PAN, Presley Monroe

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PRESLEY MONROE PAN

FULL NAME: Presley Monroe Pan.
NICKNAMES: Pres
AGE: Twenty-six
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: University Research Librarian.

HAIR: Dark brown, mid-length to long depending on when she gets a chance to cut it off, pretty straight, but there’s a bit of frizz and kink in there.
EYES: Green.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None worth mentioning.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: Her ears once.
PLAY-BY: Felicity Jones!

LIKES: Second hand book shops, lazy weekends, banana bread, baking cookies, movie nights with her siblings, mani-pedis, scrabble, homemade pizza, crosswords, documentaries on space, Greek Tragedies, sixties music, patchouli oil, scented candles, fresh snowfall, mascara, Pokemon Go, her day planner, mango smoothies.
DISLIKES: Tassels, phone calls from schools, teenage angst (especially before breakfast), feet being near her face, cold custard, crumpled paper, sour candy, dry lips, tiny skirts, things being returned to the library in a bad condition, missing out on so much growing up, Google, the basement, horror stories/movies, heatwaves.
FEARS: The basement, feet, losing her siblings.
SECRETS: Presley has a list of things she wishes she had the chance to do, but missed out on because she was looking after her siblings. Also, she tells people she doesn’t drink, but when pushed over the edge, she can be pretty impressive knocking back tequila shots.
PERSONALITY: Presley is a responsible young woman who grew up far too quickly. She’s making up for that now, rediscovering her fun side with all its curious wonders. She’s intelligent and worldly, despite never leaving New York City. For a grounded, logical woman, Presley can be something of a dreamer, with the beating heart of a true romantic. She’s quiet, but fierce, and Presley is very, very protective of her younger siblings and those she feels need her to stand up for them every now and then. A bookish old soul, Presley believes there’s always time to learn more, and comes with an open mind, but firm morals for herself. She won’t question someone else’s choices (unless asked for an opinion, of course), but Presley won’t stray from her own beliefs and choices even if everyone around her is doing the complete opposite of herself. She’s neat, or at the very least tries to be, but chaos often swarms around her and forces Journey to battle through regardless. She’s strong, and determined, and isn’t the type to give up easily, if at all. Despite her dreams of romance, Presley is a realist when it comes to matters of the heart. She knows her life is complicated, and is well aware that most men who throw a flirty comment her way would run the moment they understood what she went home to. However, she still has her fingers crossed that out there is the man who can make all her dreams come true – she just doesn’t let that hopeful whimsy show through.

MOTHER: Julie Penelope Davenport, 44.
FATHER: Michael Anthony Pan, 45.
SIBLINGS: Chanel Lane Moran, 17.
Montana King Freeman, 15.
Holliday Finch Jackson, 11.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: None, but she’s thinking of getting a cat.
HOMETOWN: Elizabeth, New Jersey.
HISTORY: Julie was young when she had Presley, and the father was out of the picture before the baby turned one. Julie was promiscuous, and even after Presley was born she was still hooking up with other men than Michael, and he soon lost interest in her and the daughter he felt too young to be responsible for. Julie wasn’t too interested in being a mother either. Presley meant she got better parking spaces, and a few extra benefits here and there, but ultimately she was something to be dumped on her parents, and then later after she moved out and upped to New York City, Jules left Presley home alone with rules not to open the door when she went out clubbing with her friends, or off on dates with men who looked as creepy as the monsters in the stories Presley read down at the library.

For the first nine years of her life, Presley was on her own. She didn’t have much of a childhood. Toys came from her grandparents for birthdays and Christmas, but they were few, and she preferred the books she borrowed from the library anyway. Presley made her trips there on the way home from school on her bike. Julie never picked her up after she turned seven, and the bike gifted by her grandparents made the walk less scary for the little girl. Presley had grown up long before she ought to. She lived off cereal, and soon understood how the kettle and microwave worked for noodles and cup-a-soups and the like. A lot of the time she was left on her own while Julie went out, or was recovering from a hangover in bed. When Chanel was born, to a different father, who once again didn’t stick around for long, Presley found herself being shown how to do a lot of the childcare tasks, such as bottles and diapers. Julie would stumble through the day, but then hand over responsibility to Presley so she could go out in the evening and ‘take a break’, not even thinking that Presley was only a young child herself.

Two more children followed, and two more absent fathers left. Julie never changed. She was always more interested in partying, and thanked Presley for giving her the chance to go out and let her hair down. It wasn’t like Presley had a choice. She knew Julie would go anyway. The only difference was that Presley wasn’t about to leave her siblings starving or in filth. She made sure they were clean, fed, and had done their homework. She got them up for school, prepped breakfast, and readied their bags. She gave up her own life to make sure no one came by and tore apart theirs. She was a smart girl, and she knew no one would take in four kids, especially half-siblings of varying ages. She did her best to keep social services out of the picture, and surprisingly, it worked. She got a job as soon as she could, and eventually began running on just a few hours of sleep a night; it was all she could afford after dealing with her siblings, working, and turning her attention to her own school work and needs. Presley wanted to do well, because she wanted a life better than the one they had.

She stayed at home during college, but worked two jobs as well as studying Classical Studies. The money she saved up for herself and her siblings, hoping to get out and away from her mother who had steadily gotten worse with age. Now it was common to bring men home, to still be drunk the next day, and to throw parties during the week in the small apartment. Julie didn’t see the importance of education, and didn’t care that the kids had school the next day, she thought they should get up and come and dance and drink. Only Presley would stand up to her and tell her no. There was a rift, and Presley didn’t care. All she cared about were her sisters and brother, keeping them safe and well. Even after she graduated and landed a research librarian post at NYU, she stuck around to keep an eye on them, and to ensure nothing bad happened. Plus, she was still saving and working out a plan to get them all away from Julie. She couldn’t leave home and abandon them.

That chance came in the form of a DUI and possession charge. Presley was shocked, but Julie insisted she was holding them for a friend. There had been minor run ins with the law in the past, but this time, Presley was old enough and had the finances and the career to tackle the more serious charge and go against her mother. Julie was going to serve time, even if it was just a couple of months, but Presley petitioned the court to give her custody and guardianship of her half-siblings. She argued that she had raised them, had worked for them, and could give them better lives than they had known with Julie. She provided proof of searching for appropriate housing near their schools, along with her monthly finances, plans for her future, and the eldest two, Chanel and Montana, spoke about how Presley had been more of a mother than their mother. The court ruled in Presley’s favour after Julie was sentenced to four years after her case became twisted with another included the guy she was ‘dating’ and a drug cartel in Mexico. She insisted she had nothing to do with that, but the sentence was upheld, and Julie was sent off to serve her time in prison while Presley moved her siblings into a small house in Brooklyn that she rented from a very nice lady. It was three bedrooms, but had an attic conversion which Presley claimed for herself. She had shared a room for so long that it was incredible to have her own space.

It's been two years now. She’s sailed through any checks on the family, and though Holliday is shier than she hoped, Presley is content with how they’re all going. She’s got teenage tantrums to contend with most days, but her siblings are finding their independence, and they’re not afraid to bring friend’s home, or relax in the open space like they used to be. They’re unconventional, but they’re close, and Presley is taking the chance now to think about the things she missed out on and is starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she might be able to make up for it.

YOUR ALIAS: K to the I to the M.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the second hand shop.
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