Post by Patsy Sewer on Mar 23, 2007 8:34:13 GMT -5
Full Character Name: Patsy Anne Sewer
Character Gender: Female
First Grade Preference: Senior
Second Grade Preference: Junior
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:
She's slinder in size. She has dark hair and dark eyes. She dresses punkish. She definatly has a grunge. She wears alot of darker colors.
Picture:
Personality:
She's a kid with a temper. she's been through a rough life but she tries to stay away from those memories. she has learned there is more to life and saving it then dwelling on the past. But she is the reckless type. She definatly is one to drown all her sorrows in alcoholic beverages. But she's moved past that. She's been through rehab so she's clean and has been for years now.
She is a caring girl. when she cares for something and something she loves then she does it to be best of her ability or loves it until she can't anymore. She's been a loner most of her life but thats not stopped her from being who she is. she's a tough cookie to crack but when she opens up she's quite the sweet girl. she just has to break that rough exterior and let people enter her heart. she's got a tasteful sarcastic humor about her. a dry humor that loves to joke and pick around with everyone.
History:
Patsy's parents weren't what you could call poor. She lived most of her life in Manhattan, New York. She was the spoiled kid, the one that got what she wanted. But she was more different then your typical rich kid, she had heart and cared for people. She became distant from her parents because they were only around to give her what she wanted just to keep her out of their personal life, and to say they were good parents. They were never there for her, never cared what happened to her. She lived her life in comfort but she decided at a young age she would live a life of music. She loves to sing, and play her guitar, that she has been doing since she could remember. She recieved her first guitar when she was 6 and her first lesson at the age of 10.
She's been singing since she could talk. She has a gift and loves to better the gift. She's taken years and years of voice lessons and guitar lessons. She writes alot of her own songs and even dreams of one day having a career to share her music with the world.
Her life's been thrown into termoil for the past few years now, because her parents were killed in a car acceident on the way to their manhattan flat. They were killed instantly. Patsy was in her little recording studio at home when she heard a knock at the door and was confronted by the police about her parents. she's pretty much shut down since then. She has nothing but what they left her, the whole fortune her father obtained. He was a producer and always felt she wasn't ready for the music business so she was always pushed aside. Her father's clients were always more important then she was. But she always felt he'd come around, now she had no one and she wanted to get away from the past 2 years on her own. Now at the age of 18, she wants to live and push for her dreams. The only problem is she doesn't know how to break out of her shell, maybe a new place and a new home will help her, help her move onward and have a new start in life.
Special talents: Singing, playing guitar, she's a pretty decent student as far as grades but she doesn't apply herself like she should.
Role Playing Example:
[-Flashback-]
Patsy smiled as she saw her father coming through the door wearing his charming smile. He was home early, he was never home before 11:00PM, it was only 5:00PM. Patsy was holding her guitar as she sat on the couch in the living room. Her papers were spread out all over the place, her music she was currently writing. Her guitar notes and riffs producing a melody lay in array. Her eyes narrowed but still held a gleam to see her father. "Stuart, what brings you home at this hour?," Patsy asked her father. Her parents always insisted she called them by their first names. Something she never understood. She always secretly wanted to call them mother, or father. She always wanted a normal family but their social status was more important then her being their daughter she guessed.
She looked up towards him as he smiled. She watched as he let go of his brief case and nodded towards her. He answered her question in a shocking manner. He wanted to take her out to dinner, wanted to spend time with her. Patsy just didn't understand what brought this sudden time spending attitude on. She just couldn't understand her fathers attitudes, his moods. He was a hard on to understand. More like her, she hated how much like him she was. It always got to her when she did something or said something a certain way when it reminded her of him.
[-End Flashback]
Patsy sat on a bench as she glared at the father and daughter before her. She smiled as he held the little girl close to him, even planted a kiss right on her forehead as she ran to him. she was about 4 or 5. She had fallen off of the ledge in the sandbox. She wanted that, she wished she would have had a father that actually paid attention to her. She hardly had any memories that he actually aknowledged her in. And she had that one, that one that always came to her mind. one that made her feel like a daughter. She sighed as she stood and began her rutined walk in the park. She did this every day, ever day she didn't have class. She needed to start over, make a new way for herself or stay in a place that reminds her of so many hard memories, so many painful ones. she had to find a way out, find a way out of this prison, the prison her parents created for her.
Character Gender: Female
First Grade Preference: Senior
Second Grade Preference: Junior
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:
She's slinder in size. She has dark hair and dark eyes. She dresses punkish. She definatly has a grunge. She wears alot of darker colors.
Picture:
Personality:
She's a kid with a temper. she's been through a rough life but she tries to stay away from those memories. she has learned there is more to life and saving it then dwelling on the past. But she is the reckless type. She definatly is one to drown all her sorrows in alcoholic beverages. But she's moved past that. She's been through rehab so she's clean and has been for years now.
She is a caring girl. when she cares for something and something she loves then she does it to be best of her ability or loves it until she can't anymore. She's been a loner most of her life but thats not stopped her from being who she is. she's a tough cookie to crack but when she opens up she's quite the sweet girl. she just has to break that rough exterior and let people enter her heart. she's got a tasteful sarcastic humor about her. a dry humor that loves to joke and pick around with everyone.
History:
Patsy's parents weren't what you could call poor. She lived most of her life in Manhattan, New York. She was the spoiled kid, the one that got what she wanted. But she was more different then your typical rich kid, she had heart and cared for people. She became distant from her parents because they were only around to give her what she wanted just to keep her out of their personal life, and to say they were good parents. They were never there for her, never cared what happened to her. She lived her life in comfort but she decided at a young age she would live a life of music. She loves to sing, and play her guitar, that she has been doing since she could remember. She recieved her first guitar when she was 6 and her first lesson at the age of 10.
She's been singing since she could talk. She has a gift and loves to better the gift. She's taken years and years of voice lessons and guitar lessons. She writes alot of her own songs and even dreams of one day having a career to share her music with the world.
Her life's been thrown into termoil for the past few years now, because her parents were killed in a car acceident on the way to their manhattan flat. They were killed instantly. Patsy was in her little recording studio at home when she heard a knock at the door and was confronted by the police about her parents. she's pretty much shut down since then. She has nothing but what they left her, the whole fortune her father obtained. He was a producer and always felt she wasn't ready for the music business so she was always pushed aside. Her father's clients were always more important then she was. But she always felt he'd come around, now she had no one and she wanted to get away from the past 2 years on her own. Now at the age of 18, she wants to live and push for her dreams. The only problem is she doesn't know how to break out of her shell, maybe a new place and a new home will help her, help her move onward and have a new start in life.
Special talents: Singing, playing guitar, she's a pretty decent student as far as grades but she doesn't apply herself like she should.
Role Playing Example:
[-Flashback-]
Patsy smiled as she saw her father coming through the door wearing his charming smile. He was home early, he was never home before 11:00PM, it was only 5:00PM. Patsy was holding her guitar as she sat on the couch in the living room. Her papers were spread out all over the place, her music she was currently writing. Her guitar notes and riffs producing a melody lay in array. Her eyes narrowed but still held a gleam to see her father. "Stuart, what brings you home at this hour?," Patsy asked her father. Her parents always insisted she called them by their first names. Something she never understood. She always secretly wanted to call them mother, or father. She always wanted a normal family but their social status was more important then her being their daughter she guessed.
She looked up towards him as he smiled. She watched as he let go of his brief case and nodded towards her. He answered her question in a shocking manner. He wanted to take her out to dinner, wanted to spend time with her. Patsy just didn't understand what brought this sudden time spending attitude on. She just couldn't understand her fathers attitudes, his moods. He was a hard on to understand. More like her, she hated how much like him she was. It always got to her when she did something or said something a certain way when it reminded her of him.
[-End Flashback]
Patsy sat on a bench as she glared at the father and daughter before her. She smiled as he held the little girl close to him, even planted a kiss right on her forehead as she ran to him. she was about 4 or 5. She had fallen off of the ledge in the sandbox. She wanted that, she wished she would have had a father that actually paid attention to her. She hardly had any memories that he actually aknowledged her in. And she had that one, that one that always came to her mind. one that made her feel like a daughter. She sighed as she stood and began her rutined walk in the park. She did this every day, ever day she didn't have class. She needed to start over, make a new way for herself or stay in a place that reminds her of so many hard memories, so many painful ones. she had to find a way out, find a way out of this prison, the prison her parents created for her.