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Tate Young

"I never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting."

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a character in “Lost & Found”, as played by h0gwash

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Full Name:
Tate Isabella Young
Nickname:
They call her Tay, a nickname she picked up when she was younger. It's a combination of the first two letters of her first name, and the first letter of her last.
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female
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Appearance:
Tate has a fiery appearance to match her fiery personality. Her bright red curls fall around her shoulders, framing her heart shaped face. The smirk normally plastered across her pale pink lips seem to brighten her round blue eyes. She doesn't slouch, but she doesn't seem to really care about her posture anyways. Tay is one of those girls who can manage to catch your eye without needing a body. Her face has very pretty features, having a strong jawline, and a dainty nose. As for makeup, she barely wears any except for mascara, and eyeliner. Being relatively small, standing at about 5'3", she can get mocked, being teased with names like, "leprechaun" and "ginger." But, despite being like that, she can defend herself pretty well, and packs a pretty good punch. Although, she is quite pale, Tate adores the sun, and loves just sitting outside. When it comes to style, Tate appears to just wing it most of the time. During the colder months of the year, she mixes and matches jean with tops such as plaid flannels, and random t-shirts. But, when it comes to the months where it starts to warm up, Tate likes to be different, girlier. She likes to wear skirts, and crop tops, and try new things with her hair. She enjoys showing off her tattoo, and is always seen wearing this locket.
Personality:
A word to describe Tate's personality it different. As mentioned before, she has a fiery demeanor, always short tempered, and sharp tongued. But there's some thing else besides that. Behind all of the remarks, and outbursts, there's vulnerability. Terribly misunderstood, all Tate wants is someone who gets it. All of her life she was shoved around, and tormented, leading her to shut everyone out. She's never had a real friend in her entire life; it's like she can't seem to grasp the concept of how to trust. One good quality Tay possesses is the fact she does care for others. She has a motherly instinct somewhere inside her, allowing her to care for others, even if she doesn't particularly like them. Yet, a downside, she refuses to let people care for her herself.
When it comes to the rules, Tate doesn't really notice them. She follows them most of the time, but there are those rare moments where she'll completely go against it. She never really drinks, maybe on special occasions, and during a horrible time, but never really at parties. Tay won't even look at a cigarette though; in her mind, they bring up too many bad memories, and they're just distasteful. When she is very aggravated, or sad, she will go and listen to music, for as it seems, it is the only thing that will ever calm her down. When Tate is happy, though, her laugh can practically light up the room. She, overall, is just a very eccentric girl.
Grace:
Tate has two grace. The larger ability happens to be the power to generate and control fire, having it shoot from the tips of her fingers, and dance around the palm of her hand. The smaller ability is to create small objects, and organisms out of thin air; that grace does not work very often, nor does it warn you when it does.
Strengths: Tate is able to stand up for herself, and others when being threatened, both verbally and physically. Also, she can improvise on the spot, and is very useful in tough situations.
Weaknesses: She can get angry very easily, and she can get violent. Tay does not trust anybody, and that can be a bit of a problem when working with someone. When it comes to her graces, she can't quite control the fire all quite yet, and using too much gives her horrible migraines to the point where she may blackout, and suffer partial memory loss. For her smaller grace, as mentioned before, it comes and goes randomly, and even then, she can only do it about 3-5 times a day.
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Likes:
-Loud music
-Her hair
-Warmth
-Reading
-Summertime
-Partying
-Dogs
Dislikes:
-Bossy people
-Being alone
-Her temper
-Being called "leprechaun"
-Cigarettes
-When people try to pry
-Children
Fears:
-Spiders
-Losing someone she cares about
-Dying
-Growing up
-Small spaces
-Destroying everything
History:
Tate was always the child that was ignored. She was born and raised in New York, up until the age of 18. Her mother had died just a little after she turned 4, leaving Tate, and her sister, Georgia, living with their distraught father. In the months after their mother died, Tate observed her father coming home later, and later each night, intoxicated. She watched as her father came right to Tate, beating her, shamelessly, and how in the moments he was sober, he completely blew her off. She arrived at school, bruised, and no one noticed, or seemed to care, not even the teachers. The only person she ever cared about was her sister After awhile, she just faded into the background, no one speaking to her, or even looking in her direction. When she was 12, Tay snapped, accidentally discovering her grace, and setting her home on fire. Georgia, Tate's sister, died in the fire, leaving Tay devastated herself. Even though the fire fighters deemed the reason it started was because there was a cigarette left lit, Tate knew the truth, and she knew of what she was capable of. After that, Tate lived with her father, who was slowly, but progressively getting better. Although, as soon as her 18th birthday rolled around, Tate packed up her things, and got away, relocating to where she is today.
Playlist:
Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars
It basically describes her relationship between her younger sister and herself.
(Will be adding more later!)
Other: She has a bulldog puppy named Screech.
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Homemade frenchfries

So begins...

Tate Young's Story

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Tate blinked open one eye, peering around to regain her bearings. In one ear, the last verse of a My Chemical Romance song blared, and into the other, the quiet sound of her apartment. She sat up, realizing she must have fallen asleep on the couch earlier. It wasn't surprising, though, it had been a long day for her yesterday. Busy, all day, meaning almost every minute, hour, and second, Tate was on her feet. Wriggling her bare feet, she folded them under her, sitting the way she was told to in Kindergarten, "criss-cross apple sauce."

She craned her neck, and pulled on one arm, stretching out. Screech, being the dog he is, trotted up to the flaming haired girl, demanding to be lifted into Tate's laugh with those pleading eyes. She was happy to oblige, scooping up the wrinkly bulldog from under and holding him close. Letting out a sigh of relief, Tate let her head loll to the back, relaxing a bit. But, just as quick as it began, the peace ended, as her cell phone went off, playing that generic ring tone.

Groaning, Tate reached out her arm, quickly swiping the iPhone from the coffee table on which it was lying. Talking to people wasn't really her thing, and people rarely called her for Tate rarely gave out her number. It was somewhat unnerving that of all the time it could have gone off, someone chose to call now.

Rolling her eyes, and scoffing, she hit the 'Talk' button, and brought the phone up to her ear. At first, she was unsure how to answer, and no one seemed to want to speak on the other line. So, drawing a sharp inhale, Tate began the conversation.

"Um... hello?" She asked into the handheld device, waiting to receive an answer. There was a slight delay, and a familiar voice began to speak to her. It was an acquaintance she knew from work, blabbing all about some Lost & Found party, or whatever. Tate barely listened, for she didn't care. As her friend kept going on, she gave the occasionally "yeah" and "okay" here and there, so she wouldn't leave her hanging.

Towards the end of the call, her friend even suggested she could come. To that, Tate made some sort of scoffing noise, and explained she lacked the invitation which she would need to get into the party. It was met by an equally sarcastic retort, telling Tate she should actually look at her mail once in awhile. That was a habit of Tate's, just grabbing her mail, and leaving it on her counter top. Even though her friend couldn't see Tate, she knew the remark might of had an impact on her. It honestly did too, for Tate felt her eyes wander over to the stack lying in the kitchen.

"I... have to go," was the last thing Tate said, before hitting the end button rapidly, and reaching for her mail. She thumbed through the envelopes, looking at one after another, and almost each a piece of junk, until she reached the second to last one. A small envelope, an invitation, peeking out of everything else, was in front of her.

She stared at it for a while, wondering what she should do. Should she go? Or should she stay home? The beach was in walking distance of her apartment, and there would at least be someone she knew there. Nodding a bit to herself, she placed the invitation on to the counter, and rushed into her bedroom. Tate was deciding to take a chance, which was something she hadn't done in a long time.

She could feel a smug smile spreading across her lips, as her electrifying eyes met the mirror set in front of her. Then, it faded as she looked down at the raggedy t-shirt displaying the name of a restaurant where she used to work, and an over-sized pair of men's boxers she had on as makeshift pajamas.

"M...aybe I should get dressed first," Tate murmured, and began to do the first productive thing since she woke up.

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About ten minutes, and a couple of bruises later, Tate came stumbling out of her apartment. A light colored blouse and her favorite pair of jean shorts were her outfit of choice. Her mane of orange was held back by a thin brown head band, that seemed to coincide with the sandals she was wearing. The beach was close by, and so was the party. Tate strode on, unusually confident. She was definitely for the party, or in this case, the party might be ready for her.

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Tate tipped her head to the side, watching the crowd of dancing teenagers in front of her. She could see some familiar faces, some who had stopped by her work before, but no one she really knew. Watching as girls grinded sluttily on boys, drunk off their asses already, she frowned in distaste. Starting to wonder why she even came, Tate started to wander to the outer edge of the party, observing others. It was weird, how just last year, if she lived here, these people would have been some of her classmates. Tate watched as a drunk boy shouted to a blonde haired girl about taking her whore friends, and leaving, raising an eyebrow at how coolly the girl responded.

Her eyes kept on wandering after that, looking at everyone interacting, dancing, drinking, laughing, and whatnot. The few kids who were just sitting off to side looked as unamused as she did. A blonde boy, and a girl looking for something, or avoiding it. She contemplated whether or not she should try to talk to one of them, going with a no. It's not that they didn't look nice or anything, it just looked like they wouldn't want to speak to her.

"Tate! Tate Young!"

The voice seemed to come from no where, as Tate whipped head around. Finally, she spotted her friend, Katie, the one she had spoken to on the phone previously, standing with their other friend, Seamus. They waved her over, grinning wildly. As she approached, they hugged her close. After she managed to wiggle free, she looked up at them. "Uh, hey guys, what's up?" She asked, a smug smile on her lips.

"You said you weren't coming!" Katie exclaimed, giving her a playful punch in the arm. Seamus looked from the bubbly brunette to Tate, and chuckled.

In return, Tate put her hands up, and shrugged. "I guess I changed my mind," She told her, scanning the area and people around her. "But, I think I'm changing my mind again." Tate folded her arms across her chest, and looked at her colleagues.

Seamus piped up, looking at the redhead. "No, no, you're not," He grinned, and grabbed her arm, pulling Tate into the crowd. From behind her, she heard Katie giggle, and run after the two. Seamus pulled the girls close, and started dancing. Katie jumped right in, while reluctant Tate just kind of stood there, cocking her head.

Tate was unsure how to label the two. Sure, they were close, and they worked together. But, Tate felt they weren't that much of friends, and just a source of entertainment, or someone to talk to when they were all bored at work. Her train of thought was cut off, when Seamus pulled her closer. Tate laughed a little, and finally started to dance. Soon enough, she was into it, laughing, and swaying with Katie, and Seamus.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad of a party after all.

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After awhile, Tate bored herself, trying to discreetly remove herself from her crowd. By this time, they had started to drink, and while Katie was a happy drunk, Seamus was an angry one. So, neither seemed to notice while they were going at it. Scanning the crowd, Tate bit her lip anxiously. There were groups of teenagers sprawled out among the sandy land. It was likely that more than a few knew each other from school. If she had moved to South Carolina before she had graduated, she'd probably had seen some of her other peers from school here, too. But, she didn't, Katie and Seamus were the only two non strangers here. Hell, she didn't even know who invited her to this party, or why they knew her.

Tugging at the sleeve of her blouse, Tate quickly looked at her feet, and back up. Quickly dodging around the conversing people, the drunk guys trying to make a pass at her, the dancers, she made her way over to where the drinks were. Grabbing one of those cheap, plastic cups, Tate filled it up with the first kind of alcoholic beverage she could find, beer. Almost instantaneously as she pressed the smooth plastic to her lips, she chugged it down, receiving a couple of drunken grins, and calls. Tate rolled her eyes, and smiled to herself, disposing of the cup in a nearby bucket.

Shooting side glances both ways, awkwardly tilting her head. Even though she wasn't much a people person, with a drink in her, Tate decided it might be fun meeting someone new. Since this was a new experience, it took a moment for Tate just to get herself together. Sure, the drink had calmed her down just a little, but she didn't like introducing herself to others. Her blue eyes scanned the area, seeing who wasn't really doing anything. She didn't just want to barge into some random person's conversation now, did she? Finally she saw a young man, maybe a little bit older than herself, standing off to the side. He seemed just about as shy as she normally is, so why not try to see if she making conversation with him?

At first, it took her a second to actually register she needed to walk over there to speak to him. Must be the beer... The thought floated through her brain, as she approached the guy.n

Smiling slightly, she did this awkward wave thing, and looked towards him. "You look like you're enjoying this party as much as I am," She said, sarcastically, the smile evolving into a smirk. "I'm Tate," She added, twirling a piece of flaming hair between her index finger and thumb.

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Tadd blinked in surprise as the girl with the firey hair seemingly appeared from nowhere. It took everything he had not to bolt in panic.
What should I say?
The rat on his shoulder gave him an affectionate lick on the cheek as she emerged from the collar of his sweater. Meanwhile he stared at the girl with wide eyes as he took a hesitant step backward.
He really wasn't used to people talking to him.
"Um...yeah," he managed softly before stumbling over someone's discarded bag and landing smartly on his rear. He winced and turned bright red and began muttering frantically in an attempt to say anything logical.
As he managed to get to his feet, he quickly looked the rat over for injuries before placing her back on his shoulder.
"Um...hello," he finally stammered, "I'm Tadd."
He kept reaching up and stroking the rat nervously as he continued blushing from his fall and nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
He ducked his head and then looked nervously back at her.

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After Tadd had managed to recover from his shock at Tate's introduction he found himself able to nervously lean back against the wall.
The rat on his shoulder made a soft sound but Tadd didn't notice.
After he had managed to settle himself against the wall, he then took note of the fact that Tate seemed to be drunk and paused, frowning slightly. If she was not drunk then she was at least tipsy. Was she legal? No matter, apparently this sort of thing happened at all parties. Tadd himself honestly saw no appeal to it.
He gave Tate a concerned look and despite his shyness and confusion at her interest in him, he reached forward to steady her as she started to sway.
Tadd blinked at the sound of an unfamiliar dog's bark and turned to look, Samson was standing now, much closer to him with Lilly walking toward his feet. Samson barked playfully and trotted toward a large black dog, tail wagging the whole time. Samson made a playful bark and slapped the ground with his front paws.
Tadd looked around for the owner and noticed a young woman walking towards the wall.
He jumped forward to stop her and nearly tripped in the process.
"Hey there's a wall there," he cautioned, "are you ok?"
Tadd attempted to make eye contact, smiling in a friendly manner.