*MARKS, mikinzei arabella

[Arabella Marks]

LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
ARABELLA MIKINZEI MARKS !

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alright, so you can call me Abbi and i have been kicking it in central time for almost sixteen summers. i’m pulling the strings of one puppet and they go by you're reading the app for them...! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at [e-mail]., no problem!

LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?

full name: Arabella Mikinzei Marks
how do we pronounce that?: air-uh-bell-uh ; m-k-ihn-zhee; mar-hks
nicknames: ara, bella, bells,et cetera...
age & birthday: seventeen, april eighth.
grade: senior, oh nine, bby!
occupation: not applicable
what kind of money you making?: upper class,
ethnicity: brazilian, italian...
face claim: vanessa hudgens
appearance: Her eyes, are a light, blue green, to hazel-y colour, with specks of sea green that always seem to be gleaming, and always seem to be smiling back at you.
She has dark brown hair, with a few light streaks in and out. It was long until about the ninth grade, when she decided she was going to whack it all(most of it, anyways) off. It now, sweeps the small of her back, farther before the usual cut. She stands about five-eight, and weighs about one hundred-eighteen pounds, making her light, but not bony. And skinny, but not sickly looking.

She has , goldenly tanned, too look at, and sort of stands out to the eyes. It sets off her dark eyes, and her earthy toned hair, which is a different look than most.
She has full lips, and giant hazel eyes, that sometimes look mournful, and melancholy. Her mother used to say she had cow eyes[just a different colour] , as a child, because they were so huge. And when assigned to do a self portrait, in andvanced art, in the tenth grade, she drew a straight line, like everyone else's lips, but was then told that she was not plain at all. Her art teacher showed her how to draw herself properly, as in, the straight line, into fine, well curved, very defined cupids lips. Their not always, but sometimes chapped, and she bites on them a lot. Thus, she carrries chap stick in her pocket; usually cherry.

It's the pretty, but simple look. She doesn't always take the greatest measures, because sometimes it all just seems to fall together when picking out something to wear. She does take great lengths mostly, truly, and she doesn't slouch, unless she doesn't feel well, or she's depressed.

[over all{Arabella stands five eight, and weighs about one hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet. She looks rather thin, as do most models, but not as per say, the anorexists, and bulimists. Her's is a natural thin, and not overly done. She hates fakeness. IE, plastic surgery, botox, lipo, and all of those other things that are artificial.
She's rather pale, but not sickly so. She has bright blue eyes that pop when the makeup is applied right.. Okay, so they pretty much pop all the time, with or without the makeup. They're just that bright. She has about a bright colour of eyes, as is her personality. They shine in the light, and she loves them(them being the one thing she will admit is pretty about her).}

I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.

likes: ( boys, fashion, modeling, heath ledger(rip), fall out boy, secondhand serenade, metro station, the colour royal blue, teal, and deep plum purple, cats(kittens mainly), animals in general, blue eyes, a personality(it makes the person, not the body--although thats a plus..;]), and {skim!}chocolate milk. )
dislikes: ( sluts, cockiness, egotists, animal cruelty, ridicule, lemons, bananas, bright yellw, bright neon-y colours in general (they make your eyes hurt!), tackiness, laziness, and stupidity )
fears: ( letting people down, becoming..nothing , spiders, heights )
habits: ( flirting off and on without knowing, biting her nails, tapping her fingers, tapping her feet, biting her lower lip when nervous )
strengths: ( can say no (if she only would more often), knows three different languages, works well with others, can draw, can sew, accepts people as they are, doesn't judge. )
weakness: ( blue eyes, a nice smile, a good sense of humor, animals, books, poetry, and photography )
goals: ( to make something of herself, to become a writer, not to let her friends and family down , to maybe find true love? )
secret(s): ( has tons of money, doesnt want people to know, is really smart, acts average, has a sweet innocent core, but a harder exterior )
personality:
Being of course, even though it was her mother, and not her that was born on july fourth,it still makes Aarabella quite the firecracker. She sort of has a temper, but not the kind that blows up with too big of a bang. They always said she must have been a dud, or something. She's more the fountain type. You have to light her up, and stand back and give her a bit to light up and display her true colours.

She hates fauxs. She has always had a thing about people lying and pretending to be what they are not, when they are not. It just irks her, quite a bit.
She has been known to smack a few people. As in, sluts being all. .well, slutty. Atleast she is discreet about hers, so why should they flaunt their's all over the place? She hates seeing the giggling bimbos, with less 'clothes' with less cloth than her underwear on. It's gross, belittling, and totally giving up your feministic principles, and telling the men that they are, superior, and you are there to please them. Which, she is not. She's here to be her.
"No guy is worth crying over, and when you find the one that is, he won't make you cry.." that is the motto she has went by for ages. And it works. Getting emotionally attatched is always her downfall, so she has distanced herself a bit from most guys. Sad, but true..
She will actually play soccer, and softball along, but its nothing hardcore in the sportage area. She is okay. Well, exceptional for one whom only plays or practices when the season starts up. And who knows? If she actually tried, maybe she'd be really good? There's definately a bit of potential there, lurking around.. somewhere.
Of all the things that she hates is the morning. Well, that and Monday..mornings. She doesn't so much as mind the goin to school. Its the having to get up at six when she has been getting up at nine or so. And, she hates daily routines. Most of her schedule is on a whim. No real planning at all. What will be, will be.

She absolutely hates fakers. Its so stupid to try and change who you are. Just for a guy especially. She would never go against her own priniciples just to get someone to like her. They can love her for who she is, or go the heck away. She is who she is. No one's gonna change that.
Arabella has always had a way with words. Ever since she was a baby, and had just started to learn how to read, she wrote, and read, twenty-four-seven. She loves it,and would never give it up. It's her way of getting her point of view, and her thoughts and feeling across.
Never let them get close enough to hurt you. Was always what Arabella has went by.

Concurrent, the torrence of truth hath been revealed. Arabella has never been one to fall, for boyish goodlooks, charm, or wit even. She's not all about the looks, although, she will admit that it does add, and has it's pluses. She likes someone with a personality. And finds it rather annoying when guys only want to fool around. She likes conversation, and has dated a few guys because of looks, and discovered that it was much like talking to a rock.

Along, with that note, she is very stubborn. As in, mule stubborn. Not just set in her ways stubborn. She hates some certain things, and likes osme certain things, and if they aren't just so-so, she won't go for it.. Like, for instance, she always puts her milk in her bowl before she puts the cereal in it. And of course, won't eat it if she lets it just sit, because then its all soggy, and that's just plain gross..

SHY. At times, around people she doesn't know, Arabella can be the most shy person you will ever meet. But once she gets to know you, she explodes. Its all a matter of her deciding to let you in or not. And if she decides not to let you get to know her? Back off while your behind. She will bite, and she doesn't like other stubborn people, because she is very stubborn herself

SPONTANOUES. She loves doing things spontaneously. All sorts of sports and junk, all of them are so..put together. So there fore, she almost always refuses to play organized sports. Normalcy was never her specialty..

STUBBORN. She is. Plain and simple. She always has been, always will be. Very, very stubborn. I blame it on her parents. They were the same, so she comes by it honestly. Nothing too bad, except when stuck on a subject, she won't budge..

CIVIL. She tries to always be very polite, and civil. She could be staring at you, and hate you, but she'd never say that unless you really made her mad. She doesn't like fakes, it irks her, but she hates obnoxious people even more..

SHORT TEMPERED. Its one of her many flaws. If you make her mad, she will go off. But it takes a bit too make her mad enough to go off. And if she does, you usually have it coming.

HURTS EASILY. I know what you're thinking. Physically, right? No, it's all. Physically, emotionally, mentally. At times she feels as if she could just crumble. It happens to the best of us though..

CLUMSY.She falls a ton. She could be on a totally flat surface, with not a single object in her path, and still find something to trip over..

LOVEABLE. She is so, that most do love her. In some way. Not always, the head over heels, nor the stalkeresque type, but the best friend, and sisterly/brotherly type. She used to be a major tom boy, and hung with the guys, always at football and soccer games. And always able to talk easily with them. Joking or not, she feels totally at ease, and at peace with them.
Which is all, a part of her lovability. Her aura is always calm, and she's always friendly, and open.

Her one true passion would have to be fashion. And not to totally come off as one of those g-rated uberly annoying bratz movies, but it is. She bagan sewing about the same time she began reading. And she loves them both! But the real fun comes to the designing of the material, finding new ways to wear things, and making something all come together in a pleasing to the eyes format. She also would love to model, although she really doesn't have too much self esteem when it comes to her being infront of the camera.

YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?

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sexuality: straight
turn ons: ( tall, dark, cute, smart, funny, skinny jeans?, well dressed, into music, poets!, lip biting (while being kissed. lol) )
turn offs: ( bad teeth, bad manners, nasty jokes, hates animals, is a meathead, horny jocks, overly preppy )

SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!

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mother: madella marks [deceased]
father: blake marks
siblings: none
spouse: n/a
children: n/a
other relatives: none
pets: none
hometown: wycoff, new jersey
current residence:
history:
Blake Ellis Marks, was born into a rich family, with many political and influential ties, in Brazil. Right away, he took up with his fathers' works, but he wasn't as hard an cruel a god father and ruler over the order as his father had been.
As a young boy Blake Marks loved the usual, and most typical adolescent boy things. He played sports, attended a prestigious and private boarding school in Italy, where he learned to speak french, and a few other languages quite fluently.
As a growing adolescent, his teachers began to notice great windows of oppurtunity for the boy, and potential. But Blake was adamant on taking over his 'family's business.' Until he met Madella Ortiz.
Madella Sarai Ortiz was born into a middle-class to wealthy family. She went to the adjacent boarding school in italy, but lived in spain part time with her mother, and brazil, part time with her father. Her mother was a writer, and her father a lawyer. Both made reasonably admirable salaries, and so did the rest of her family, as did they all attend Ivy Leagued colleges, and Ivy bound private schools.
Madella was set on going to an Ivy League college, and her bar was raised quite high, as were the expectations to be upheld by her from her parents. She was the perfect daughter, and did everything she was told. Even dated people she was set up with by her family.
Until she met Blake Marks.
The years, though, of rebellious teenage backfirey, and shenanigans, however, had not been a phase she had passed through in her more expected years. She had been the perfect daughter. Always home on time, four point oh gpa, never giving her parents a bit of trouble, or doubt in the world about her judgement [or lack of, as they further resumed calling it, after her falling for 'that boy']. She still, though, went to college. He to harvard, and she to yale.
After about two years of being together, even from long distance, they saw that they could both withstand the relationship, and that they were going to stick it out, for all it was worth. Not that Blake had warned her, time and time again that it was going to be hard. And that he really didn't want to drag her into anything like that. That he loved her. And wanted the best for her. But she was much too stubborn, and loved him much too much to do anything selfish, as to leave for her own saving. So July twenty third, nineteen eighty-eight, they were married. There two best friends, William and Abbegayle Prescott attended, having been married by the same priest, in the same fashion, except having been switched. Madella and Blake had been the witnesses, not they.
It was a tiny wedding, in an even tinier chapel. And when Madella's mother had found out that her daughter had not hada perfect barbie doll dream wedding, she'd almsot had a caniption... It was about three months before Blake Marks was welcomely accepted into the family, and ties were still cross.

Arabella Mikenzie Marks was born to Madella and Blake Marks on July fourth, nineteen ninety one. She was immediately the object of expression for the affection of the Marks couple, and was absolutely spoiled. She was loved utterly, and life was good.
Until June third, nineteen ninety six. Arabella was five years of age, and her mother was in a fatal car crash. Many say it was an accident. But only a few specific persons know the truth. Her family had always been wealthy. The Marks' were indeed, one of the most respected families in Brazil. But like every legendary family name, they had dark secrets.
The biggest, would have to be the mafia ties. Yes, Bella Marks is in with the mafia. And yes, she has an actual 'uncle charlie.' And yes, her dad can have you killed within the twenty four hours.
But on that trajestic day in ninety six, Madella was not being trailed properly, and someone else got to her, right in the prime of her life. She had done nothing but married the love of her life, and then died because of it.
As soon as she'd been engaged, and even quite a bit before she was so, Blake let Madella, whom he'd already fallen quite hard for know about his family. And why he didn't want her to hang around him. He was concerned in every way for her safety, and is still greiving over the loss of his dearly beloved wife. They went into the relationship knowing that it'd be dangerous at times. And also knowing that it was a bit risky for the Marks' to get involved with a person. The mafia will go for anyone that you have ties with.
And that day, they did. They got to the one thing that Blake Marks loved the most. Well, one of them. And now, Arabella is followed closely, and trailed so efficiently that no one may know, but they're there.
And now, present day Arabella, has her usual run of problems. She's the typical student at DAL, striving for greatness, and being a hard working student.

IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?

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Every bones been broken, but my heart is still wide open

LakynraineGentry

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Lakyn awoke, of course, again late, as usual. Her life, always on the whim, and sort of in a dis-aray, she was used to walking into classes late, and in the middle of the school days, no less, but today, she looked at her clock, and she actually wasn't late. No, rather today, she seemed early. In fact, it was only six o'clock. And she had woken up why? No reason. She hadn't had a nightmare or anything like that. It was like, more of, she had just woken up for no reason. No reason at all it seemed. It was quiet in her dorm. Quiet as could be, she supposed. All the rest of her family were peacfully asleep, of course. Well, what could've been expected? It was six, her sister of course, was asleep, and her parents would probably be at work already, so Lakyn was most likely all alone, in a sense, anyways.
She sat up, sighing, knowing full and well that she would not be able to go back to sleep anytime soon. No, it'd be tonight before she'd be able to doze off into another good slumber again. And from about her ninth birthday, she had become quite the Insomniatic. As, was her the name of her newest song she had written. Well, not newest, but atleast it was, because she loved that song. She had written it one night when she hadn't been able to sleep. She smiled to herself, and chipped away at the dark paint on her nails, forming it back to her cuticles, because she had repainted them before she had went to bed, and had gotten a bit sloppy with the paint, rather, no, very much so sloppy, just dabbing it on, to re-do the top coat, and then had went to bed.
Now, she realized, that that had been pretty much a mistake, going to bed before it had dried. Oh well. Everybody makes mistakes. She almost laughed at that..
She got up, went over to her closet and shoved the doors ajar lightly, and started going through her closet. Her hair she decided, would be down, and she'd let it curl natural today, instead of trying to straighten it. She flipped through the shirts and jeans, and grabbed one after another and threw on her bed, making frequent, and un-approving facial expressions. She almost always did that in the morning. She had been right on time, and been late because of this right here. It was quite habitual of an occurence.
She walked over, and sat lightly on the edge of her four poster,queen sized, down comfortered bed. She sighed, looking at the black satin on the bed and running her hands over it a bit, while her eyes skimmed over the clothes that she ahd thrown out.

Finally, Lakyn was dressed, added that little dab of make up, as usual, no foundation, no eye shadow, no lip stick. Just the natural look. A bit of mascara, a light bronzing cheeker, that barely even made a difference, and some cherry chapstick to make her lips shimmer a bit, and not be all chapped. She popped the lid back on it, and shoved it down into the pocket of her light washed skinny jeans, a hole in the knee, and one smaller, rip aquring up her thigh, torn just enough to be ragged, but not showing enough to break any dress code. She also had on a save the whales tshirt, that was her favourite. It was black, and had a rainbow whale on it, and the letters, were blocked, and chunky font, also in rainbow colours. The shirt was eyecatching, but not so loud that it made you wanna rip your eyes out, and have therapy treatment. It was a nice little scream, not the horror movie type. It said, 'I care and I have style, what do you have?" while some others would just say "this screamed at meh, and wouldn't shut up, so I had to get it."
She looked down at her converses that had black cherries on them, matching Abbey's with the tiny pink cherries. Lakyn's were just the opposite, her's were the light pink, and black cherried, while Abbey had the black and light-pink cherries on them. She sighed, touching her braided friendship bracelet that they had made two years ago at San Andres, and the guy Abbey had been falling for at the time, of course, came to mind. Drew. Well, now, Drew was gone.. He had hurt Abbey so, too when he had left, so abrubtly. She had fallen, and she had fallen hard, and ended up on her butt. She hated seeing her friend being so naive, and understanding, when the guy had not give anything in return. She hated him for that. Abbey had cried herself to sleep for almost a year, after he had told her he was dating some other ho. And, by ho, she meant it in the nicest of terms. As in, it was pathetic that anyone would do something like that at all to poor Abbey. Her little, unholy saint, she liked to tease Abbey, calling her that, in the most of affectionate of terms.
And, at least, now she had Noah. Abbey had been practically glowing these past few days. And Lakyn was happy for her and all. Sure, Noah was cute, but it wasn't the younger of the two Adams brother that she liked. It was Daniel(but he didn't know that)
Abbey had, of course, been named after a church. A famous one, atleast. West Minister Abbey, a famous church Abbs' parents had visited just before her birth, and they had taken a liking to the spelling of the old church's name. So they had named their kid Abbey.
When she was done, she tip-toed past her sister's room and down the winding stairs.
She smiled, thinking of her friend, and pulled the refridgerator, and grabbed the already open jug of no-pulp orange juice(the only kind she would drink), and opened it, taking a quick swig, wiping her mouth off on the back of her palm. She shoved the jug back in there and closed the fridge door back.
Running back upstairs, as quiet as she could be, she grabbed her keys, and her Iphone, shoving her phone down into her pocket, she ran back down stairs,taking two at a time, and on her toes, not even stopping to awake her sister.

She got to school, an hour early, and headed into the gyms and fields, parking lot, her stereo blasting a copied cd of her and her sis's newer song. She sang along to it, her voice blending in with her own on the speakers.
She parked, and hopped out, her messenger bag of her shoulder, and propping her large black framed shades(dior) off of her face, and onto her head. She then grabbed her athletic bag, and went to go warm up. She could play basketball? And then head to class? Practice pitching maybe? She was getting better, and needed to, too, because she wanted to be the Varsity's pitcher next year. She hadn't tried out this year. She had been afraid that they would think she was horrid and not even let her on the team. So instead, she had just tried out for the team, and that had worked out just fine.. just fine indeed...

She put on her short-short soffes, and left her undershirt on and pulled off her other shirt, not wanting to get it all sweaty before school. She put her Ipod's speakers on, plugging in the speakers, and playing Katy Perry's "Self Inflicted" blaring it only slightly, she started, singing.

"Every bones,
Been broken,
But my heart rips me wide open.
I couldn't stop you,
Baby, you are the weapon I choose...
These wounds are self inflicted,
Just one more thing I'm
Addicted to.."

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