Irene Memitch {finished}

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Name: Irene Memitch
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Berkeley, CA
Occupation: Vagrant; hops from job to job and sleeps on friends' couches between
Characteristics: Sane
Placement: Non-patient

Personality:

Irene is a carefree person by nature: her family's income has allowed her a sense of security that few people are allowed. Should she need to, she could borrow money from her family or simply move back in with them for a time. However, this is the last thing she wants. She enjoys her lifestyle, working here and there in a coffee shop or a bookstore, an art supply store or a gallery. When she isn't working she spends her time with friends, drinking and generally being young idiots. While a small part of her understands that this cannot go on forever, the rest of her is willing to ignore that until it can't be ignored.

Young idiocy aside, Irene is an intelligent person if pressed. She can hold a decent conversation about literary criticism or the symbolism of any number of works. She has a deep and abiding love of poetry of all sorts and, when drunk, is prone to trying to force that love onto other people. Depending on the mood of the person she's reciting at, this can either be profound or extremely irritating. On most occasions, it sounds stupid to everyone else.

She also loves listening to music, though not performing it. Irene can be found at any number of small-time shows, supporting bands most people haven't heard of (usually because they aren't actually any good). She also enjoys art, though honestly she doesn't know much about it. She can tell you what she likes and sort of why, but a conversation with anyone who actually knew what they were talking about would soon reveal her ignorance.

One of the main things Irene has going for her is how optimistic and enjoyable to be around people find her. While she sometimes falls into dark moods, she hides it well and is effortlessly friendly. On a very basic level she just likes people, no matter their background and sometimes despite her own instincts. More than once she has gone home with somone she has hardly known, usually someone she met at a part, when they offered her a place to sleep; more often than not she ended up crawling out a bathroom window when she thought things might get weird. Its a bit of a miracle that nothing has happened to her yet.

On top of liking people, Irene genuinely cares about their well-being and will do anything within her limited power to better their life. This usually ends up with her making promises everyone knows she can't keep, but she usually doesn't think about that until later. Sometimes her desire to help can hurt instead, or cause her to bend herself out of shape for someone.

Also, if there was ever any doubt, she is very flaky. Its is a large part of why she switches jobs so much.

Appearance

Irene is tall and thin, more because she cannot often afford to eat very much than by design. She stands at about 5'10'' and may weigh around 110-115 lbs, though her weight greatly depends on the job she holds at the time. She is fine-boned, with long limbs and slender fingers. Her eyes are a pale blue-grey and framed with long, dark brown lashes. While the bottom half of her mid-back length hair is a deep magenta, the upper part is her natural color, a sandy brown. Irene is fond of wearing makeup and not shy about it showing: her lips are often bright red with plenty of mascara and dark color around her eyes. There is a gap between her two front teeth that often leads people to believe she is younger than she is.

She prefers dark colored clothing, often wearing black or grey skinny jeans. Her shirts are thin and of various colors, often with small or large holes in them depending on how long she's owned them. Owning only a couple of pairs of shoes, she wears a pair of ankle-high black leather boots the most. Jewelry is the one thing she seems to have an abundance of, though none of it is of particularly remarkable quality. She has a penchant for jewelry with bones, spikes and sharp edges.

Physical Condition:

• high tolerance ; because of her lifestyle, Irene has developed a high tolerance for alchohol and certain minor drugs. However, this is proportionate to her body mass: technically speaking her tolerance is fairly normal, but for her body type it is high. Plenty of people could out drink her with ease, but if most other people of her body type tried, they would fail miserably.
  
  
• dancer ; several of her jobs have involved dance of some sort, erotic or otherwise. She possesses a thorough understanding of waltz, cha cha, swing, rhumba and hustle as well as blues and a little bit of ballet. This lends her a certain level of muscle definition she wouldn't have otherwise, and certainly doesn't when she isn't dancing actively (though she usually is, for her own enjoyment).
  
  
• basic jiu jitsu ; when she was younger, her father had her take some basic self defense courses so he wouldn't need to worry so much. She only learned the basics and doesn't really get a chance to practice them often, but she knows how to turn a fight slightly more to her advantage, especially against stronger and heavier opponents.

Character Accessories:

• simple silver ring, in the shape of a forget-me-not, that was given to her by her mother
  
  
• basic possessions, in a duffle bag; clothes, hygiene products, etc (a lot of the time she wears the clothes of the person she's staying with)
  
  
• cell phone and small iPod, usually hidden in with her other things

ASSOCIATIONS

• Friends:
  Riley Wharton { male, 27, close friend }
  Olivia Jones { female, 23, close friend }
  Jillian Gone { female, 25, close friend }
  
• Enemies:
  None
  
• Rivals:
  None
  
• Lover(s):
  None, currently
  
• Relatives:
  Arthur Memitch { male, 60, father }
  Rene Memitch { female, 46, mother }
  

History

To Irene, childhood was a place full of sunlight. All different colours and texture of sunlight - light like butter, like honey, light the colour of lemon slices. Like the colour of dusky peach skins, of watermelon, of any number of roses. Light through leaves, through dust, through sheets and blankets, through closed eyes and clouds. She grew up believing that the world was full of white stucco and terracotta houses, gardens and warmth. In retrospect she understands that, perhaps, it was not as idyllic as she remembers: maybe the sun wasn't always bright and sweet, perhaps it stormed and there may have been fights, things thrown, dinners missed. Regardless, she cherishes the memories of her family and her childhood friends.

Her father, Arthur, was from a decently wealthy family and did little work of his own; the family owned the pristine white house they lived in, which was always cleaned by hired help. Rene did not need to work, but chose to do take part in non-profit organizations or keep jobs that paid minimum wage; she had come from a family that lived in abject poverty for most of their lives, and did not want to forget it. While she had no siblings, Irene never felt lonely: there was a group of other children her age living in the neighborhood. They climbed trees, chased each other and painted their faces all blissfully aware of the rest of the world.

When she entered middle school she was like much any other angsty preteen: angry, moody and prone to fits of inexplicable sadness. She cut off her hair and dyed it poisonous colors, wore tight fitting clothing and a belt do tight around her hips it left bruises. What upset her more than anything was that she understood there was nothing to complain about: she had a nice family, a stable home environment. Her parents irritated her when they pried, but even she could not honestly say they were cruel or treated her with anything less than love and a certain species of gentle firmness. She concluded, privately, that any problem she might have was her own, some defect or mental sickness she had brought upon herself. There was no one else to blame, so she blamed herself.

During high school she emerged from this, a bit like burrowing up from a long hibernation, and fought to find where she fit once more. She had friends, but they were all from her times of misery and self deprication: suddenly they were difficult, uncomfortable to be around. To her relief, as they all changed they slowly lost interest in her and she was free to immerse herself in things that brought her joy: music, art, literature and partying. She found joy in the bottom of a case of cheap beer, late night romps through the city and impromptu jam sessions on top of neighbor's roofs in the middle of the night. Wilder than she had been when she was a bit younger, she was less destructive and her family let her be, to a certain extent.

When it came time to decide what to do with her life, which had never really been an issue before, Irene chose to attend college for Literature and Philosophy. Her lifestyle changed very little until she graduated, at which point her mother explained to her that while they were happy to pay for her school, they felt she should begin to support herself. A little stung but understanding, Irene moved into an apartment with a few friends and went job searching. After a few months of drudge work, she managed to find another job that suited her more. She kept switching, her interests and desires as mercurial as ever.

Three years later, she is currently between jobs and sleeping on a friend's couch. So far she has not run out of money or friends, but it may just be a matter of time.

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]

Role Play Sample
adjusting; amos lennart

Referral
Been away for a bit, but came back; my other characters are Robert Folke & Amos Lennart

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The complexities, as well as the simplicities, of this character are sure to bring some added color to this story of ours.