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[sub][color=#F96708]"Honey, I'm too glam to give a damn."[/color]
[url=https://youtu.be/OYyG9a2ZJUQ]Sassy[/url][/sub]
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[list][*]Coco
[*]Fashionista 
[*]Coco Chanel - Her friends will sometimes call her this whenever they love her outfit.
[*]"Femcee" - A woman who raps or freestyles; the feminine equivalent of "emcee."
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[indent]17 years old, 6/15[/indent]

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[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=ea7e5d]| |[/color][color=#F96708][b][u]S E X U A L I T Y[/u][/b][/color][color=ea7e5d]| |[/color]
[indent][color=#F96708][b]"I'd consider myself Bisexual, even though I'll typically lean more towards chicks."[/b][/color][/indent]

[color=ea7e5d]| |[/color][color=#F96708][b][u]R E L A T I O N  S T A T U S[/u][/b][/color][color=ea7e5d]| |[/color]
[indent][color=#F96708][b]"I just got out of four month relationship with this dude from another school. It simply wasn't working, so I ended it. Oh, well. I'll find someone better."[/b][/color][/indent]

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[indent]She'll do features in other local artists' songs for a small fee | High School Student[/indent]

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[indent]Senior[/indent]

[color=ea7e5d]| |[/color][color=#F96708][b][u]R O L E[/u][/b][/color][color=ea7e5d]| |[/color]
[indent]Musician[/indent]
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[indent][center]Natural Brunette [color=#F96708]●[/color] Dark brown eyes [color=#F96708]●[/color] One tattoo on left hand [color=#F96708]●[/color] 5'7" [color=#F96708]●[/color] 169 lbs[/center]
[color=#F96708][b]"Okay, well if I had to describe my style, the first thing that really pops into my mind would be 'fashionista.' I mean, fashion has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl. It all started in middle school when I somehow convinced my mom to buy me a bright orange wig I found in the hair supply store. Orange has always been my favorite color, and I wanted to express that. The wig was nice, and complemented me well, but of course I got clowned by my classmates and looked at as if I were crazy. I threw the wig away only to find that, a few days later, a few of girls from my math class had bought their own colored wigs and were rockin' them as if they were the latest fashion trend. 

From that point on, I made it sort of my mission to be my own person and not go along with what everyone else is doing or wearing. I decided that instead of following the trends, I wanted to be the one that started them. I want to be the girl that everyone looks at and goes 'damn, I wanna look as fly as her.' I want people to look at my outfit and say that I'm crazy for wearing it or that I'm too 'out there,' but then turn around and wear the exact same thing the next day. From my extremely high heels, all the way to my bright orange hair, I'm original. One of a kind."[/b]
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[center][color=#F96708][b][u]H A B I T S| Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S[/u][/b][/color] [/center]
[indent][list][*]Coco is ambidextrous, but prefers to write with her left hand.
[*]Has a strong case of RBF (Resting Bitch Face). So, despite her friendly nature, she often "scares" people away with her mean mug.
[*]Hums and taps on whatever is nearby when in deep thought or concentrating. 
[*]Takes two, sometimes three, showers a day - usually one in the morning and one before bed.
[*]Has a foul mouth, but is surprisingly articulate.
[*]Drinks more coffee than she probably should.
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[indent][color=#F96708][b]"I've always wanted to be a rapper, hence why some of my friends call me 'femcee.' I want to bring female rap back into the lime light; I want to show all these youngin's what real hip-hop is. None of that mumble rap bullshit, I'm talking the conscious stuff. Rap that has a meaning and tells a story. I want to leave behind something that will be played for generations; I want people to remember me. I aspire to be the next Lauryn Hill or female Rakim. And hey, maybe once I blow up I'll transition into acting and do a couple of movies or television shows. Or shit, maybe I'll design my own clothing line. That'd be dope. Of course, I'm confident that I'll achieve my goals, but I do have a back up plan in case it doesn't pan out..."[/b][/color][/indent]

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[indent][list][*]Shopping. Coco loves to shop, due to her passion for fashion, and simply loves a good sale. You'll often find her at the mall or outlets, and sometimes even the thrift store searching for new clothes to make her own. Thanks to her slight shopping addiction, she has a closet full of clothes and about seventy pairs of shoes in total.
[*]Music. Hip-Hop/Rap, especially. Mostly the grimy, boom-bap rap you'd typically hear in New York.
[*]Being the center of attention; having all eyes on her. She loves being on a stage in front of a bunch of people, doing what she does best. 
[*]Smoking weed. She's been rolling since she was in the ninth grade and doesn't plan to stop anytime soon.
[*]Making friends and networking. Coco is a very charismatic and extroverted young woman. She loves meeting new people. She's friendly to everyone, despite whatever differences they may have, unless you give her a reason not to be.
[*]Video games. She doesn't really tell people about her gaming, mostly because she doesn't want to be teased about being a "nerd" or whatever. She spends her weekends, if not at a gig or party, staying up all night playing Call of Duty and Overwatch on her PS4.
[*]Tattoos. She only has one, but plans to get a bunch more as soon as she hits eighteen and doesn't have to have her father sign off on them anymore.[/list][/indent]

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[indent][list][*]Being compared to her half-siblings.
[*]Most alcoholic beverages. They leave a bad taste in her mouth. Unless she's trying to get shit-faced, she'll just stick to Henny and coke.
[*]Gossiping. Most of what people have to spread around is hurtful or a load bullshit, so she refuses to partake in it. She especially hates when she is the one being talked about. [color=#F96708][b]"If you want to know some shit about me, then ask me. Don't believe what anyone has to say about me unless you hear it come directly from my mouth."[/b][/color]
[*]Liars, cheaters, mouth-breathers. The usual.[/list][/indent]

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[indent][list][*]Being forgotten; not leaving her mark on the world.
[*]Oblivion
[*]The ocean. Or just large bodies of water, in general. She doesn't know how to swim.[/list][/indent]

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[color=#F96708][b][u]H I S T O R Y[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][center][color=#F96708][i]"Ah, well where do I start? My name is Chanel Aubrey Martin, but everyone usually just calls me Coco. I was born on the fifteenth of June all the way on the other side of the country in Brooklyn, New York. My parents, Kimberly Martin and Jerome Howard, met when they were in high school. My mom was two years ahead of him, though, and basically curved the shit out of him every time he tried to flirt with her or ask her on a date. I don't really blame her, though. What Senior would be caught dead dating an immature little Sophomore? Eventually, she gave him a chance, just so he would stop bothering her. It turned out that he was everything she wanted in a man, so they stuck with each other even after she graduated and went off to college in North Carolina. My dad graduated two years after she did, and went to Duke on a football scholarship so that they could be close to each other.

My mom ended up pregnant during her Junior year of college. She was gonna abort me until my dad convinced her that they could make good parents. Four months into her pregnancy, he proposed, and they got married three months later. My mom went into labor during a family reunion in Brooklyn, much to everyone's surprise, and after I was born, I was [i]originally[/i] named Chanel Howard. Because of my parents still trying to finish school, however, I spent the first few years of my life living with my maternal grandmother in Harlem. My grandmother was great; she could cook her ass off, she always left me to my own devices, and her apartment always smelled like gingerbread. She died when I was twelve.

After my dad finished college, he was drafted into the NFL. I was five years old when he was traded to the Oakland Raiders, and six when my family packed up and moved to California. My dad made good money, enough to buy us this big fancy house in Beverly Hills and a brand new car for my mom. He'd even put some money away in a bank account to accumulate interest so that, by the time I begin college, I'll have enough to pay for it without needing loans. We lived a happy life, I guess you could say. My mom finished school and got a job as a therapist, and my dad was always travelling with his team. Things got all fucked up when my dad came home one night and told my mom that he'd gotten some girl pregnant. That was when everything started to spiral downward.

They tried to work it out at first. They argued almost every night, which usually resulted in my father storming out and not returning until the morning after. It wasn't until a couple of years later that I found out that he was leaving to go to his new baby mama's house. Turns out, it wasn't just a one night stand. He'd been secretly seeing this woman for months. My mom filed for a divorce as soon as she found out, and ended up getting about half of his things when it was all finalized, the house included. My father moved to a house in Oakland with the other woman, and ended up proposing to her just a few months after the divorce.

Now, fast forward twelve years. My mom and I still live in the same house. She's had a few dates here and there, but no one ever stuck. Part of me feels that this is because she's still in love with my shit-bucket of a father. Now, she's never home. She usually spends most of her time at work or at the bar. When she is home, all she does is watch Grey's Anatomy and boss me around. It's just she and I living in the house, with an exception of my two pet gerbils. My father still resides in Oakland with his wife and their two kids, but I don't really talk to them. Hell, the only time I call my father is when I need money. I do think he felt kind of bad about leaving me, because he sends a big fat check to my mom every two weeks for child support even though my mom didn't really push for it in court. He even forked up the money for my car, which I suppose I am thankful for. I'm not gonna lie, I was depressed for a short period of time due to my father running off and making a whole new family. I guess I just felt that maybe I wasn't good enough for him. He now has two daughters that he cares for more than he ever cared for me. It hurts. 

So, I guess that's about it. I'm almost grown now, a few months away from graduation and my eighteenth birthday. I've already started college applications, even though I'm not sure what I'll be majoring in or if I'll even stay the whole four years, but who knows? My mom doesn't see a future for me in the music business and isn't the most supportive parent in the world. She's actually pushing me to do something in the medical field, like her. Hopefully I'll get into Spelman or NYU. It'd be awesome to be able to go back to my hometown and see all of the familiar faces and places. I'm not that popular in school, but I'm not a loner, either. People like me, they like my style. I'm in a couple of clubs, but I'll mostly be hanging around The Underground, battle rapping or participating in poetry slams. I think I have a pretty good life. 

I mean, [i]I guess[/i]."  
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[hr][center][color=#F96708][u]A C A D E M I C S[/u][/color][/center]
[color=#F96708][b][u]E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R  A C T I V I T I E S[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent][list][*]Tutors elementary school students after school; counts it as volunteer work.
[*]Music Club
[*]Fashion Club
[*]Spends a good portion of her time at The Underground.[/list][/indent]

[color=ea7e5d]| |[/color][color=#F96708][b][u]B E S T  &  W O R S T  S U B J E C T S[/u][/b][/color][color=ea7e5d]| |[/color]
[indent]Best Subjects: English Literature, Music, Creative Writing

Worst Subjects: AP Biology, Calculus[/indent]

[color=ea7e5d]| |[/color][color=#F96708][b][u]F A M I L Y[/u][/b][/color][color=ea7e5d]| |[/color]
Immediate Family
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[url=https://www.txconferenceforwomen.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/viola-davis.jpg]Kimberly Nicole Martin[/url] | 39 | Mother | Marriage & Couples Therapist  - [color=#F96708]“I love my mom more than anyone in this world. She's been through so much just to take care of me and make sure I'm straight. I just want to make her proud.”[/color]
[url=https://www.opensocietyfoundations.org/sites/default/files/styles/featured_bio_full_675/public/photos/black-fathers-20110616.jpg?itok=-Yjd5up2]Jerome George Howard[/url] | 37 | Father | NFL Linebacker - [color=#F96708]“I don't talk to my father much and, honestly, I don't really care to. He's an asshole. He's so conceited and arrogant that for my seventh birthday, all he gifted me was a picture of himself in his new Ferrari. I have no idea what my mom saw in him.”[/color]
[url=https://cdn-04.independent.ie/world-news/article35941251.ece/c9969/AUTOCROP/h342/PANews_P-7327d317-79c1-4948-94e7-a469d764928e_I1.jpg]Lindsay Michelle Howard[/url] | 35 | Step-Mother - [color=#F96708]“She's a stupid whore who got pregnant by a [i]married[/i] man. As far as I'm concerned, she's just the woman who tore my family apart. She and her bastard children can kick rocks.”[/color]
[url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/zapped/images/9/95/Young-Zendaya-zendaya-coleman-30310810-472-351.png/revision/latest?cb=20140327002206]Hannah Reed Howard[/url] -  | 12 | Half-Sister - [color=#F96708]“I don't even talk to her. Never have, and probably never will. She's only twelve, but already has an attitude like her mama. If she so much as breathes in my direction, I'm gonna punch her out.”[/color]
[url=http://images.agoramedia.com/ugcphotoservice/100/41911275/5a806e15-5322-4a51-8b32-acb8d42c9e0c.jpg]Angel Lee Howard[/url] -  | 2 | Half-Sister - [color=#F96708]“Just like her big sister, I don't talk to her. As far as I'm concerned, we are not related.”[/color]
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[indent]Face Claim: Brax
Color: [color=#F96708]#F96708[/color]
I love those blueberry crullers from Krispy Kreme.[/indent]
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[center]1) [b]What was the original mean girls called before the HOT girls came to be?[/b] 
	The original mean girls were called The Unholy Trinity. The first names of the three "it girls" spells out H.O.T. (Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie.)
[color=#F96708][b]"A load of bullshit. This whole social hierarchy thing that they've got goin' on is... well... exactly what I just said. Bullshit. I mean, come on. It's high school. We're in here for four years, and then we're out into the real world. If you think you're about to be the "queen bee" in college or in your future workplace, then you're surely mistaken."[/b][/color]

2) [b]What is the Candies' true purpose? And who leads this generation of Candies?[/b] 
	The Candies' true purpose is to work as an organization of love. Ophelia leads this generation of Candies.
[color=#F96708][b]"It's kind of like a sorority. Or a sisterhood. Yeah, I think that's a better word for it. I've always wanted to join a sorority... just, not in high school, you know? I think I'll wait until college.[/b][/color]

3) [b]Last but not least, who led the original Elite? And how many boys started off in it?[/b]
	The original Elite was a group of five led by Bryant O'Connor.
[color=#F96708][b]"They're... an interesting group of people. I'm just glad that there's someone around here who has the balls to stand up to the HOT girls."[/b][/color]
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