Venus

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Just a reminder that we are now one week away from the current scene's deadline! I expect to have everyone's scenes wrapped up by then. I know some are already waiting for the time skip, but some are waiting for other characters to be posted for in order to continue their scenes. So, if you are holding any character up, please please please post soon! The sooner the post the quicker you can finish the scene and transition to the new one smoothly. That or communicate to the person that you will not be able to post by then so they can proceed with their post. I'd appreciate everyone's cooperation! <3

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So... Sierra has a new family! :D _{I just changed face claims for all family members except her stepdad lol.}

✨♡ Venus' Character Storage ♡✨

Alba Santiago

"‘Cause I am not a word, I am not a line
I am not a girl that can ever be defined
I am not fly, I am levitation
I represent an entire generation."
-Nicki Minaj- Fly

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Name:

Alba Edén Santiago

Nickname:

Just Alba

Birth Date:

September/20/1998

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

“Yo: have you seen these fat rolls? Yeah, my love life is inexistent.”

Occupation:

Part time hairdresser at Lucía’s Hair and Nails Salon

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Transfer

In Depth Appearance:

The first thing you notice about Alba is how her hair is always on point. As a hair stylist, she considers her hair to be a portray of her skills, which is why she has dyed it black, rose gold, gray, blonde, brown, brown with blonde highlights… You name it. Her nails are also always perfectly manicured, and she prides herself on both these aspects. Her hair is currently dyed brown with a caramel blonde, and though she mostly sports her hair straight it is naturally curly like most Dominican women. Face-wise, Alba has a pair of big brown eyes that are the windows to her every emotion, framed by a pair of neatly plucked and arched eyebrows. She has a wide nose, defined jawline and a pair of naturally full and luscious lips that would make Kylie Jenner jealous. Her clear complexion is one she maintains via a strict face care regimen, and that lovely light brown color of her tan skin is the blessing given to her by her Hispanic heritage.
Alba’s body is one of her biggest insecurities, as it is so different from the majority of the beauties of the Beverly Hills High School population. Thick thighs, big breasts, wide hips, big, round ass (one of the few things she’s proud of) and a much-dreaded belly that is the bane of her existence. Though she has lost the old pudginess of her childhood days, it is still not enough to make her be anything less than plus-sized. In order to hide the abdomen fat, Alba chooses to wear high-waisted bottoms and shirts/blouses that are flowy from the breast line down in case she can’t wear said bottom type. Alba’s sense of style is “budget-friendly fashionable with a hint of Latina”, and the only item she splurges on are jeans, because God only knows the struggles plus-sized women go through until they find that pair of jeans that fits them like a dream.

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M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Daydreams about the makeovers she would make to the school population.
• Always makes sure to have her nails and hair on point ( “Dude, I’m a hair stylist. I gotta make sure it shows!)
• Secretly judges people based on the status of their hair
• Avoids any sort of interaction with the school population
• Adds at least one word in Spanish to her sentences.

Hobbies:

• Working at her tía’s salon
• Reading magazines
• Watching soap operas with her mamá and tía

Likes:

• Food
• Styling hair and nails (as well as learning about it)
• Beauty
• Fashion and Beauty Magazines
• Giving advice
• Latin Music
• Latino Soap Operas

Dislikes:

• RACISM
• Bullying
• Rude people
• Nasty clients
• Poverty
• Her weight

Fears:

• Not finding love because of her weight
• Being bullied and publicly humiliated
• Being deported or sent back to the Dominican Republic

Personality:

♦ Hard-working ♦ Insecure ♦ Loyal ♦ Reserved ♦

At first glance, Alba Edén may seem like a quiet, shy and reserved young woman. Given the fact that she is a foreigner to the United States, she tends to avoid any sort of interaction with most people at school in hopes that her invisibility will protect her from bullying, racism or any awkward situations. But once you manage to win her trust, you get to know the real Alba: fun, loyal, dynamic, caring and a hell of a good listener. Alba, like a true Latina, is a sass queen that doesn’t take shit from anybody. If you’re her friend and need advice or an opinion about something but want a completely honest opinion, you can be sure that Alba will tell you exactly what she thinks about the situation no matter how brutal it is. To some, this blunt honesty can put them off, but Alba’s true friends and her family know she doesn’t mean to cause any hurt with her words.
Her struggles with self-esteem issues and bullying since childhood has taken a toll on young Alma, to the point where she is constantly putting herself down and comparing herself to other women because of her weight. Because of this, she is skeptical about any sort of male attention and tends to push them away, thinking they’re probably just using her, lost a bet, or want to humiliate her somehow.

Although Alba may seem cold and detached at first, underneath the timid, reserved surface lies the real her: a strong, passionate woman with a great capacity for strong devoted love. She will not only play hard to get, but more accurately she WILL BE hard to get for she is worried about exposing her emotional vulnerabilities and getting hurt. To get to Alba’s heart one requires patience, and he will have to court her and work hard to impress her. But you can be sure that once she is in love, it is for the long term. She will be devoted, loyal, make her man very happy and even put a little order in his life.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Dear Diary:
A new school year in this country awaits me: thankfully my final one! Seeing as I just bought this diary, I’ll start it out by writing a bit of my story, so you can see how I came to be. My name is Alba Edén Santiago Ramos, a 17-year old girl from ‘República Dominicana’. Dios, Patria, Libertad! I was born on September 20th of 1998 to Alberto Santiago and Lourdes Ramos, and I have the blessing of being the only child of the couple. I grew up in Suero, a small ‘barrio’ nearby Punta Cana: one of the biggest tourist cities in the Dominican Republic. Both my parents worked in hotel maintenance, which means we were one of the lucky families in the ‘barrio’ that could afford at the least food on the table and access to electricity even if we lived in a two-bedroom shack made out of a cement base and zinc boards and slept on old cots. I spent my childhood in ratty, secondhand clothing (the few ‘good’ items that I owned were always tucked away for ‘special events’), running around my ‘primos’ and getting into all sorts of adventures until I was old enough to go to school.

It was at school, at the tender age of five and in Kindergarten, where I learned the hard way just how mean and cruel children can be. Not even a month after I had started that I became one of the bullies’ preferred targets due to my messy, unruly hair and weight. Though no one in my family ever called me fat, I was a pretty chubby, pudgy kid compared to the rest of my classmates (especially the girls). I still remember the names they used to call me: Pig, Cow, Witch, Fat-ass, Disgusting Fattie… They still haunt me every day to this day. I had always been an outgoing, happy child, but all the bullying eventually turned me into an extremely unhappy girl who only wanted to be liked by her peers. It was too often when I would come crying home from school, telling Mami of all the names the kids would give me while I sobbed on her lap and expressed how I hated school and never wanted to go there again. After so many years of taking their shit, there came a point in which I was just so fucking done already. In seventh grade, this girl went ahead and called me a name I’d heard many times before, but for some reason I was just so done with everything that day I snapped. I got into a heated argument with the girl that eventually turned into a fist fight. They had to pull me off her, and even though I hadn’t done her much damage it was enough to let all the other bullies know I was not taking their shit anymore. Though I got suspended, Mami was proud of me for finally sticking up to myself. But even if the constant teasing had stopped, it had taken its toll on me. Their cruelty made me extremely insecure, self-conscious and convinced that I will never get anything good in life because of my weight.

Anyway, back to my story!

The day I finished eighth grade, Mami surprised me with the news that with the last deposit Papi had sent us we finally had enough money to buy the plane tickets that would send us to California. He had illegally moved to California and started working on a factory when I was 4 in hopes of raising enough money to legally get us out of the DR, and after so many years he had finally raised his goal. We would be reunited as a family after nearly ten years!!! Mami and I were so happy that day… We cried our eyes out as if someone had died. We called Titi Lucy, and I remember she cried as hard as we did too. We were all so happy… This was our opportunity at a better life: our miracle.
Since we already had all documentation ready, we moved to California two weeks after I finished eighth grade. When we landed, I was shocked. The urban contrast was so different from my little barrio in the countryside, but when we got to Titi Lucy’s apartment another crying session was done. We had safe electricity in all the apartment, reliable water service, our own rooms in a place that wasn’t made out of zinc boards and cement… We even had BEDS!!! I actually had a bed to sleep on! Titi Lucy was incredibly happy to have us there, and was even kind enough to hire us to work at her salon as a way for us to start building our new California life. That night, when Papi arrived at the apartment, our family was finally reunited for the first time in nearly ten years. We cried, laughed, exchanged stories… We had many hopes and dreams for our future.

Then, it happened...

About a month after we arrived at Cali, we got a call from the Department of Immigration: the factory Papi worked at had been raided by Immigration after someone had snitched that they had a few undocumented immigrants working for them, and he was to be deported back to the DR in the next seven days. Mami and I were heartbroken... All of those hopes and dreams of our whole, happy family living the American Dream were shattered. Coño, I’m even crying as I write this… Papi is still there in the DR, and since the day of that call we have been working endlessly to legally bring him back here with us: his home. My biggest dream is that he’s able to attend my high school graduation. Anyway, it was this what made me so paranoid about deportation and people finding out I’m from the DR: I think they’ll be racist pendejos about it. It’s obvious people will know with just one look at my face, but if I stick to my plan of living in the shadows of high school for just one more year it will be done and over. Although I have a few people I can say I have had a friendly relationship with (like my faithful client Audrey Huntsberg, sweet Josie Thompson and my favorite geek Niles MacMillan), that’s as 0far as I get in terms of friends. I have made it my mission to go through high school without attracting attention to myself: and I have been doing a hell of a job.

So… Let’s wait and see what surprises my Senior year has in store for me.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

None. She tries her hardest to avoid getting involved in school activities, so she rushes straight to her tía’s salon for work every day.

Extra:

E.S.T.- White Lies (Not of this year, but I love it)

Anything Else:

Alba’s Family

Alberto Santiago | Papi | 48 | Father | Janitor at the Dominican Republic’s Paradisus Hotel and Resort
Lourdes Ramos | Mami | 47 | Mother | Hairdresser and Nail Technician at Lucía’s Hair and Nails Salon
Lucía Ramos | Titi Lucy | 43 | Maternal Aunt, Boss and owner of Lucía’s Hair and Nails Salon

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The Family Thread (FAM, FAM ONLY)

When your ex says he's back to the guild...

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Okay loves, in order to not drag this first day around too much we'll have the time skip to Rhett's party on Saturday, August 13. I'd like for everyone to please wrap up their posts by Friday, August 12. If anyone has any inconvenience please let me know via PM as soon as possible. :)

Official Guild Crush and Gush Thread

@foxygen

Official Guild Crush and Gush Thread

@foxygen Shut up >.>

Official Guild Crush and Gush Thread

@Cynder Hey! If it's not too much trouble I'd like to use your service! November 15 ^.^

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Also, I personally dated a fellow guild member (which I consider a mistake lol), and have crushed on 3 others: @Melo, @SgtEasy and another person that those who read my status one time already know about (and so does he lol).

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ROLE CALL!
Just wanna see how everyone's holding up! ^.^ Figured I'd do these once a week. :p

Also, kudos to everyone! We are officially the last ones standing, and I thank you all so much for being a part of this roleplay that is very much dear and near to my heart (as is to some others on here as well haha). Can't wait to see what the future brings us!:D

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Location: Beverly Hills High
Interacting With: Rex-Money @lovely complex, Chi-Chi @foxygen, Coffee Guy, Jadey, Jackson @Altered Tundra, Weird-Ass Surfer Chick @Wintergrey
Outfit

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Sierra was halfway through her cig when she heard a familiar voice call out a greeting to her: "Heyo, Si-money!" Looking a handsome as always, Rhett Aspen made his way to where Sierra stood. It was welcome company for the raven-haired girl, as she was getting rather bored and she knew Rhett was hella fun. "What's up, Rex-Money." Sierra replied with a smile, putting her cig in her mouth and keeping hold of it with pursed lips as she and Rhett did their special handshake. Back when he was a freshman and she was a sophomore the two had decided that their friendship required something special, and so they had spent hours making up and practicing this handshake until it became second nature to them. Since then, the handshake was Sierra's and Rhett's go-to way of saying 'hello' and 'goodbye'.

Just as they had finished the handshake, a sweaty and breathless Archie Wilhem turn around the corner and said "Oh, sweet, it's you." when his eyes fell on Sierra.

"No shit, Sherlock?" Sierra told Archie sarcastically, nodding in the direction of her ex-boyfriend, who moved closer to listen to the conversation she'd been having with Rhett. "So what brings you here, Arch? she asked the gorgeous-eyed male, and got her response when Archie reached over and daintily pulled her cigarette from her lips mid-drag and took a long drag of his own, his own lips now lightly stained with the dark red lipstick she wore. "Hey, asshole, I was using that!

"You don't mind, do ya?" he asked quietly.

"Fuck you. she said in reply, which Archie knew to take as confirmation that no, she didn't mind. They'd shared more than cigs back when they'd dated, why would something like that bother her now? Not like it was the last one on her pack or anything.

Once the greetings were over, it seemed Rhett couldn't hold back on something exciting he wanted to Sierra. "Coffee guy was totally checking you out! You better believe he thinks you're money."

Sierra narrowed her eyes at her friend. "Wait, what? Who the fuck are you talking about? she asked suspiciously, looking in the direction Rhett was pointing to. Her blue eyes fell on a handsome guy sitting by himself by one of the tables, a ridiculously attractive mellow expression on his face. He looked to be tall, with rich caramel brown skin, long brown locks that reached his shoulders, and a matching pair of well-groomed beard and mustache that reminded Sierra of those misunderstood poets of the early 1900's.

"Coffee guy? Who's that? Think he's got a coffee for me?" Sierra heard Archie chime in, but she kept her narrowed eyes on the young man, examining him. There was something familiar about this guy, and she wanted to know why. It suddenly came to her. "Wait, isn't that the guy who always sings those sappy love songs with his guitar on every talent show? The way he sings about love makes me throw up, but his voice is on fucking point. Gives me shivers and shit."

Rhett seemed to take this as encouragement from Sierra to take some action, because the next thing she knew Rhett was bellowing out to the guy: "JASON. MAN. HEYO JASON, COME HERE!".

"RHETT! What the fuck are you doing?! Sierra spat at her friend, looking at him like he had lost his damn mind. But Rhett wasn't paying attention, because he was still beckoning Jason over. Her disbelieving expression shifted to Archie when she heard him laugh along to Rhett's actions and even go as far as to join him in calling over the guy. "You two fuckers are unbelievable. she reprimanded them, shaking her head but with a smirk that told them she was just joking.

"Whoa, careful, don't make him more nervous."

"Since when are you so concerned with other people's feelings, Chi-Chi?" Sierra teasingly asked Archie, using her old pet name for him (also a Dragon Ball Z reference she was sure he'd never get) and taking a jab at how she knew he often used people for his own gain without taking much account of their feelings. She didn't say it in a way meant to be insulting, but more like a simple tease. She took a deep pull from her cig before letting it rest on her hand, which Archie took advantage of to another drag by placing his mouth behind her cigarette-holding hand while Rhett wrapped one of his arms around Sierra's waist.

You're killin' your hot bod suckin' on that butt." Rhett told her, taking a light jab of his own that Sierra was quick to respond to.

"Says the free-runner parkourist who's friends with that walking death hazard called Jackson Drake." she jabbed back, taking another drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke on Rhett's face. "We're all gonna die anyway, Rexie. Might as well choose my own poison.

Sierra had been too busy throwing shade at her friends that she didn't notice that 'Coffee Guy' had actually walked over to join them until she felt him standing right next to her. She then turned her attention to him, cocking her head and pursing her lips. Now that he was up close, Sierra confirmed he was indeed the guy with the killer voice she secretly loved to hear. She'd seen him around school since freshman year, and they might have taken a few classes together (which, if they did, Sierra didn't remember), but that was as far as it went. However, now that Rhett had pointed him out, Sierra couldn't help but think he was damn cute, even if right now he looked like a deer in that short moment that it's caught in the headlights of an incoming car. The young woman gave a mental shrug. Not like she hadn't seen that look in most people who approached her, anyway.

Unfortunately, their little 'party' was interrupted all too soon when unwelcome guests decided to crash before it had even started. At the arrival of that ball of annoyance Jackson asking Rhett why he was 'hogging up all the fun' and the blond surfer chick who didn't know how to speak proper English (two people that truly tested Sierra's short patience), Sierra decided there was too much people around for her taste. "Oh, no. Fuck this shit. I'm out." she declared, raising her hands in the air as a sign of defeat.This was supposed to be her quiet happy place, and she had been enjoying said place with Rex, Archie and the eye candy Coffee Guy. But with a growing crowd on the scene, it was best to bow the hell out before anyone decided to push her buttons.

"I'll see you around, Arch. And make sure you drink some water, dude, 'cause you look like shit." she told Archie in her usual combination of concern and blunt honesty while lighting up a new cig and handing it to him. "I figure you need this right now." Sierra then did the handshake with Rhett as a sign of goodbye, gave Jade (who had been hanging around near the group but hadn't joined) a cheeky wink and without so much as a glance at the others she turned around to leave.

But after taking three steps away, she remembered there was still a matter left to be taken care of.

Turning around again, Sierra walked back the few steps she had taken. "You are coming with me, Coffee Guy." she told Jason in a commanding voice, a smirk on her face. Before the poor guy could make any sign of confirmation or rejection Sierra had already grabbed him by the arm and begun to lead him in the direction she was going: away from the crowd and even further from the activities assembly. When Sierra thought they had reached a good enough distance that offered them some privacy, she turned around to face him, black and blue waves whipping back at the action.

"So... Rex-Money back there said you were checking me out. Any truth to his words?" Sierra asked Jason, raising one of her perfectly arched black eyebrows and crossing her arms in front of her chest, digging her blue eyes onto the young man's chocolate brown ones that reminded her of two mugs of delicious hot cocoa on a cold winter night.