Patty/History

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 herself 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 a body bag and her with a warrant for her arrest. Finally her mother interceded for her 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, a new start.
Crushing student debt, a hatred for college life and a yearning for her old ways constantly gnawed upon her, wearing down her spirit and 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.