Post by phoebe cate greene on Jun 27, 2012 6:13:00 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME Phoebe Cate Greene AGE & DOB twenty-six | November 19th, 1986 HOMETOWN Valkyrie, CA ETHNICITY Swedish, English, French, Turkish LANGUAGES SPOKEN English, French SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bi-sexual HAIR COLOR Regularly an ashy light brown, but she'll dye it blonder sometimes EYE COLOR green/hazel HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'3" | 110 pounds DISTINGUISHING MARKS 5 inch scar below left collarbone area from a car accident when she was 7, 1 inch scar on right knee from falling off bike, V shaped scar on left thumb from slicing off the edge of her finger freshman year of college | freestyle |
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Traits: analytical, logical, hot-headed, unforgiving, submissive, low self esteem, intelligent, clever, bossy, dependent, caring, stubborn, hard working, quick witted, observant, good listener, obsessive compulsive, control freak, responsible, atheist, straight forward, sage, realist, thoughtful, determined, driven, self-aware, introverted
Likes: medicine, working at the hospital, learning, problem solving, reading, her dog, her siblings, hot tea, concrete answers, math, science, children, wine, chocolate, gardening, her apartment, organization, praise, compliments and accolades, facts
Dislikes: organized religion, being told what to do, her parents, mysteries, unsolvable problems, mice/rats, chaos, disorganization, things being out of her control, homophobia, coffee, ignorance, intolerance, stupidity, an unwillingness to learn or change, myth, fairy tales, reality TV, jokes about her weight, feet
Peter Craig Greene, 57, father- My father and I don't talk anymore and good riddance. I haven't spoken to him since I was 19 and I'm a better person for it. he and my mother couldn't look past the fact, or even try and accept my sexuality and tried to send me to be "reformed". And that's when I quit talking to them because they let religion rule their lives and ultimately, let it get in the way of loving their own daughter.
Catherine Patty Greene(nee Preston), 59, mother- My middle name comes from my mother's name, but that's the only tie I still have with her. I can't forgive her for what she did to me.
Peter Craig Greene Jr., 32, brother- Peter is six years older than me and has been a rock in my life. I love Peter, more than most anyone on the Earth. When my parents were ready to be done with me, Peter was the one who stood by my side, the one who helped me out, got me back on my feet. He took care of me when I needed it the most, and even though he now lives hundreds of miles away we still talk as often as possible and he still checks up on me. I can't say I'd be where I am today without him though.
Madeleine Rose Hudson(nee Greene), 25, sister- Maddie and I, we were always incredibly close, just a year between the two of us. We were always mistaken for twins. We couldn't be more different, she's an actress living in L.A., creative, a free spirit. I love her and consider her my best friend even though we hardly see each other any more, and she's married with a life of her own now.
Matthew Aaron Greene, 23, brother- When my parents disowned me, Matthew was still 16, living at home, and my parents poisoned him against me. I find it hard to hold it against him, he was so young at the time. Still, we've never been close since that. I think he still is ashamed of me, or scared of me, or worried for my soul. We rarely talk if at all. Honestly, if it weren't for facebook I don't think we would still be in contact.
I'm not one for change. I like routine. I've lived in Valkyrie my whole life, stayed here for college, even got into the hospitals internship program here. Every morning for the past year, I have gotten up from the same side of the bed, made coffee, and read the front page of the New York Times online while eating a slice of whole grain toast. Chaos, disorganization, that's not for me. I'm a first year medical intern, and that's about as crazy as I can handle. The stress and unpredictable nature of illness and disaster, that's enough for me.
Like I said, I've lived in Valkyrie my whole life. I'm the second oldest of four children, one of two girls. My parents moved to Valkyrie after my father got tenure as a theology professor at the university, and my mother was a home maker. I was born not soon after they moved, my younger brother and sister not too long after that. My childhood was marked by its complete normalcy. We lived in a nice home, nothing fancy or awfully big, but a modest house on the northern side of town. I earned good marks in school and was praised for my intelligence and studiousness. We went to church every Sunday, devout Episcopalians, and I played in the backyard with my brothers and sister every weekend on the swing set my father had built us for Christmas when I was five. I don't remember my parents ever having a single fight, though I'm sure they were just exceptionally good at hiding them.
The only true even of any note when I was young was a car accident when I was seven. My father was driving, it was raining and the other car ran the red light, t-boning our mini van. It was a fairly bad wreck, the driver of the other car had it the worst of anyone, he hadn't been wearing a seat belt and went through his windshield. It was horrifying, haunted my dreams for years, to see his cut and bloodied face just feet from where I was in the car, waiting with my father and brother for the ambulance. It was my first experience with a hospital. My only injury was a broken wrist and a cut below my collarbone that needed 17 stitches. I remember the hospital though, how safe and warm, dry it was. How comforted I felt there, knowing the doctors were taking care of me. Every child has fantasies of careers and adulthood, but it was really then that I decided I wanted to be a doctor. To help people, take care of people and make them feel safe.
I made good marks in school, excelled in math and science. I liked the concrete answers of the subjects. There was just one answer, you were either right or wrong, no gray area. Not like English, which was all interpretation and ambiguity. Nothing solid, or certain, just gray. And my life was quickly becoming gray area. By the time I was in high school it was quite obvious to me that I was bisexual. I liked boys, but I also liked girls, just as much. I didn't tell anyone, because talking with my sister made me believe I was wrong, flawed in some drastic way. And my years of sitting in a church pew led me to think I was wrong. Not that I had ever really agreed with church since I had been old enough to think for myself, form my own ideas and question things instead of blindly accepting what I was told. The worst, however, were my parents. As I grew older it became obvious they did not think homosexuals were "natural" or even okay by the comments they made in passing, just so casually, about things they saw in the media or around town or politics. So I kept my knowledge to myself, choosing to tell no one but trying to grapple with it all on my own, the implications of what it all meant. It wasn't long after I decided religion and God was not for me and became an atheist. I like facts and knowledge, concrete proof, and Christianity is lacking in that area wouldn't you say?
I threw myself into my studies, taking as many AP and accelerated classes as were allowed, mostly in math and science. I prepared for the SAT's and college with an unparalleled passion and focus. I had always liked learning and if I was doing that then there was less time for me to worry about the cloud hanging over my head. I didn't date in high school, and had only a few friends, who were more friendly rivals than anything. I graduated 4th of my class however, a hefty scholarship to the university my father taught at. And that's when my problems really began.
I lived in the dorms my first year of college, but my family lived just minutes away and the problem of seeing my father around campus often. College is supposed to be a time of growing up, separation, and making it without the constant support and guidance of your parents. I managed to marginally separate myself from them, not near enough for my liking. And my second semester, I fell in love with a girl in my biology lab. We started dating, secretly at first, but we grew bold quickly. Her parents loved and accepted her, despite that she was a lesbian. Her parents were religious but they loved their daughter anyways, saying a parent's love was unconditional. With April's support and encouragement she gave me the courage to come out to my family the summer before our sophomore year. Up until that point they had all just assumed April was my best friend. When I told them, the flood gates opened. My parents love for me was very apparently, very conditional. I was an abomination, unnatural, impure, a sinner. I was going to hell. And this was before I had even told them I lacked in belief in a higher power until such could be proven with facts and figures.
That summer was arguably the worst of my life. My parents wanted to send me to a rehabilitation clinic, and became cold towards me. They had always been loving, concerned and involved parents but now they seemingly wanted nothing to do from me. My mom and I had always been close but she could hardly look me in my eye, jumped if our hands actually touched. Dinners were cold, silent affairs if not screaming matches between me and them. April and I, we broke up a few weeks before the start of the semester as I grew depressed, feeling worthless and invalid, and she was 2,000 miles away on the East Coast. The distance and my emotional instability was too much for us, we were young and in love but had no tools to cope with what we were going through. It became so that Maddie was the only person I could tun to, especially in the house. She never turned her back on me, no matter what my parents said, implied or thought. To Maddie, I was still just her sister, a person, simple as that. I have never loved anyone as much as I loved Maddie that summer, my saving grace.
I was all too willing to return to school in August, my self worth at an all time low, confidence shattered, feeling unloved and unwanted. I was just 18, about to turn 19, and my family had turned it's back on me. That's enough to destroy a person. And as if that were not enough, my parents gave me an ultimatum. Go to rehab, for something I knew couldn't be cured because it was not a disease, or state of mind, but just an integral part of who I was, or I would be disowned. They would no longer be paying for anything of mine, I would no longer be allowed home, I would no longer be their daughter. I did the only thing I could do. I returned to school. It was miserable, really, to know they were truly turning their back on me. It was even worse to still see them around town. If I had been smarter I would have transferred schools, moved away. But Valkyrie was all I had known my entire life and I thought if I left I would be completely lost. I needed the structure and familiarity the city provided even though the most fundamental part of my life had been stripped from it.
I became even more introverted then I had ever been, not even taking solace in my work. I didn't let my grades slide or the quality of my work change, but I no longer enjoyed it. I was simply moving through life like a ghost. Going through the actions, but not actually living. The only people I talked to were my brother, Peter and sister, Maddie. Maddie was studying acting at UCLA, just far enough away that I rarely saw her. It was really Pete who saved me. Maddie had called him during the summer, kept him informed on what was going on in the house as he had already graduated and was working on Wall Street. he picked me up and got me on my feet though. Financially, emotionally. He help me set up finances, and even gave me some loans so I could afford to stay in school, and continue on to medical school. And he made me feel worth while again. Not instantly, but over the course of the year. He stood by my side, listened to what I had to say, even if I was a crying wreck, and led me through the darkest time of my life to the other side. My self esteem has never fully recovered, but I'm not upset by who I am anymore. The fact that my brother and sister stood by me, in defiance of my parents, aware that they might do to them as they had done to me, means the world to me. I am forever indebted to them for their support and love. I couldn't have done it without them.
I graduated two years later with a degree in biochemistry and an acceptance to the Valkyrie medical school. I had thought of leaving the town, but it was my home. And it didn't help that I was in a relationship once more, this time with a boy who reminded me of Maddie. Poetic, creative, wild and unbridled, the opposite of who I am. Organized, disciplined, logical. I loved medical school, every minute of it, and loved every minute of my relationship with Ryan. I was happy, contented, comfortable in my life. I had to work hard, long nights studying and practicing, but it was all worth it. I got accepted to the Valkyrie hospital intern and residency program when I graduated. Ryan and I broke up not long after i got my acceptance letter. I loved him, but he was looking to settle down, wanted to get married. And my career was just starting. We wanted different things, and my whole life had been devoted to becoming a doctor. I loved him, just not enough.
So now, I have an apartment downtown, that I share with my dog, Newton. A beagle. It can be a little bit lonely, I'll admit. It was hard to adjust to being single after dating Ryan for five years. It was basically like we were married, I can understand why he wanted to get married. It would be the next logical step in our relationship. But I'm happy. I spend nearly all my time at the hospital, not that I am complaining. I'm a surgical intern, and it's very chaotic, very stressful and interns have little to no respect but I'm doing what I have always wanted to do.
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ALIAS Carsen
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE a lot
OTHER CHARACTERS Mara-Claire Dempsey
HOW'D YOU FIND US? an act of God
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE a lot
OTHER CHARACTERS Mara-Claire Dempsey
HOW'D YOU FIND US? an act of God
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See Mara-Claire's application, please and thank you.
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