let me take you down, NOMAD V. nd yo.

[nomad c. ventura]

nomad colten ventura

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THE BASICS[/color]
Full Name: nomad colten ventura
Age: seventeen
Gender: male
Date of Birth: december 1st
Group: visual & musician
Year/Job: senior
Sexuality:bisexual


APPEARANCE
Hair Color: naturally black
Eye Color: one's blue, one's 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," I actually have one green eye and one blue eye, which makes people wonder about my genes. Most of the time my eyes end up being covered with eyeliner and even some eye shadow, but I lay most of the eye shadow on thick, so don't be surprised when you catch me stealing your eye shadow.

height, weight, body I'm not a huge being. I'm not saying I'm small either, but I'm not like "holy shit that guy is scary and he's huge." No way. I stand at about six foot, so that's where most people get the change of heart about how I look. They could go from "Oh! I love his make up!" to "Holyshit,runaway." It all depends on what people are used to. The clothing I wear doesn't help out with the whole height issue, some of my clothing actually finds a way to make me look taller, I have no clue how, but it does. My weight always has been an issue. Both me and my sister have always had rapid weight loss and weight gain. So sometimes I look like a porker, and sometimes, I look like a twig. It really depends on what has happened recently.

tattoos, piercings, other I've been known to get tattoos that i don't really need. I don't even remember what most of them look like since i don't really look at them very much anymore. Sure, they're there, but I don't always notice them, it's sad, I know, but still. My piercings are the same way. I have a lip ring that I've had for what feels like forever, my ears are gaged, and I have my nose pierced. I used to have more piercings on my face, but from what I've heard, having a ton of holes in your face isn't all that attractive, so I dropped the act and lost some of the piercings.

clothing style

Face Claim: ryan olivera <3[/size]

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PERSONALITY
Likes: at least 10

Dislikes: at least 10

Fears: at least 3

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Goals: at least 3

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Overall Personality:

[/b] 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.

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.

stubborn 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.

outgoing I love being around people, I love talking, I love going to parties. I pretty much love anything that has do do with people. I've been known to host huge house parties every once in awhile, which always ends up being a sleepover in which almost every room of my huge house is occupied with San Fran's party-going children. I've been known to be pretty loud too, so I guess you could say most people are well aware that I'm loud and nosy and need to tone it down a bit.[/ul]
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HISTORY
Birth place: where he/she was born
Family:
dylan ventura father, fifty
iris kessel mother, forty-two
candace ventura step-mother, thirty-seven
shay ventura sister, twenty-three
perish ventura twin sister, nineteen


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 sister 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 I hated being away from our mother and tended to giver our nanny a hard time while we were with the Venturas, Perish had a sudden fondness for large houses and fancy, shiny things. She 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 Perish 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 Perish 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.

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ABOUT YOU
Name: estelle
Age: fourteen
Years Roleplaying: 3+ years
Rule Phrase:
Sample Roleplay: vin kows how i do ;] ( cleared by the almighty vinster ) [/blockquote][/color]