Demetria Young
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- Created
- 9 years, 3 months ago
- Creator
- istoleyurvamps
- Favorites
- 2
Basic Info
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Age
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29
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Sexuality
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Gay
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Height
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5' 4"
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Profession
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Nomadic Chef, (Trade based-travels offering exotic foods and spices). Trash talker and sometimes also the troubleshoot mechanic for small appliances
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Airship
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Pug Lyfe
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Equipment
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Owns a Pug named Thug who she claims can predict the weather. Chef hat that stands on it's own. A collection of various colored aprons from various food establishments.
Profile
Personality:
- I try to be cool: Demetria likes to think she is personable, hip, and on point. She knows she isn't but that doesn't stop her from trying.
- I take almost nothing seriously: Life is short. Her motto is to not waste or want. Food, life, bad jokes, the whole deal. She's not irresponsible, but rather content with letting the chips fall where they may. Life's tangles don't bother her as much as they should at times, but hey, things work out in the end.
- Practical: Waste not- Recycle, upscale, refine, re-purpose, reimagine- Demetria follows the current standard of the times, but also can be a bit callous. Dog died- well, dog for dinner. Some might find it inhumane, but it's meat. Someone died? Well better sell their stuff or ship it to their loved ones.
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Background: Born from two ladies who loved to cook, Demetria grew up well fed, well loved, and well exposed to flavors. Her mothers implored her to focus on both science and art, and it was an easy enough path to follow in their footsteps, learning to cook. However running a small farm and then a small town cafe took it's toll over time. By her 17th birthday, Demetria watched as her elder mother, Patrice, passed away due to cancer. Libby died four years later of a heart attack, (poetically 'broken heart'). While the cafe had helping hands, Demetria didn't want to stay in the town she'd grown up in, not after her mothers's deaths. Selling the farm, the cafe, and nearly everything, she bought herself a ship and started traveling.
Working here and there with oddjobs, she picked up Thug one day off the street as he was barking at the clouds. Joking saying that it wasnt going to rain. She was wrong of course. Laughing it off she adopted the stray, and since has become a crazy pug lady. One who pays the billz with trading cured meats, spices, dried fruits and veggies, and sometimes pug puppies. She offers her cooking servics at large gatherings and cities, but most keeps moving. She's yet to really 'find herself' as she puts it.
What she is looking for in a woman: Must like pugs, puns, rap, chili peppers, 2 am snugglings, can stand farting under the covers by accident. Also BIG HONKERS.
Pet: A Pug. Maybe like, 5 Pugs. Who knows man. Pugs are magical.
