Ross, Farrah Nikole

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LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
FarrahNikoleRoss!

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alright, so you can call me Hayden and i have been kicking it in Mass for 18 summers. i’m pulling the strings of 1 puppet and she goes by Farrah Nikole Ross! 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 through PM, no problem!

LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?

full name: Farrah Nikole Ross
how do we pronounce that?: Fair-rah nick-hole ross
nicknames: None really
age & birthday: 16, April 21, 1992
grade: Sophomore
occupation: none
what kind of money you making?: lower upper class
ethnicity: White
face claim: Hannie Dropkick
appearance: Farrah's hair color is always changing. It varies between pink streaks, black streaks, and even blue. She has her nose and lips pierced. She's a needle freak and she plans on getting more soon. She has a few tattoos, including a ray of stars on her chest. Her eyes are brown, but are usually outlined with a black eyeliner.

I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.

likes: Scene, rock, sun, rain, night, loud music, piercings, coca cola, drugs, and sex.
dislikes: pop music, obnoxious preps, anything too cheery, morning, thunder, lightning, spiders, bugs, long movies, sitting.
fears: being alone and heights.
habits: fidgeting with hair and becoming quiet when she's nervous.
strengths: guitar, writing, photography, and arguing.
weakness: good looking guys or girls(more on guys) and smoking.
goals: To leave this town and make something of herself.
secret(s): She's actually a virgin
personality: Farrah isn't one to stay inside the box. She likes to experiment with a lot of different things. Piercings and changing her hair color is one way to let herself express the way she feels about the world around her. She doesn't care what her parents want her to do. She'd much rather go out and party instead of staying indoors like a good little girl and do her homework on a Friday night. Farrah is a generally nice person, outgoing, and the only time she's at a loss for words is when she's nervous. She will always have something to say, whether you like it or not.

Her parents are too uptight. Farrah was constantly pushed and prodded to go out for cheerleading. Ew. She would have non of that. She would rather spend her time smoking or making out. Those are the things that she likes to do to pass the time. But don't think that that's all she can do. She's a pretty good writer in her book, and she likes to take pictures of almost anything and everything she sees. Her parents have tried to form her into what they want her to be, which caused her to break away from them repeatedly and create her own image and personality. Now her life consists of drugs, parties, and light sex. Though she would never admit that she's a virgin.

It's obvious that she and parents don't get along, but she doesn't let that slow her down from doing anything that she wants to do. She has experienced quite a few things in her somewhat short life and she plans on experiencing more. No matter what her boring parents think. She figures that she'll be up, packed, and gone from this town by the time she's eighteen anyway. So there's nothing left to hold her back. Right?

YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?

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sexuality:Straight but she's always willing to experiment
turn ons: piercings, tattoos, nice body, personality, and humor.
turn offs:immature, short, preppy, obnoxious, and pretending to be oblivious.

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

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mother: Georgia Ross
father:Hank Ross
siblings: none
spouse: none
children:none
other relatives:Too far away to care about.
pets:Bowie, her white cat.
hometown:Los Angeles, California
current residence: Hershey, PA
history: Farrah was born on April 21, 1992 to Georgia and Hank Ross. It seemed like everything was going to be perfect. The picture perfect couple had just had a perfect little girl and they would soon be taking her home to raise her in a perfect little house. And it was perfect, for a few years at least. When Farrah was thirteen she started acting up at school. She didn't get along with most of the other kids and had started picking fights. Especially with the ones that had decided to make comments on her choice of dress, all of which her mother spoke against. They decided that they needed their little girl to bloom into a perfect and well-mannered woman, and living in Los Angeles wasn't going to do her any good.

Welcome to Hershey, Pennsylvania, Farrah's new hell away from hell. After being forced to move here with her parents to 'build character', she fell into a somewhat lazy depression. She wouldn't do anything except to get up and go to school. And even that was a small failure. Homework didn't matter to her and she would let her parents words go in one ear and out the other. Why was she supposed to care about what other people thought about her? Since she was forced to move, there was no doubt in her mind that all the kids in Los Angeles thought she was a coward now. And that ticked her off to the point where she discovered something wonderful. Hair dye. She would find the brightest, most obnoxious colors, and dye her hair almost daily. It never stayed the same color for long. And without being able to tell where she was getting the money to buy it, her parents could only assume that a friend was getting it for her. A friend that they had decided that they didn't like.

In truth, she was buying it herself with the money she got from small drug deals and an occasional sexual favor. It was a quick way to make fifty bucks. That's also where she got the money for her piercings. Which sent her parents into a frenzy. Where was the little girl that wanted to go out for cheerleading? Uhm, that little girl never wanted to go out for cheerleading. She wanted to go OUT. Period. Some would call her a rebel, but she just thinks that would make her like everyone else. No, she was immaculate. No one ever used that word, so she stuck to it. Farrah would spend as much time out of the house as she could, grabbing her camera and filming the world before it would slip away. It was one of the only things to bring her peace, along with her guitar. She could play for hours. Too bad her parents took it away. But she was clever. She got money and bought a new one, which baffled her parents continuously. Though they keep her on a short leash, she always finds ways to get away and live her life the way she wants too.

IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?

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member title: Bubble Yum
i know you read the rules: thebeatlesrocksocksoff
impress me, baby: Farrah had that irritating urge again. The one she always tended to get when her parents felt the need to talk up a storm about proper etiquette and whatever. God, she just wanted to leave. She knew they would be too preoccupied in talking about table manners to notice that she was slowly making her way back into her room. She closed the door with a silent finality and breathed a breath of relief. But it wasn't over yet. They would realize eventually that they were talking to each other about things they already knew. So she picked up her camera and quickly pulled open the window. She flinched as it made a deafening screech. Knowing that they would have heard it, she climbed out the window like her life depended on it and jumped to the ground, breaking out at a run as soon as her feet touched the grass.

Finally a good block away from her house she slowed to a walk. It was moments like these that she figured she would miss the most. Escaping from her parents clutches at the last moment. It was an odd rush that she enjoyed getting, which is why she also figured she went back time and time again. She loved the adrenaline, the fact that you were so close to getting caught. Farrah laughed at this thought and continued to walk down to the place where she had repeatedly found solace. It was an amazingly big tree. She had never seen the likes of them this big in California. It was different than the rest of the trees in Hershey, and that's why she felt close to it, because she knew she was nothing that this town had ever seen before. And if they had, they were lying through their teeth. Sitting down, she gazed around. Nothing could be more serene than sitting under a legendary tree with her camera. Nothing.

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