pamela elise parton

[PAMELA ELISE PARTON]

PAMELA ELISE PARTON

Name: Pamela Elise Parton
Nicknames: Pam, Pep
Age: 27
Date of Birth: February 16th
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: Austrian - American
Home Town: Salzburg, Austria
Subject Taught: Choir
Play by: Isla Fisher

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--- FREE Through and through, Pamela is a free-spirit. Partially because she is still considerably young and partially because she was raised by two very bohemian parents. She is a ver spiritual, artistic, and fun-loving person and just as she expresses herself freely she encourages others (especially her students) to do the same. Pamela is very easy-going and laid-back, she likes to think of herself more as a guardian or mentor than a teacher. She is very big on listening to your heart and not your head.

--- MUSICAL Since she grew up in the city of music for the better half of her life, it makes sense that Pamela is very keen on music of all kinds. She listens to everything from classical, R & B, top 40, electronic, hard rock, to folk music. She plays the cello and piano as well as teaches private lessons after school in both instruments and voice. Her mother was a successful opera singer which resulted in a young Pamela watching rehearsals at the Vienna State Opera House or listening to warm-ups behind the curtains. Her father played cello in the Salzburg Symphony and insisted she learn the instrument as soon as her hands could grasp solid items.

--- CORRUPT It is common problem that comes with being as free-spirited and artistic as Pamela thinks of herself to be. She has a tendency to cross lines that aren't to be tampered with. She doesn't play by the rules. Pamela believes to just do what you feel like doing and deal with the consequences later. Shoot first, ask questions later. The quality has gotten her into a lot of trouble in the past, kissing boys who had girlfriends, not showing up for part-time jobs as a teenager, standing up on stage and singing songs she believed in instead of songs she was hired to perform. Pamela means well, she is just far too much of an independent thinker.

LIKES: Dancing, instruments, concerts, tarot cards, fortune cookies, poetry, tea, self-expression, yoga, and boxes of chocolates.
DISLIKES: Rules, dictators, failing students, being alone, silence, math, tears, texting, paying bills, and studying.

With an American father and Austrian mother, Pamela was born and raised in the heart of Salzburg, where she spent most of her days sitting in on her mother's opera rehearsals or listening to her father learn new pieces on the cello for the symphony while every night watching music videos or listening to casettes of popular bands she liked. It was without choice, really, that she, too, found a love for music. Both sets of grandparents were both heavily involved in the arts in some way or another.

Before Pamela turned sixteen, her father packed up their family and moved them back to Pennsylvania, where he was originally from, when his sister was killed in a drunk-driving incident leaving behind two underage children to whom he was the Godfather to, since Pamela spoke English fluently and her mother's opera career was reaching it's end, it was time for a change.

Once in Pennsylvania, Pamela found herself enjoying more folk music and rock music than before, watching MTV, going to underground concerts, and climbing into the backs of boy's cars to make out to the sounds of Prince, Meatloaf, and Air Supply. By day, she played classic piano and continued to study music theory and cello while at night she was a PVC-clad, fake eyelash-wearing, redheaded dancing machine.

When her friends started hitting to college, Pamela continued with her music, taking whatever gigs offered to pay which usually meant accompanying kids choirs on piano and teaching private cello and voice lessons in her parents living room. As she realized how much she enjoyed teaching music and helping children come to enjoy it, Pamela knew she wanted to do that professionally. However, though her parents had their success and money, they only offered to pay for half of Pamela's schooling, so in order to make funds for the other half, Pamela took many scandalous photographs, pictures she hopes her students or colleagues never find out about.

Every car was stopped before the red light that was in command of the road and on the street across from where she was standing, her longboard resting under the toes of her right foot and pointed towards the sky that shone a Carolina blue, the signal for pedestrian walkers stared right back at her narrowed in brown eyes, but Lux didn’t move. She should have, it was her turn, but her feet didn’t budge and her hands were too busy strolling through her long brown hair that lied like a glossy waterfall down her back and between her shoulders. One finger tapped at the oversized bright yellow beanie she wore falling off the back of her head, but she never actually placed the board back down on the ground to roll across the street where the boardwalk by the beach was.

Mentally, the numbers echoed inside her head, over and over again, 1...2...3.... Under her breath, barely audible, Lux managed to whisper “5” right as the traffic lights switched to green. She threw her board down and started roaring in front of on-coming traffic, the sound of tires screeching, men cursing, and horns howling like music to her ears, a sign of success. A demented smile started to form on her face as she skated across the road and through another stream of traffic. Lux could feel the corners of her lips poking sharply into her cheeks and indenting innocent dimples on both sides. 

If she promised to be back in time for supper and finish all her homework, Lux’s mother said she could go out for a while and Lux swore of her life that she would come through. That was an hour and twenty-five minutes ago and had Lux bothered to glance down at her watch, she would have realized that supper was on the kitchen table a half-hour ago, but it never so much as entered her mind. Her family would blame it on her wicked case of ADHD and the accusation that she never took her doctor prescribed Ritalin (alright, it was more than an accusation, it was the truth), but times like these, when her mind wasn’t racing, her eyes weren’t darting in every other direction, and she wasn’t shaking like someone who overdosed on Monster Energy Drinks, Lux knew that her need for danger didn’t correlate with her ADHD at all. Actually, she wasn’t at all sure where it came from, but she’d always been pushing the boundaries and engaging in things that should have killed her by now. It drove her parents crazy. 

The wheels beneath Lux’s longboard glided over the wooden boardwalk of her favourite beach and with a toothy grin, she weaved in and out of the people that occupied it, moving much slower than she was, ”Sorry, kids!” She waved one hand in the air over her head and called out to the couple behind her since she made their hands part as she ripped right through them. One might think she was on a mission, but she wasn’t going anywhere in particular. 

Finally, as her heart pounded fast enough, Lux forced herself to come to an abrupt stop, hopping off the longboard and forcing it upwards with a quick step. As she held it between her ribs and beneath her right arm, she stared out at the busy waters crashing down. There was hardly anyone frolicking around in them today and Lux was almost moved to run in with her clothes still on. Instead, she thought about Jaws and how far she would have to swim in order to be near sharks and how much chum she would need to pour on herself in order for them to come up to the surface to meet her. Those thoughts, of course, prompted her to wonder if she could swim fast enough to beat them. Lux doubted it, but she wouldn’t know until she actually tried. What about drowning? How many people a day drown? Do scuba divers have to plummet down and bring the bodies back up or do they just lie on the ocean floor and become homes for crustaceans and colourful fishies below. 

There were a lot of ways one could die in the water, that’s what Lux came to the conclude as she stared out at the gorgeous beach before her. She had no idea why she was obsessed with getting as close to death as she could. Her parents insisted she see a psychologist about it, but Lux didn’t think it was as unhealthy as they did. She just wanted to live until she died. Nobody gave her any say in her birth, so she insisted she had the right to be in charge of her own death.

It was times like these she understood exactly why people considered her to be a ‘freak’.

Longboard in hand, she walked along the boardwalk, her head bouncing from one shoulder to the other, and thinking about sharks.

Hi, I'm CHLOE and I'm 19 years old. I'm NEW. This is my FIRST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from RPG-D.

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[- JESSE]

Hey there! Your application is pretty great. All I need you to do is resize your app picture (width of 320px, please) and I'm ready to accept you!

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[PAMELA ELISE PARTON]

Hopefully this picture is better suited.
Thank you.

[- NIKKI]

That image is still too big, as it's 350 and not 320..

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[PAMELA ELISE PARTON]

Oh, dang. I'm so sorry.
I hope this is better. I didn't realize.

[- JESSE]

It's okay, it happens a lot.

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