorically and literally, around his father. When Andrew and Cole became werewolves, Andrew had the smallest feeling of hope that things might get better, that this magical change could change their lives, and it did, but in a different way. The night their father died happened in flashes. Andrew remembers collapsing on the ground after his father lost control, he remembers dim flashing lights from the ambulance, but the thing he remembers most is the cold, dead look on his brother’s face. Even in his barely-conscious state, Andrew knew Cole was going to do something, so when he was woken up a day later by a blood covered Cole, it didn’t take him too many guesses to figure out what happened. In a few hours they were on the run, destined to run into the Dark Talon pack and join those like them.

Personality
Andrew’s the cheery twin, the one that’s friendly, he’s socials and he’s the only one who can tame his brother besides their alpha. He brings out the best in his brother, the two of them grinning and joking when watchful eyes aren’t fixed on them. And yet, like all cliches, behind this friendly, albeit crooked smile, Andrew feels more hollow than anyone could ever know. He blames himself for that night, telling himself that if it hadn’t been for him angering their father that their father wouldn’t be dead and Cole wouldn’t be a murderer. His misplaced guilt is so ingrained in him that Andrew has this fear about seeing his own reflection, a fear so bad that he avoids mirrors, thinking that it’s because of his looks that his father raged. If he hadn’t looked like his mother, things wouldn’t have gotten bad, right?