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[color=#F9E79F][h1]Keani De la Cruz[/h1][/color][/center]
[color=#F9E79F][b]What is your name?[/b][/color]
[indent]Keani De la Cruz[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]How old are you?[/b][/color]
[indent]23-years-old[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]Looking for a showmance?[/b][/color]
[indent]Female, Bisexual ; Whatever happens happens, ya know what I mean?[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]Where are you from?[/b][/color]
[indent]Los Angeles, California[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]Do you have a job?[/b][/color]
[indent]Tattoo Artist ; Bartender[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]What has your life been like so far?[/b][/color]
[indent]"Well, I mean.. hasn't exactly been pretty, I can tell you that much. My dad abused my entire family. Us kids knew what a lashing was by the ripe age of two, and knew it well on up into adulthood. He never struck us in places that were easy to show. Our mother, however, was amazing. Although she never did have the courage to stand up to our father, she was in her own way a very kind, loving soul. She never let us go to bed hungry or with tears in our eyes. She was always there. I grew up with my abusive father, along with three brothers. Life was quite a hell for me, growing up. I left home at the age of 16. Got thrown out by my father, and was forced to live on the streets for some time before I went to live with a close friend of mine in high school. The years went by and I didn't so much as speak to anyone in my family except secret letters I exchanged with my mother. The friend of mine who I stayed with, his mother would give her the letters from me and my mom would send them out to me in the mail. A couple of years had passed, I was in my senior year of high school when I found out my father had passed. Alcohol poisoning. Didn't have much sympathy or a shred of guilt in the world that he'd not seen me before his passing. Good riddance. I've been living back at home with my mom, since. Taking care of her. My brothers dispersed, and are off trying to live their own lives. We barely make it by with what I make. My mother doesn't work. She stays home and keeps the house clean, as she always did all the years we were growing up in that house. I hope to get out of that damned house and move into something smaller, and more 'home-y'.. maybe get a dog, and buy my mom that restaurant she always wanted to open up. Who knows. I just know I saw the ad for this and thought, 'Well, why not?' So mom's living with my eldest brother until I return. Hopefully with that mill in my pocket."[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]Any quirks, talents, or weird facts about you?[/b][/color]
[indent]"Cheerful. Selfish. Bold. I can touch my tongue to my nose. Uhh, very street smart and know how to fight, and fight well, at that. Especially if I have a knife. Guns aren't really my thing, but I can use one if it came down to it, I guess."[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]Why do you deserve to win?[/b][/color]
[indent]"Not that I necessarily deserve to win it, I just feel it's time for the people who don't have the type of luck to win to finally get something nice in life, for once."[/indent]

[color=#F9E79F][b]And if you do win, what will you do with the million dollars?[/b][/color]
[indent]"Do we even really get the full mill? Pretty sure there's gonna be some type of tax cut on it. Honestly, I just wanna save a good half of it, and use the other half to invest in a business. My mom always wanted to open up a bakery, and I'd like to make that happen for her. If it wasn't for her, I'd probably just get myself a nice 1969 Chevy Camaro SS and call it a day. Do whatever with the rest, ha. But I owe that woman a lot more than my life."[/indent]
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