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perish lane ventura

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THE BASICS[/color]
Full Name: perish lane ventura
Age: eighteen
Gender: female
Date of Birth: florida
Group: Undefinable
Year/Job: senior / none
Sexuality: hetrosexual


APPEARANCE
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: blue-green
Ethnicity:
Overall Appearance:

[/b]My hair, face, and eyes have always been one part of my whole being that I actually like. I'm not saying that I don't like how I look all in all, but there's always room for change, am I right? Let's start with my hair. It's obviously black, a trait I got from my father, and it's thick and usually uncontrollable, but if I get a relaxer or some sort of hair treatment, I'm usually okay. My eyes are what most people see as "amazing," almost every Ventura has my misty, blue-green eyes, Nomad actually has one green eye and one blue eye, which makes people wonder about our genes. Most of the time my eyes end up being covered with eyeliner, mascara and maybe even some eye shadow, but I lay most of the eyeliner on thick, so don't be surprised when you catch me stealing your eyeliner.

height, weight, body My height is far to tall for it's own good. I tower over most girls seeing that I stand at a flipping five foot ten inches. Almost every girl in my family is short, and yet me and my bother end up having to be the ones who tower over every freaking person at the reunions. My weight is one of the most hardest things to figure out. It changed so quickly that it's nearly impossible to know how fat or how thin I'll look the next time you see me. Of course, it's not really my fault that I have issues with my weight. My doctors have been unable to tell me why I have such rapid weight loss and weight gain and why it comes and goes so frequently. From time to time I'll get off my fat ass and actually go out and do something. It's amazing, really.

My body is no where near perfect. I'm not toned, I'm not flabby, and I am not tanned. I've only tried to get a tan once, and it was a spray tan, so of course I managed to fuck up my skin tone for a week because I didn't turn around when I was suppose to. So spray tanning is no longer an options. I also hate the flipping beach, so I guess you could say I'm a big, white whale that doesn't like being beached.

tattoos, piercings, other My fashion style is pretty blunt and straight to the point. I don't wear designer brands. End of story. I wear cheap things from places like Wal-Mart and Target and K-mart and I don't really give a shit if I look like crap in those clothing. The only thing that I will ever wear that's more expensive than the normal things I wear is sunglasses, Thanks to Vincent I've come to wear those over-sized sunglasses that cost like, two hundred dollars for one pair, it's ridiculous, but if it keeps my eyes protected while making my appearance less of a wreck, bravo. Just like anything else you can do to you're body to make a statement, I have tattoos and piercings. It's a normal thing for me to wish that I had another tattoo or another darn piercing. Speaking of both, I have my nose pierced, and most of the time you'll find me wearing a regular stud in the hole. As for tattoos, they're far too hard to explain, so I don't think I should go into detail.

scars and other markings I was a rough child, so of course, I have the whole "childhood scars" thing going on. I have a, small, silver cut on my wrist from an "accident" which Shay when I was younger. Both of my knees have at least three scars from trying to skateboard and do other reckless stupid things. I have a scar on my shoulder from a fight with a tree when I was ten, (... you don't want to know ) and then of course, I have a scar right behind my ear. I also have a birthmark on my left shoulder, it appears to discolored and funky when really it's not. Just like everyone else, My birthmark isn't all too normal.
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PERSONALITY
Likes: at least 10

Dislikes: at least 10

Fears: at least 3

Goals:

Overall Personality:

[/b]From time to time, I hate change, and from time to time, I refuse to do something. But those times aren't every once in awhile. They're all the time. I tend to argue with people all the time about stupid things, and I refuse to back down until the other person admits that I'm right, even if I'm not. My brother and sister tell me that even though I have some pretty bad traits, this one it my worst. They've seen me at work, trying to get people to say I'm right, and from time to time, they even get into an argument with me, and we'll go at it for hours on end, and most of the time, they give up, tired of arguing. I've found that that trait has gotten me fired from a few jobs, but all it good, all is well.

blunt I don’t poke around when it comes to anything. I don’t go around hinting about things and then get frustrated when no one gets what I’m trying to say. If I have something to say, I'll say it, plain and simple. If I think you're cheating me out of something or being a fake friend, I'll be the subject up, and it would most likely be in the middle of a casual conversation that has nothing to do with friendships or scams or whatever the issue is. I've never been good with waiting to bring a subject up either, it's either when I first see you and when I have it on my mind, or when we're hanging out with a group of people. I don't tend to be blunt around people I don't know, just the people who say they're friends.

apathetic Most of the time, I don't care about a lot of things. I hate showing emotion, and most people are well aware of that. The most common emotion people see out of me is anger, and it's not that wimpy, shy anger some people get, it's the full on anger that most people realize is a potential danger. My mother always told me to express my feelings when I was growing up, but i never actually had the chance to express those feelings, I was the oldest, and my brother and sister were to young and tended to get on my nerves, so, I kept those emotions bottled up, and I still do that to this day, old habits die hard, but I've gotten used to trying to control myself and then end up having a break down one day from so much stress/drama/lack of communication in my life.

ignorant I hate listening to most people, I hate when people try to change my mind, and I really hate it when people point out that I'm ignoring them. If I block you out it's either because you're really annoying, or I'm just not in the mood. I mostly do this when it comes to females, and sometimes boyfriends who get to be too needy, but most of the time, the ignorance goes towards males. It’s always been that way, and I think it always will be. I don’t know why, nor do I really care. If I'm ignoring you, get over it, either you are extremely annoying, or I'm just not in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment, get over it.

elusive If I don't want to be recognized or seen, I most likely won't. I know when and how to dress a certain way, so if I'm at the mall and trying to had form and ex that hates me, I'll usually bring out a hat of some sort, do some other funky things to makes sure I look nothing like myself. It usually works, but when It doesn't, it's not so pretty. Usually only my really close friends or sister can tell when I don't want to be messed with, and when they know that, they tend to stay away and leave me alone. If you're someone who doesn't know me that well, you might end up being ignored for about a year after popping my 'elusive' bubble.

impulsive From time to time I’ll get this sudden urge to do something crazy, something like go and jump of a bridge just for a quick thrill or something like hacking into some computer system and changing some records or something like that. I'm not always all that fond of my impulses, but they always end up having me smiling. I've reacted to a ton of impulses before, all of them ranging from kissing some random stranger ( male or female ), stealing a thing of bubble gum ( don't ask ) or "breaking" into one of my friend's house and doing something crazy to their houses or them in general. It all depends. I've been called crazy once or twice thanks to this trait of mine, and if I do say so myself, I'm pretty damn proud of being called crazy.
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HISTORY
Birth place: miami FL
Family:
dylan ventura father, fifty
iris kessel mother, forty-two
candace ventura step-mother, thirty-seven
shay ventura sister, twenty-three
nomad ventura twin brother, nineteen
bunny marie "daughter" calico
Overall History:

[/b] My mother was a maid, my father was a millionaire. It was your typical affair that was bound to happen. My mother was from a small country in South America and was one of those women that had a certain way to them that drove men crazy. She’s wasn’t extremely beautiful or anything, it was just the way that she handled herself and walked with pride even though she was nothing but a lowly maid. She made her living decently, able to afford herself for the most part. But when she got assigned to a new home in a new place, she found that her confidence wouldn’t help her very much, and that was where my father stepped in.

Dylan wasn’t your ordinary husband with a well-groomed wife standing at his side. He was a drug dealer/grower/advertiser that almost every person who did drugs knew about. It was a rarity to say something about my father and not have people about ready to piss their pants over the fact that they had said something about the “big man.” But when he met my mother, he found himself struck by some unknown force, and that forced ended up causing him to become unfaithful to his wife. The affair went on for a year before my mother found out she was pregnant, and nine months later, my brother and I were born.

after birth – two years My mother and father argued about which child would go where for years, they refused to keep it where they could just share us, it was either have us all the time, or never have us. It was weird that neither of them would shut up about stupid custody. Of course, in the end our mother won, and that was the end of it. From time to time she'd allow us to go and visit him, but most of the time, we stayed in a small two room apartment that was far too small to live in. Me and my brother were often left with a babysitter while our mother was out doing her best to keep us safe and happy, but there was a few times she thought that we might end up in the foster care system, so by the time we were two, we had witnessed our parents arguing, our mother struggling, and then the transfer of our home from the small apartment to our father's large mansion.

two - five years While Nomad hated being away from our mother and tended to giver our nanny a hard time while we were with the Venturas, I had a sudden fondness for large houses and fancy, shiny things. I liked almost everything about living with my father except my half sister, Shay. She was the type of sisters that took your toys and purposely broke them. She was a spoiled brat and hated the fact that me and Nomad had suddenly invaded her home. Life was difficult for the first few years while we were there, and while we were young, we both started to miss our mother and go into a mood that nothing really brought us out of. We finally saw our mother again on our fifth birthday, looking far more lovely and dressed-up than she ever had.

seven years – twelve years When we were six, we finally moved back in with our mother, and while it had only been four years since we had moved in with our father, she had managed to get a better job with better income. Not only that, she was married and lived in a house in the suburbs. As both me and Nomad got older, our interests developed into music and being what most people would call "trash." The only reason we got a head start on the whole trashy scene was because we now lived in a world where everything had to be perfect, and truthfully, I didn't want to be fucking perfect.

middle/high school years Middle school was the true beginning of my life. I had always been the anti-social girl in primary school, so once it came time for me to enter middle school, I decided that I would actually talk and make friends and try to break out of the label that everyone was sure to give me. My brother was my greatest comfort to me, and as the months went by, we both slowly ended up with a stamp, Nomad was labeled to be a jackass and a scene and I was labeled to be an emo, even if it was the farthest thing from the truth. High school presented me with a whole new group of people, people that actually acted and seemed to understand me. During my freshman year I met my current best friend, Vincent. I moved out of my previously found "brand" and started to get to know a large group of people outside of my comfort zone. I have finally found comfort in my life besides my brother.



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