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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Hoy me levanté contento, hoy me levanté feliz
Aunque dicen por ahí que están hablando de mí, hey (hey)
Joda, que se joda, que se joda, hey, hey
Joda, que se joda, que se joda, hey (yeh)

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The sun rose from the palms outside awaiting to greet Ximena with a beautiful day, some dare say as beautiful as she was. Not that that was even possible considering who she was obviously. Her alarm gently vibrated waiting for the perfect moment in her sleep cycle to wake up the sleeping beauty. Her drapes on a timer opened slowly as the sun shone in from outside like a warm blanket. Her window was open which let in a few bird and other forest critters. They jumped on the bed and peeled back the pearly white comforter that bundle their queen. Ximena came into view with a sleeping mask perfectly nestled on her face shield her eyes from the world’s disappointments. Sitting up she yawned before her lips curled into her traditional devious smile. The mask came off and revealed her soft features. She greeted her little critters and burst out into song alongside with her audience of animals. As she got up to get dressed, her friend began to tidy up her bed and accompany her around her room helping her prepare. Her voice was sweet and gentle as she laughed and skipped around.

Except for the fact that none of this actually happened and her real alarm rang letting out a horrid cacophonous sound. Ximena’s hand came out from underneath the covers and crushed the snooze button as if were made of paper. She kicked off the blankets before she ripped her facemask off and threw it at her mountain of dirty clothes on her computer chair. Ximena grabbed the small bell on her desk and rang it to summon her butlers that take care of tidying her room and preparing her for the day. She wasn’t so nice and boisterous with these forest critters, “Make sure you set out my clothes out perfectly on the bed and get my makeup station set up, I don’t want to be late…well I do, but fashionably late. I can’t do that if you guys are slow right? I don’t pay you to just look at me, although I should. Well I don’t even pay you at all ha. Anyways…uhm what was your name? Consuela? Whatever your name is just remember to set out my favorite thong out, it’s the one in my top drawer, kisses!!!” Ximena closed the door behind her for her cavernous washroom, it was the size of a small apartment really.

If a normal girl told you she was going to get ready that was code for I’ll be ready in an hour or three, for Ximena it was more like half a day. She needed to exfoliate, soak, and whatever ungodly rituals that kept her skin as soft and young as a baby. Rather than jump into her clothes she sat at her computer table checking all the latest status updates and tweets. Social media was her domain, her kingdom, if anyone made so much as a noise she heard about it first. She was the judge, jury, and executioner. There was only a stay of execution as she had just moved schools so she had yet to sink her claws into this school. King’s Academy didn’t know what they were in for, she would be the Usurper, whoever sat on her throne would have a rude awakening. She quickly signed off and put her mask on at her vanity mirror, the final step in her shapeshifting make up session was the application of her cherry red lipstick. It was her signature weapon, with a few stolen glances of self-absorbed admiration she kissed her mirror leaving her mark.

The uniform would just not do, she had to give it her own flare. She shook her head before seemingly pulling a pair of scissors out of nowhere. Fabric fell to the floor like hair in a barber shop; not too long and not too short, but just right. Ximena threw on a pair of thigh highs on accompanied with her newly tailored mini skirt; her blazer was left open with her undershirt unbuttoned at the top. Her nipple piercings bled through her shirt since bras were rather bothersome and how else would someone see that you had them pierced? Before she could run out of her house her mother’s voice rang in her ears, “Ximena make sure you go over to Andrés and go to school with him, he has been here longer than you have” once in a while her mother did have a good idea, I mean it’s how she got Ximena famous in the first place, “Ya mamá yo sé. Bye!” With that Ximena rushed out the house and made her way over to her favorite cousin’s house.

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Andrés was sleeping quite peacefully, that was until his brother snuck into his room and loomed over his younger brother waiting for him to wake up. When Andrés didn’t show any signs of walking up due to his presence, he turned it up a notch. The sound of shaving cream dispensing out of the canister could be heard in a low hum. A nice sized glob of white foam was perfectly placed in Santiago’s hand. His brother let out a contagious giggle before he slapped the Spanish out of Andrés. Ripped from his dream of winning the world cup and being named MVP, Andrés shot up from his bed leading to his imminent fall of the side of his bead. Santiago roared in laughter as Andrés rolled his eyes and filled with anger. “Porqués eres tan mamón?! Siempre la misma mierda con usted” Santiago was in tears as his little brother paraded around in anger. “Ya cálmate, mi querido hermano. Our cousin Ximena is here and she’s waiting for you to get ready for school. Get ready you’re late for your last year of high school. Make sure you don’t get her mixed up with that drug bullshit. She’s got enough on her plate with nuestra tía. Oh and you might want to shave that stuff off your face.” Santiago said with a quick burst of laughter once more.

Andrés went from a rage to a panic as he realized he was late for school and his cousin was waiting for him downstairs. Luckily boys got ready at the drop of the hat, none of the intricate tendencies girls had to undergo to look presentable. Andrés hopped in the shower while brushing his teeth, using the shower water to wash out the paste. He was only in there for about five minutes before he jumped out of the shower almost falling again. With his uniform on and his shoes laced he ran downstairs to greet his famous cousin. Their eyes met and she gave him a quaint smile matched with a hand wave like proper royalty. “Andrés! I haven’t seen you in forever! It’s so nice to see you again, how’s soccer? Don’t tell me actually your beautiful mother here was just telling me all about it” Andrés awkwardly smiled before heading over to collect his bag, “Yeah I have a lot of offers from professional teams and colleges, but I think my father wants me to stay and help with the family business” he said remembering what his brother had just told him. “Don’t be so modest Andrés, you worked very hard to get where you are mijo, now go with your cousin to school, you’re late! You both look great. We were never able to dress like that in my day. Oh god I’m aging myself, go now, make sure you carpool!” Lorena said walking towards the pool out back.

“We’ll take your car, I’ve never been in a McLaren before” Ximena said entering the garage, “It’ll just be like old times.” Andrés smiled and followed suite as they both got into his car. The engine roared and purred as he pulled out of his garage and whipped the corner and accelerated down the strip to get to school, he wasn’t late just yet. “Just so you know I don’t know anyone really knows what to expect from you transferring or even who you are or that you’re related to me. I think they just know someone famous is supposed to come. Whatever you decided to do just know that I have your back, familia cierto?” Ximena smiled, “Oh you don’t know what I have planned for these chingados.” Andrés pulled into his spot he pretty much had on reserve since he was King’s Academy’s soccer elite. His presence was bound to pull some looks and if that wasn’t enough XiXi’s presence would. XiXi got out of the car and flipped her hair in the wind like something out of a movie just without the slow motion. She set her sights on the group herding around the entrance, specifically at Victoire who she sized up as her primary competition.

Ximena stood by the side of Johnny Baxter, “Who you texting cutie? I think I’m more interesting than whoever that text is going to” she said as a hand went playfully through his hair. “That’s a nice camera you have there, I bet it would look better filming me. You’ve probably heard of me, it’s kind of hard not to when I’m everywhere. Billboard top 100 and Disney are just some of names in my headshot.” Ximena then turned to the larger group in front, her voice changing from seductive to commanding. “My name is Ximena Garcia, but you can just call me XiXi. I can’t wait to get to know you all” she said batting her eyes paired with a smile that was too practiced to be real.

Before Andrés could get a word in, he saw his cousin strutting her way over to the rest of the group. Shaking his head he opened the trunk and got his soccer bag and ball before making his way over. Not to be outdone by his own cousin he had to show off some flashy footwork, just not in the same sense. Andrés kicked the ball up making sure it never touched the ground even going so far as to thread it through the back of his legs back to the front. He caught up to his cousin and the group, catching the ball in his hand. “I see you guys have already met my cousin.” This would be an interesting year.

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Yuria's Garden (18+)

Waiting for a PM thanks

Bleach: Go Kokudo

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Since the RP will take place well in the past there’s a few things to consider when making your character. So here are some things to consider.

• There are only 5 divisions active at this time instead of the full 13
• 2 Captain Spots will be open, the rest will be required to make a lieutenant or seated officer.
• For now one race will be playable, that being the Shinigami. Quincy will open as we progress.
• Visored and Arrancar will open later if the story progresses enough.
• Adapt your background to the times with a decent backstory.
• While some will be higher up echelons in the immediate Rukongai sectors, don’t all create a rich noble.
• Bankai is locked until noted otherwise, Captains however can submit their Bankai.
• Character has freshly made it to their newest rank.
• Create some sort of thematic fell within your division and/or Captain/Lieutenant bond.
• If you have something you really want or can retort any of these points feel free to submit a request.

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• I am the Genryūsai of the RP, which means I am at the top of the power ladder. My word is law. Now that doesn’t mean I will dictate and
• dismiss everything, BUT once discussion go from formal to argumentative I will do what is needed to end the issue. Discussion and
• suggestions are open as I want to be swayed not argued with.
• All the standard rules apply for the forums (no autohitting, powerplay, ERP, etc…)
• The RP is advanced so I expect a level of writing competent to the rules of the forum, this applies to the Zanpakutō’s and their abilities as well as well as fighting style.
• Now while this is advanced I expect the replies to be intermittent, once or twice a week is fine, if there is an issue and becomes unmanageable feel free to message me.
• OOC and Discord will be our main source of communication, here we can discuss collaborations and working together.
• Have fun most importantly and get to know your teammates/fellow roleplayer.
• Apps are to be posted in the OOC and reviewed by the mod team before being able to participate in the IC and posting the accepted sheet in the Characters Tab.

Bleach: Go Kokudo

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Hello and thank you for taking the time to stop by and check out this RP. As you can tell already, this is going to be a Bleach RP. Since the end of the anime and manga I’ve seen the popularity in Bleach threads decrease substantially, whether this is solely based on popularity or lack of trying is unknown to me. Having GM’d a few Bleach and Naruto AU RP’s I found it was time to rally the troops and bring back one of the most beloved anime/big three (minus the fullbring arc). As I mentioned this RP will take place in an AU so characters will have existed, but are either no longer around or have not been introduced yet. Below you’ll find everything you’ll need to determine whether this RP is perfect for you, if not and you have any questions or advice feel free to PM me.

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The race of men suffer from the same ailment, they all want to hold some form of power. Why should it be any different when they are dead? Hatred begets more hatred, like a time bomb waiting to explode, taking everyone in the crossfire regardless of innocence. Just as there had been a world left unexplored at the dawn of man there was one left unexplored in the Soul Society. In the chaos of a maturing world without law or vigilance one man decided to uphold peace and order. Matsudaira Yūzan, one of the first Shinigami, took matters into his own hands in order to maintain the balance necessary in the soul society. The creation of the Genji School/Shinōreijutsuin was out of need and for facilitation of new shingami in order to develop their abilities and hone their talents.

However, one man wouldn’t be enough. Matsudaira Yūzan needed an entourage if his iron will were to impose itself and leave any substantial mark on the world. In turn he wandered through the Rukongai in search of candidates for his new found school, where he found his two most promising recruits. They would become his star pupils and aid in further developing the Academy. Not too much later Matsudaira Yūzan had encountered Inuzuri Masanori, who had mastered his bankai and had displayed it in battle against Matsudaira. Eventually, Matsudaira Yūzan would found the Gotei 5 known as a band of killers, but served as the society’s vanguard ensuring balance was maintained in all forms. Soon after, Matsudaira would petition Soul Societies foulest criminal to join as a Captain within the Gotei 5, Hajime, Sagara quickly filling out his ranks. Unfortunately the time would eventually tick away and usher in discord, this came in the form of the Quincy.

Rumors and whispers spread about the rise of an unrelenting force who was led by a man known as no other but, Yhwach. The progenitor of the Quincy, slowly building up his army who would later become the focal point for disruption. For mostly reasons unknown, Matsudaira Yūzan sought to put an end to his reign before it could ever begin. The two were locked in mortal combat, this would be the first encounter for opposing races and witness of their powerful abilities. Matsudaira Yūzan had failed to kill Yhwach left with nothing but a massive puncture wound through his chest and lung as a memento of a failed execution. Centuries passed and the spread of Quincy began to rise, being the polar opposites of Shinigami the Quincy pushed for them to be the sole force to deal with the hollows. With time, their numbers had increased leaving the cycle of souls unstable. Once more onto the breach, Matsudaira Yūzan hand was forced and the will for balance became paramount.

His star pupils having become the first captains and able to master their bankai’s helped the Captain Commander exterminate and wipe out the Quincy in order to retain balance in all things. Like the scourge they were, the Quincy had to be closely monitored throughout the years as to curb any thought of revolution. There’s still a great deal of enmity between the two factions as the timer is reset on the next time bomb set to destroy all that Matsudaira Yūzan has worked to achieve.

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Here is where you’ll find all the information on the five established divisions. Why 5 and not 13? Well the characters in this RP will be the first ever to fill out their spots, thus making the Gotei relatively new and not yet nuanced. The Shinigami are and have always been small in number compared to the rest of the Soul Society, whereas the Quincy are reborn like bunnies. Since they are so low in number and trained with such precision they have only focused on building five divisions as to refine them and expand gradually and intuitively. This does not however determine their ethics and code of conduct since the demographic still has their murder like tendencies. While the Divisions will have an overall theme to correspond to, since they aren’t refined each squad functions as its own gang of sorts, structurally similar to the other, but ultimately left to their own decisions and rules regarding how each is run.

Divison 1

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Divison 2

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Divison 3

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Divison 4

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Divison 5

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Maybe if you're nice to me.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

^{MGMT - Kids}

“Forget about what you know about high schools, the bus rides that take anywhere from half an hour or more just to get to school, the fundraisers for the local firehouse, or the broken A/C during the summer. This isn’t one of those schools. No, rather this is Palm Beach where lions sleep both figuratively and quite literally. Kings Academy is what you would come to expect from its name….filled with 'royalty'. It’s less of a kingdom and more of a jungle. You see King’s Academy is like a giant watering hole; you have the jocks who bash on their chests like Gorillas. The populars who demand all the attention like peacocks or zebra, more of a distraction if you ask me... and of course the freaks and geeks like me sprinkled in with everything else in between. Anyways, it was finally the first last day of my entire school year career. Let’s just hope it goes by as fast as those race cars everyone here and there mothers likes to drive.”

------------Checkmate, Queen of Kings

Aaliyah put the final touches onto her latest blog, letting her active audience listen to her latest chapter in her never ending life story. It was almost too surreal to think it was finally over, well practically over, she just needed to turtle out the rest of the school year like she had for the last three years. That was a perk of being a wallflower, she was just as invisible as the imperfections on the plastics. Aaliyah locked her laptop and was about to shut it close until she stopped and caught herself in her reflection. You know when you open your camera and its front faced so you see your horrible face? Yeah it was a lot like that. Her face grimaced in disgust as there was still dried drool hugging the sides of her mouth while her glasses were slipping down her nose, what a mess. With an exaggerated sigh she pushed up her glasses and closed her laptop muttering to herself in the process, “Man why can’t I be pretty?” Dejected, the school’s chess champion reluctantly got up and took to the bathroom. Unlike her model sister, she didn’t take an entire century to get ready, only about 15 minutes maximum and most of that was just her checking the latest book released on her phone.

Having showered, Aaliyah retreated once more into her room looking at her dresser, it was almost as plain as she was. The slight changes in hues of her monochromatic wardrobe spoke to just how much she knew of fashion. Pushing hangars away she clawed through sweatpants and pajamas until she found her vapid school ensemble, it felt more like an orange jumpsuit than anything fun. Regardless she jumped into her clothes and gathered her bag. Aaliyah kept her room insanely organized with everything in perfect position with labels from A-Z, the level of attention was nearing obsessive if wasn’t there already. Double checking she had everything she gave another once over, making it to the hall she caught herself once more in the mirror. If anything the girl did have some nice hair naturally. "Hey care bear are you almost ready? You don’t want to be late for your first day of school! You know I want to take pictures to show your auntie on Facebook. Ooooo you’ll look so cute! All the guys will be chasing after you, just wait!” A wave of fear washed over Aaliyah as if something had just kissed the back of her neck. Her mom was so embarrassing, she did this every year, it was worse when she used to be dropped off.

Aaliyah cringed and pushed the memories away, “Coming mom, do we really have to take pictures?” the answer was obviously yes as she cascaded down the stairs with the walls all littered with pictures of her and her siblings. The cutest part was they were all in aging order. As she hit the bottom of the stairs and turned to face her mom she was greeted with a bright flash instead, blinding her like a deer in headlights. “Oh honey you look so cute! I made some oatmeal for you in the kitchen and already have your lunch packed. I made your sandwich just how you like it! No crust and cut down the middle!” Aaliyah loved her parents, but sometimes they were a little too supportive. While her mom went to town on facebook, Aaliyah took her lunch and ate her breakfast while her dad sat at the table reading his paper. “You know I can still drive you to school? You don’t have to keep riding your bike.” Her father said muffled behind the giant newspaper. “Yeah I know, but it’s good exercise dad” she said as he put his newspaper down on the table. “I remember my senior year” he started to bob his head and laugh, “I hated it. High schools sucks darling, you’ll get through it, you’re a King and that makes you royalty.” Aaliyah laughed, her father always knew what to say to make her feel better.

She ran over and gave him a kiss before exiting through the door, “Bye daddy!” Unlocking her bike she hopped on, kicking the stand back and pushing down on the foot pedals. Biking to school beat out driving to school any day. It was a good workout, healthier for the planet, and gave her time to appreciate the scenic view that most people tend to forget since they’re glued to their phones or take it for granted. Most of the time they just post pictures of some place exotic they went to two weeks ago on Instagram with the caption, ”Take me back”. It was just how this environment worked, let’s just say Aaliyah thrived elsewhere. Eventually her serene bike ride would have to come to an end as she rounded the corner to the street the mansion like school would appear with perfectly black pavement devoid of potholes, the ever apparent palm trees green with life, and the luxury cars lined up like a dealership. “Okay remember, it’s just like any other day. You survived freshman Friday you can survive this.” She needed her little pep talks…even though she ended up becoming the socially inept klutz she always transformed into once she touched school grounds.

Aaliyah parked her bike in the only bicycle rack on campus, since it was so primitive to the likes of Palm Beach natives. There was no real use in locking up her bike since no one would be caught dead with it in hand, even the burglars saw it as a waste of time. Regardless she wrapped the chain around and locked it before taking a few deep breaths as she made her way to the front entrance. The schools around her started to fade out of focus as the appearance of the Serengeti began to bleed into her vision. The watering hole appeared and the predators already started to gather round scoping out the rest of the new arrivals. Aaliyah did her best impression to act invisible and kept her head down waiting for the others to draw attention to themselves whilst diverting it from her. She hoped a teacher or someone other than a sports coach would come out and save her, she hoped at least.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Pls don't DM me, they're only open to xenomorphs.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

XiXi

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Name

Ximena Garcia De la Fuente

Nickames

• XiXi
• Princesa
• Slut/Whore/Thot (But that's only because they're jealous)
• Boss Ass Bitch
• Queen of New York (Brooklyn Original)
• Succubus
• Miss Colombia

Age

18, August 22 (Leo's are the most fun)

Gender

Femme Fatale

Sexuality

Let's Just Say She Drives Stick

Relationship Status

Too Busy Taking Your Man

Label

Who All The Guys Love, But Girls Love To Hate (Jock, Gymnastics Captain)

Appearance Details
It’s hard to be the perfect diva, luckily for Ximena she has the money and influence to supplement her perfect body. This hourglass hottie stands at an average 5’5 which is the only average things about her. Soaking wet (Oooh baby) she’s a buck 15, the perfect balance between anorexic and fat. Now for the main attractions, Ximena doesn’t wear a bra. You might be thinking it’s because she’s a slut, but she has both nipples pierced and doesn’t want to be saddled down by the constructs of man. With her 32C breasts on proud display with her double piercings doesn’t take away from her voluptuous thickness in her booty. Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal her booty has a habit of turning men to stone, where? That’s up to you. Having her own private chef to tend to her TDEE and diet only extenuates the work she puts in with her personal trainer and cheerleading to obtain her ideal body. Aphrodite, eat your heart out.

• Hair: Dark Brown | Straight | Styled to her liking
• Eyes: Dark Brown
• Height: 5’5
• Body Type: Slim Thicc
• Clothing Style: High Fashion | 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
• Makeup Wise: Everything ranging from contouring to eye shadows to her favorite lipstick.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Normal Lobe Piercings, Both Nipples

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Personality Traits

💔Bitchy💔Condescending💔Effervescent💔Loud💔Charismatic💔Proud💔Vicious💔Determined💔

Ximena is that girl everyone loves to hate. She falls under the schools ‘Mean Girl’ and not by virtue, but rather by prowess. Everything that happens and is networked through the high school goes through her first. She is a natural born leader and somewhat of a bully which pushes her to become the center of attention. While all plastics seems dumb and simple minded, Ximena relies on her intuition into order to see the big picture when scheming, like how to steal so and so’s boyfriend or what pranks she’ll pull on freshman Friday. Manipulation and coercion are in her wheelhouse of tricks, with her silver tongue and dangerously good looks this girl can get out of anything or into anyone. Charles Darwin said it best, nature follows survival of the fittest, if that means Ximena has to purposefully make decisions that hurt people she will. After all she does want to be the fittest and queen of the jungle. This ruthless calculating bitch is one of the brightest and most narcissistic plastics to grace the halls of King’s Academy so look out.

Upbringing Synopsis

Everyone has a story, it’s just no one wants to tell theirs. Growing up wasn’t the worst for this queen, but every Disney princess has their own adversity to face. We’ll fast-forward a little bit to save us the hassle of learning everything she did as a kid. Growing up Ximena was always supported by her parents to do anything she set her heart on. Her mother was quite the endearing mother, she was the best friend more so than being a parent. They always shared each other’s secrets and went on social outings. While her mother was the more socially dexterous and willing to fight tooth and nail, her father was more reserved and easily gave into his wife’s wishes and demeanor. He was the type to just sit at the table and read the paper while smoking out of his pipe. Any words spoken to him seemed to dance around his ears and fall flat. Inaudible grunts of yes or no was his only form of communication as he couldn’t be assed to express anything else.

Now onto her early days, Ximena was born and bred on the streets of Brooklyn. The constant hustle and bustle was what set her soul ablaze. She was the standard New York Latina, she wore timberland boots, hoop earrings, a gold necklace that said princess, the works. Growing up hood warranted her to act hard and quickly learn how to protect herself from the rest of the pack. With her New York Latina accent and affiliation with the middle school step squad, she was far from desirable. Although being classically beautiful under all that P.S. 41 grim served to her benefit, on a whim a talent scout had burned through the five boroughs in search of some form of talent that wasn’t heavily sedated by thuganomics. When he found Ximena he knew he had found the one. Shortly after some convincing and portrayal of some numbers her mother agreed to let Ximena try hear hand at acting. Commercials led to low budget projects, which then turned into her big break, Disney. Most kids dreams became her sparkling reality, first was a role in a show that went on for seasons, which in turn followed movie deals. No one could turn away from the city girl who glowed up into America’s sweetheart.

With her rise to fame and no access to her funds or mind for such matters her mother became the guardian of her rewards. This was the beginning of the veil of sanity slipping, money and fame does an ugly thing to people who aren’t ready for it. Slowly but surely the disease spread through her mother like wildfire. The once winsome and boisterous mother turned into a monster, one of those helicopter mothers you only see in pageants and competitions. Love lost and disconnected, Ximena felt the venom start to course through her veins, it was like living with a stranger. Her mother constantly berated her and made sure she never failed or else she would face some type of corporeal punishment. While the disease rotted her mother’s mind and soul, Ximena was on the up and up, her voice had been recognized alongside her acting talent. The childhood actor’s rise to stardom shot like a comet and sooner rather than later was she signed to a record deal. The real testament to her fame was when puberty hit, sex sells everyone knows that. Puberty was gracious in touch with Ximena, her baby fat was removed and her jaw became more defined, her body filled nicely in all the right places, she was reborn.

Amidst her new image and having her support system closed off betwixt her cold and calloused father who was all but existent in her life and her toxic mother who saw Ximena as nothing but a paycheck, she turned to rebellion. Like a smooth beat switch, Ximena went from America’s sweethearts to America’s Femme Fatale. It wasn’t only an image to sell to the audience, Ximena needed to get her love and attention elsewhere. Having no father figure readily apparent in her arms only pushed her into the arms of other men. Yet being twice burned allowed for her ghetto side to resurface and protect her from being burned anymore, she became the one to hold all the power, the one to break hearts. To only further her career she was advised to take her career to California more specifically Beverly Hills, the City of Stars. What way to burn brighter than among the best of the best? Ximena threw herself headfirst into the culture and history of Hollywood and all it had to offer. Marilyn Monroe and Aubrey Hepburn skyrocketed up her list of role models, albeit not the best, but she was going down a road there was no coming back from.

Now 18 and branded as an adult, Ximena has started taking back her royalties and power away from her mother only driving her further into her using and abusing behavior. While she’s risen as an icon worldwide and millionaire at such a young age, her mind had begun to betray her. The seeds of doubt and fear of being forgotten slowly started to take root. Pushing it aside most days, our diva lands herself in Kings Academy after leaving her conquered kingdom of Beverly Hills to conquer her next throne.

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Family

^{Juan Camilo De la Fuente (Juan Esteban Aristizábal Vásquez) Father | Valeria De la Fuente (Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll) Mother}

Misc.

Drives: Tushek Renovatio T500
Theme: Cardi B - Bodack Yellow
Extra Curricular:

• Drama Club
• Fashion Club
• Music Club
• Gymnastics
• (Glory-hole Club) 💦

Song of Month: Rich Brian - History

(Not Everyone Can Be A Disney Princess) 💋

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^{Face Claim: Sofia Carson| Dialogue Color: AD3434 | Nationality: Colombian}