Patty Sarkisian
1989 - 2017
"Everything dies, baby that's a fact
but maybe everything that dies someday comes back."
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| Pats Radiator Repair: Owner of this repair shop and chop shop, as well as the organizer of the illegal poker game in the back.
Sabbat Shovelhead: Picked the wrong fight and ended up in a pit fighting to be the first to die.
Spokane: Child of the Northwest, though moved around quite a bit.
Former Gang Member: Former all-girl biker gang, all of her other members in jail, dead or gave up the lifestyle.
Motorcycles: Loves engines, speed and bikes. A bike and the open road is her fondest dream, the opposite of her current condition.
Club Extacy: Her former employment as a terrible bartender.
Starbucks: Her former job, which she loathed, and only suffered through to make ends meet. Has grown to loathe lattes and any form of fru-fru coffee drink.
Horror Punk and Rockabilly: Has a distinct love of the Misfits and old rockabilly music, though her tastes are never too particular.
Fisticuffs: Likes to express herself in a rather violent way, but will gladly accept a friendly arm punch in return.
Hair Rainbow: Her hair changes with the weather, suffering untold damage over the years.
Hot Temper: If she feels she's being mocked or challenged she's quick to get her hackles up, and give or take a beating.
Clutterbug: Her purse, her apartment, her clothes, nothing is safe from her disorganized clutter. Wrappers, receipts and empty beer cans abound.
Alcoholism: Whiskey. Beer. Scotch. Beer. Beer. She's not particular, she enjoys it all. She enjoys it to excess.
Grand Theft Auto: Tends to chop up cars and sell them on the black market or to scrapyards form extra cash.
Shorts: No.
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| Full Name: Patricia Elenore Sarkisian
Date of Birth: January 21st, 1989
Date of Embrace: December 16, 2016
Apparent Age: Late Twenties
Ethnicity: Armenian American
Origin: Spokane, Washington
Concept: Broken biker girl ganger
Former Occupation: Barista
Current Occupation: Owner Of Pat's Radiator Repair
Demeanor: Bravo
Clan: Brujah Antitribu
Sire: Cody Bennett
Mentor: Ulva Steinarson
Generation: 13th
Sect: Sabbat
Faction: Loyalists
Pack: Caine Gratia
Religion: Agnostic
Path of Enlightenment: Humanity
Preferred Prey: Small men or demure women.
Notable Traits: Rainbow hair, numerous tattoos
Enneagram: Eight (Challenger)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115 lbs
Fighting Class: Flyweight (MMA)/Strawweight(Boxing)
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair: Rainbow (Natural: Mousey Brown)
Patty's Song: Pat Benatar - Invincible
Played by: Barbie Wilde
Spirit Animal: Luna Vachon
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Action Girl - She is where the action is, being stagnant drives her insane.
All Love Is Unrequited - The one she loves is already taken, but she has trouble moving on.
Berserk Button - Don't. Touch. Her. Hair.
Biker Babe - She was in an all-girl biker gang, and drives an old Kawasaki Ninja.
Blood Knight - She's generally a nice person, but she had bloodlust /before/ dying.
Boisterous Bruiser - She revels in the fight, and is known to talk some smack during.
Buried Alive - Her embrace as a shovelhead. It's not a pretty memory.
Challenge Seeker - If she can do it easily, then it's not worth doing.
Cluster F-Bomb - Her language is always peppered with expletives.
Combat Pragmatist - She'll as soon club you with a chair as throw a right cross.
Contralto of Danger - While short, she has a deep, throaty voice and deep singing voice.
Depraved Bisexual - If she likes you she'll throw her leg over, no matter what gender you ascribe to.
Dumb Muscle - She left book learning far behind, but she's strong as an ox.
Ethical Slut - She'll sleep with people she likes, but she never has shame about it. Sex is fun, and not to be regretted.
Extreme Omnisexual - She's slept with humans, vampires, the walking dead, demons. She's an equal opportunity lover.
Girl Posse - Had an all-girl biker gang, now is part of a generally all-girl sect in the city.
Hair Trigger Temper - She builds steam fast, and will go off on the slightest provocation.
Hairy Girl - She does not shave her pits, legs or anything else. Retro is the way to go.
Jerkass Woobie - She's rude, crude, angry, violent and immoral. She's also got a heart bigger than her brain.
Kaleidoscope Hair - Her hair colors tend to shift with her mood. If she's back to mousey brown, it generally indicates a /bad/ mood.
Knife Nut - She loves switchblades and butterfly knives, though she's just as likely to grab a club.
Petit Pride - She's never been ashamed of being an A cup, and proudly flaunts them bra-less.
Rummage Sale Reject - Her clothes are carefully chosen to be as random-looking as possible.
Street Smart - She may have been a college drop out, but she was quick to learn the rules of the mean streets.
The Alcoholic - She spent most of her high school and college years this way, and is still quite a Lush.
The Berserker - Once she's in battle, she rarely backs down and goes into a blood-crazed frenzy.
The Ladette - She's drink or fight any man under the table!
The Napoleon - She's a tiny half-pint punk who feels ten feet taller than she is.
The Other Rainforest - Native of the Pacific Northwest, specifically Spokane.
Tsundere - Yeah, she'll punch you, but it's not like she likes you or nothing! Idiot!
Undying Loyalty - She's nigh-suicidal when it comes to her friends, and will gladly throw herself into danger for them.
Wrench Wench - Her favored past-time, especially with motorcycles.
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Us
Ulva: My gigantic fucking guardian angel, pulled me from hell. She leads, I follow.
REACTION: Devotion
Cyn: My boss's boss, and runner-up for the "Make Patty fudge in her pants" award.
REACTION: Fear
Anezka: A heartless little monster, a sweet loving girl. Scares the shit out of me.
REACTION: Fear/Fascination
Cody Bennett: He ends up on a spit next time I see him, count on it.
REACTION: Vengeance
Hendrick: Same as Cody.
REACTION: Hostility
Rika: Sister, ward, accomplice.
REACTION: Protective
Teresa: Reminds me of the nun who taught health class.
REACTION: Uneasy
Sarah: Sisters are doin' it for themselves.
REACTION: Intimidated
Them
Balance: I like his hair, but fuck the hippie-dippie "No Smoking" shit. REACTION: Suave
Raise: Tall drink of water sees potential in me, more than I see in myself at least.
REACTION: Impressed
Arik: My best friend! Well, my best friend for booze, at least.
REACTION: Camaraderie
Artemis: Little bit spacey, but friendly enough.
REACTION: Distance
Martine: Mean left hook. Mean tongue as well. Tough customer.
REACTION: Intimidated
Nelle: She's got a nasty look about her, I hope I see her again.
REACTION: Competitive
Stella Amunet: She's got her nose stuck up in the air. Wonder what else she's got stuck up?
REACTION: Disdain
Tabitha: Dig the sweater.
REACTION: Cute
Jazz: Goddamn girl. Even I don't go that hard.
REACTION: Pity
Khaled: Guy pushes my buttons without trying and I'm not sure why.
REACTION: Tense
Camila: A goddamn killer beauty, and drives like a maniac. I am in so much trouble.
REACTION: Wrecked
Brandon: Nice guy, really cool. Just don't you dare call me fucking Patricia.
REACTION: Chill
Thana: She's got that deer in headlights look. Not sure why.
REACTION: Inqusitive
Vegard: The reason we fight. Honor, though. Can't discount that.
REACTION: Respect
Vivianne: You're too good for them. Probably too good for us too.
REACTION: Thankful
Desiree: Too bad we're so incompatible, because I'm nuts for her.
REACTION: Star-Crossed
Atrid: One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor!
REACTION: Heavy!
Angel: I won't cross your turf. Still, fuck you.
REACTION: Resentful
Caerus: Great guy! Gotta kill him, but still very polite.
REACTION: Warm
Vanny: Awesome fucking hair! Don't forget my offer.
REACTION: Punk rock
Bethany: The reason girls like me never got any action in junior high.
REACTION: Invisible
Esme: I will rock your world, drink you under the table and you'll have a night to forget!
REACTION: Rock n Roll!
Lori: Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme.
REACTION: Predatory
Alissa: She digs my style, and I dig her too! Might or might not be a cannibal? Not sure yet.
REACTION: Flattered
Book: Well you're no prize either, buddy!
REACTION: Insulted
Marcus: Mouthy, but I guess he can't dance for shit.
REACTION: Insistent
Brice: I was on the fence about him before, but hell, I think I like the guy!
REACTION: Accepted
Phil: Hell of a card player, sharp as can be.
REACTION: Leery
Vera: When will I learn to shut my fat fucking face?
REACTION: Penitent
Ersatz: He's a miracle worker!.
REACTION: Grateful
Vesta: Blondes got it so easy! Thanks for the hair tips!
REACTION: Fried
Lady: Dude! You're killing my ability to mack!
REACTION: Creeped
Gwydion: Fair enough, but a disrespectful little shit.
REACTION: Not amused
Adora: Competition! ..Or companion? To be determined.
REACTION: On the fence
Aime: Pain breeds joy, don't I know it, babe.
REACTION: Astonished
Tavia: Playing second fiddle to myself. What the fuck.
REACTION: Scorned
Nino: Don't judge something on just looks, you prune-faced fuck!
REACTION: Annoyed
Ivanka: I like what she's selling, but I have no idea /what/ the hell it is.
REACTION: Invested
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| Patty is an aggressive-looking little half-pint, carefully dressed as garish and haphazardly as possible with her doe-like hazel eyes narrowing to challenge those who meet her gaze. Her face is round, cherub-cheeked and elfen with rainbow hair teased and blown until oblivion with the sides of her head shaved. Her eyebrows give her a constantly pensive look, despite being far from contemplative in her demeanor.
While short, a mere 5'3", her shoulders are broad and biceps toned with effort. In shape she is much like an upside-down top with a flat chest and rump too large for her frame. Her skin is a patchwork of tattoos, branding and piercings, taut over her defined abs and thick calves. In relation to her body, she is mostly head, hair and eyes, with attempts to slim down or bulk up from her average 115 lbs doing little to alter this look.
Civil clothing has long since been discarded, with a distinct loathing for the conventional. Leather, denim and t-shirt material are abundant with patches, tears, pins and stains a-plenty. Jeans, work boots and a sleeveless cut-off t-shirt is a consistent ensemble, along with far-too-much makeup and perhaps a bomber jacket if she can scrounge it.
Once introductions are made, her posture shifts to a markedly relaxed, informal one. Her voice is a raspy contralto, and little attempt is made to maintain personal space. In general she simply reeks of cigarette smoke and engine oil, an occasional spot appearing unscrubbed upon her face or hands. Her chosen accent is gruff machismo with a flair for the vulgar.
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Patricia Elenor Sarkisian was born in Spokane, Washington on January 21st, 1989 to Edward and Mary Sarkisian (née Novak) of Armenian and Polish descent, respectively. Eddie was ten years older, a roadie for the Steve Miller band snatching up Mary in high school in 1981. Mary herself was a near dropout, but managed to scrape by and grab her degree. Early life was tough but she managed to grab a job in a steno pool at Fairchild Airforce Base, with Eddie driving a truck shipping plywood doors around the Northwest. Eventually they settled in a little bungalow in West Central Spokane, their first child Greg coming in 1984 and Patty in 1989.
Patty herself was a willful latch-key child, her father gone on the road many days and her mother working late at the base. Her brother ended up raising her, fighting and scrapping all the way. Unlike other children, she could not afford expensive Keds or video games, and was always self-conscious of being tomboyish, poor and plain with her coke-bottle glasses not helping matters. Middle school was a tough time, but days spent in the garage plunking on her father's old Gibson bass and listening to Roy Orbison and the Clash made things a little better.
One day her brother handed her tickets to the Misfits reunion tour. The gangly-limbed teen found herself there, the world she wanted to be a part of. High school became a blur of drinking, grass, fumbled groping in the backs of cars and her mother becoming ever more shrill about her wasted life. By this time Eddie had been kicked out for having a second family on the road, and her brother had joined the Air Force. An aborted pregancy and a drug bust later and she was on the street with her boyfriend, part of a gang of motorcycle chicks terrorizing I-90.
Theft, extortion, smuggling and violence followed, years of drug abuse and acts of vandalism and rage. In the end it was destined to end badly. A sting operation left half of her gang in prison, half in body bags, Patty herself with a warrant for her arrest. Finally her mother interceded with the courts and helped her turn her life around, spending the next seven years on probation. By this time her father had died from years of smoking and pork products, leaving them enough money to help start her in college at UC Prospect for business administration. A new life.
Crushing student debt, a hatred for college life and a yearning for her old ways constantly gnawed upon her, wearing down her spirit, finally causing her to drop out. To make ends meet she worked for Starbucks and fixed cars, a future of toil and heartbreak lay ahead, just like her mother. until one day she ended up six feet under. By the grace of a viking angel she was saved, and her life began anew in death.
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