Pythe
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- Age: 24 years old
- Birthday: September 3rd
- Species: Human
- Gender: Female
- Family: Mother
- Height: 5'8
- Hair: Dark purple
- Eyes Purple
- Piercings: Hips
- Tattoos: left arm and both knees
- Other: Scar on her right arm that her tattoo covers
- Sexuality: Straight
- Significant other: None
- Profession: Piercer at a tattoo shop
- Personality: Sassy, Outspoken, Tomboyish, Creative, Heartbroken.
Likes: Tattoos, piercings, gallerys, rocks, astronomy.
Dislikes: Relationships, motorcycles, hosptials, crying. |
Extra: Natural hair color is black but she likes to dye her hair purple. She started working at the current shop she's at after geting her first piercings ever which were her ears and her love for tattoos and piercings only grew after that.
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Background Story:
Each and every time the door opened it seemed like there was another man walking through it. Her mother had a fear of being alone and she filled her void with a new man every time an old one left. All of their names and faces kind of mixed together now. Pythe should have left that house a long time ago but between her mothers abusive boyfriends, if you could even call them that, and her mother begging her not to leave she couldn’t gather the strength. Her father left them both for another woman when she was six years old. She could still remember him taking his bags to the door and rubbing her on the top of her head as he said goodbye, her mother sobbing in the background, he walked out and he never came back. Not on her birthday, when she graduated from high school, he wasn’t there to scare her first boyfriend, he wasn’t there for anything the movies say a father should be there for.
Pythe was used to her rather chaotic type of life but just as she started to accept it all things changed the year after she got out of high school when she met her first boyfriend. She was her mothers daughter when it came to picking a partner, he was kind looking on the outside but behind closed doors was a different story. Abusive and a drunk, it seemed she was falling into the footsteps of the only role model she had ever had growing up. They stayed together for almost a year. She was starting to understand the hold a man could have on you even when he was so cruel, she couldn’t hate her mother for it anymore because now she knew.
One night while riding on her boyfriends motorcycle they got into a car accident. He had been drinking that night and she could remember him running the red light. What were the chances a drunk driver would be hit by another drunk driver? Pythe was in a comma for two months, her boyfriend was not as lucky he didn’t survive the crash. When she woke up her mother was sleeping in the corner of the room on a pullout chair. Other than the comma she only had a large scar on her right arm where her skin met the concrete and some smaller scars from her knees scrapping.
It seemed as if the cards of life she had been dealt just weren’t in her favor. She left her mothers house soon after coming home from the hospital to find yet another man living there and her mother self medicating on sleeping pills. Living with a friend she knew from high school until she could get on her feet.
Trying to pull Pythe out of her depression her friend took her to a tattoo shop where Pythe got her ears pierced. Sitting in the shop and seeing all of the art and talent not to mention finished pieces she asked, more like begged, for a job. The manager saw the desperation in her eyes and agreed.
Pythe was used to her rather chaotic type of life but just as she started to accept it all things changed the year after she got out of high school when she met her first boyfriend. She was her mothers daughter when it came to picking a partner, he was kind looking on the outside but behind closed doors was a different story. Abusive and a drunk, it seemed she was falling into the footsteps of the only role model she had ever had growing up. They stayed together for almost a year. She was starting to understand the hold a man could have on you even when he was so cruel, she couldn’t hate her mother for it anymore because now she knew.
One night while riding on her boyfriends motorcycle they got into a car accident. He had been drinking that night and she could remember him running the red light. What were the chances a drunk driver would be hit by another drunk driver? Pythe was in a comma for two months, her boyfriend was not as lucky he didn’t survive the crash. When she woke up her mother was sleeping in the corner of the room on a pullout chair. Other than the comma she only had a large scar on her right arm where her skin met the concrete and some smaller scars from her knees scrapping.
It seemed as if the cards of life she had been dealt just weren’t in her favor. She left her mothers house soon after coming home from the hospital to find yet another man living there and her mother self medicating on sleeping pills. Living with a friend she knew from high school until she could get on her feet.
Trying to pull Pythe out of her depression her friend took her to a tattoo shop where Pythe got her ears pierced. Sitting in the shop and seeing all of the art and talent not to mention finished pieces she asked, more like begged, for a job. The manager saw the desperation in her eyes and agreed.