YOUNG, Patience

[Patience Young]

†PATIENCE ANAELLE YOUNG†

W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?

full name: Patience Anaelle Young
nicknames: Anna, Elle.
birthday: August 1st
age: 17
gender:Female
sexuality:Bi-sexual
human or vampire: Human

social status: Wealthy

Y O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?

birth place: La Nouvelle-Orléans (New Orleans)

parents:
Jonothan Young - aged 40 years
Marietta Young - aged 37 years
siblings: None
pets: A small ferret that befriended her as a child.
other:n/a

I ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.

eyes: Hetero-chromic, Blue and Green
hair:Blond, curly
build: Slender
other features A few scars on her legs from falling in her adventures as a child.

I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.

likes:
+Exploring
+Adventures
+Music
+Dancing
+Walking Barefoot in Grass
dislikes:
+Mathematics
+Studying
+History
+Artichokes
+Most Green Foods.
personality:
Patience is a free spirit. She's a young child, still, even as she is 17. When she's supposed to be studying, she stares out the window of her room. And when she can escape, she's often found romping with the kids down in the middle class part of town - much to her father and mother's dismay. She's been injured quite seriously, cuts on her legs - bruises. Her parents have always told her she would never attract a suitor with such actions.

Patience never cared much for that though - her parents always pushed her to be the 'proper' Creole lady they'd raised. But she'd never been proper. She'd always been a wild girl, she never wore the dresses she was asked, and would always wear simple, maneuverable attire. She wasn't for all this prim and proper nonsense that was the La Nouvelle-Orléans way of life.

strengths:
+Music
+Dance (Classical Waltz, Ballet, etc.)
+Creative
+Singing
weaknesses:
+Curious beyond measure
+Cares too much
+Is easily amused.
fears:
+Losing Mayfield (Her Ferret)
+Spiders
secrets:
+Her attraction to females (Her parents would kill her)

aspiration: She aspires to live her life exploring, she loves to write and sing. She has no wish to be boxed in as a house-wife. She wants to sail, to explore, to learn everything she can, and have grand adventures like those of the storys she heard from the middle class kids.

S O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?

history:
Giant hetero-chromic eyes looked into her fathers, as she held a catterpillar in her hand, he held his out.

"No, Patience, give me the bug." his voice was stern, but as she just looked at him and stepped back, a small pouting sound escaping pouted lips, he simply gave an exasperated sigh.

"Lord help your future husband, Patience, for your eyes are a trap to any who look into them." he gave a good natured laugh. It was a deep one, from his belly. He just waved her off. "Go and put it up, lunch will be ready soon, Mon Cheri."

A tiny voice floated up from the girl that skipped away. "Oui, Papa!" her voice was happy as she found a small leaf to set the creature on and skipped back into the house, slipping on the carpet and grabbing her father's leg to avoid from falling. The man had jumped and looked at her, giving another of his wonderful laughs, he picked the girl up and swung her around. Lunch had officially begun once Tillie had brought in their lunch.

---- 15 years later----

Patience ran, full sprint out of the back of the house. Her bare feet slapping the bright green grass as her father shouted behind her. He'd brought a suitor, she'd JUST turned 17! How could it be that time?! She'd escaped, but only barely. She was running for what she felt was her life. And making quite the head-way. She knew she would have to come back, but that was then, and this was now.

Patience stopped as she came to a creek and jumped over it before she continued on. She found an old small bunker and opened the door, walking in. She hid out for an hour, pacing, singing, thinking. As soon as sunset started she headed home. A very angry papa and disparing mother greeted her.

"PATIENCE ANAELLE YOUNG." he shouted, that thick accent slightly distorted with the volume. "YOUNG LADY, THIS IS THE LAST STRAW. YOUR MOTHER AND I HAVE DECIDED YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT SOME DISCIPLINE." he stood infront of her, not looking her in the eyes.

"And so we are sending you to St. Augustine's School for Girls. We will be moving with you - to make sure you stay in school. And the plantation and it's slaves will be handed to your Uncle Harold for now." he said in a softer tone, his eyes were weary. And so was he. Her mother looked sad, and though Patience was anxious, she was going somewhere new. And she knew her parents. After the first month, they would come home - and she would e left on her own.

So the family moved to Devil's Hollow, and just as Patience predicted - her parents moved back to Louisiana, leaving the house they'd bought behind, and promised to write and send money each week. Patience was not unhappy, but she sure would miss her family.

In a teary goodbye, her only words were "Je suis désolé papa..." and with a hug, she pulled back. Her simple dress was one of a teal color, her hands were behind her as she watched her parents carriage leave. It wasn't 20 minutes after it had gone though, that her feet were off, and she was out running through her choice meadow outside of town.

K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.

experience: Many other forums, Second Life, Text Based - etc.

rp sample:

Footfalls followed by the dragging of a few roll along suitcases, she quietly stopped infront of a door, big blazened letters on the door declared that it - indeed - was the right room. She looked at the board and thought for a moment before snagging the pen alongside it and writing on the board, as she figured was expected. She doodled a little skelly kitty, and her name - and a small greeting, before she shoved the key in it's slot and opened the door.

The room was a good size, even though bare. It had two beds, one by the window, in the corner, and the other on the opposite side of the room, the heads opposite of eachother. Each bed had an accompanying desk and dresser. Adeline was the first in the room, she tossed one of her roll on bags to the bed by the window and walked out, grabbing her large drunk, she drug it in.

Walking backwards, the girl was hunched over slightly, heading towards her room as she got caught on the seam between the carpets. With a grunt of effort, and a near disasterous loss of balance, she caught herself and put her trunk at the bottom of the bed. She went to her bags and unzipped them - pulling out clothing item after clothing item, easily filling up her closet on her side of the room, and her dresser. She then pulled a smaller bag from the side of that bag and unpacked quite a bit of hair products, dyes, etc. She put those in catagories on the wind sill.

it was clear as she moved around the room that the girl was incredibly clean, she wasn't a neat freak, but she liked her things orderly and neat. Was that such a crime? She walked to her bed and flipped open the trunk, taking out her large stereo and put it on the desk. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to put out sound. Flipping it on, she let it choose a cd for her.

A mix of music, Cinema Bizarre, and Tokio Hotel blasted through the room, and to her surprise, that was just what she was in the mood for! As she danced around her room - enjoying the absense of her room mate, her hair bounced around as she got her apple computer out and set it on her desk, her phone charger tossed to the bed. She must have been a sight! To the lack of speed in this song, she adapted it easily to her knowledge of classical ballet. Her movements melded together, even as she got out her collection of skellanimals that she never left home with and made her bed.

"Zum ersten mal alleine in unserem versteck. Ich seh' noch unsere namen an der wand uund wisch' sie wieder weg. Ich wollt' dir alles anvertrauen warum bist du abgehauen.Komm zurück, Nimm mich mit. Komm und rette mich, Ich verbrenne innerlich. Komm und rette mich, Ich schaff's nicht ohne dich. Komm und rette mich, rette mich, rette mich..." she danced around the room still as she straightened the teal bedding and took out double sided tape and started to tape up her posters. Singing the whole while.

Her voice was quite nice, and the accent while singing german was impeccible. It must be because it was one of her many talents, she just didn't vocalize alot - not like she danced or played music. The music was loud, but as far as she'd realized, she didn't think she had neighbors yet. So she didn't worry! Hey, she was away from her family; the girl grabbed a Cinema Bizarre Poster and taped it up, following by a few artistic pictures of Marilyn Monroe, and a few other posters of bands and artists she loved.

secret phrase: REMOVED

[Markos Harper]