CONEJO, mariana selene. [FINISHED]

[MARIANA SELENE CONEJO]

MARIANASELENECONEJO!
under oath, keep it true at all times

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IT'S WHO I AM

GENDER::

FEMALE
AGE:: 17 YEARS OLD
SEXUALITY:: STRAIGHT
BIRTHDAY:: 03/01
GANG:: JOKERS

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IT'S HOW I AM

PERSONALITY::

Mariana has a “don’t give a fuck” attitude. Over the years, she’s learned not to expect anything from anyone and to trust only herself and her gang completely. She is very self-assured; she knows her place in the world and doesn’t want anything more or less. She is mostly happy with herself and has very few regrets. She doesn’t hesitate to stick up for herself and her family, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. She grew up fighting; it’s how she learned to handle conflicts and doesn’t see anything wrong with it.

Mariana can handle anything that’s thrown at her. She doesn’t care what people think or say about her. She always does what pleases her. Her favorite quote is, “My interests? Myself, and getting for me, so I just ain’t the type of chick you’ll be hitting for free,” which should give you a pretty good idea of her personality.
LIKES:: Turtles, elotes, Selena, Z-Ro, DJ Screw, and SPM.
DISLIKES:: Mainstream rap, rice, ugly cars, hot water, wearing a bra, and most girls.[/blockquote][/size]
IT'S WHAT I AM

LOOKS::

Mariana has black hair that falls to the middle of her back in soft curls. Her skin is tanned, with few blemishes or pimples. Her face is round, with chubby cheeks and a sharp chin. Her eyes are small and black, they are not her most prominent feature. Her lips are plump and smooth, they're the dominating feature. She's short and curvy, with chubby arms and long legs.
PLAY-BY:: VENTURA, CASSIE
HISTORY:: Mariana was born on March 1st, to gangbanger parents that weren’t afraid to show it. In the first picture of the family at the hospital, she had a blue rag around her head and her parents were throwing up gang signs. She grew up thinking this was completely normal, to have parents that wore blue bandanas on their faces, made signs with their hands, and carried guns everywhere they went. She didn’t know anything different.

She started school when she was five and hated it. The first day she got sent home with a letter that she couldn’t wear her favorite shirt because it was gang-related. The next day she got a letter sent home for teaching another kid how to make an “S” with his hands. She felt like she was being unfairly punished, didn’t these people know that EVERYONE wears those shirts and makes those signs?

Her parents didn’t care about her getting in trouble; in fact, they encouraged it. When Mariana got in her first fight at school at age six, her mother congratulated her for winning. When she got caught with a lighter at seven, her dad told her to make sure she was smoking the good stuff. Her only friends were kids whose parents were also in the gang, and they formed their own little gang at school and did as much damage as eight-year-olds could do.

When Mariana was nine years old, she was sent to live with her grandmother, who was rich and lived in a better neighborhood. Her parents didn’t send her away willingly; despite their faults, they loved Mariana more than anything. Her grandmother threatened to call the cops if they didn’t send Mariana to her. Because her parents didn’t exactly do … legal … things, they didn’t hesitate to pack up her things and send her off.

Mariana hated living with her grandma. She had to go to a private school, and wear a plaid skirt with a white shirt and tights. Even at nine, she already had her own sense of style and that included tight jeans, black t-shirts, and Jordans. She liked to scrunch her already curly hair, and apply make-up like her mom did, with lots of eyeliner and lip liner. But her grandma would have none of that, and threw out her clothes and make-up the day she moved in and bought her more “suitable” clothes.

The kids at school made fun of Mariana, the way she talked and how she acted. She got in a fight the first day and her grandma, instead of congratulating her like Mariana expected, whipped her and took away all of her games. Mariana wasn’t sad, on the contrary; she was pissed. She kicked a hole on her wall and ripped up the library books her grandma had given her.

After four years of this behavior, Mariana’s grandma got tired of it and sent her back to her parents. Mariana was ecstatic-- she hadn’t seen her parents in over a year and hadn’t seen her friends since she left. The first thing her mom did was take her shopping. Mariana finally got to dress how she wanted again, and her mom even taught her how to do her make-up. At thirteen, Mariana dressed more like an adult than a young teenage; what with her tight jeans and short shorts and cropped t-shirts.

A few months after she moved back, she was officially jumped into the gang, just like her friends. Her parents were so proud of her that they bought her an ounce of kush and smoked it with her for the first time.

Mariana lived and breathed the gang. It meant everything to her. She didn’t focus on the danger, the drugs, the stealing. She focused on how she had a family, friends, people who stuck by her no matter what. By fifteen, she was smoking, cursing out her teachers, failing every class. Her parents didn’t care, she doubted they even read half the letters the school sent home. Her and her friends egged each other on, daring each other to do riskier and riskier things. They only went to school because it gave them something to do; none of them were particularly concerned with their education. All Mariana cared about was money. She remembered what it was like, moving from house to house, sleeping on people’s couches because her parents couldn’t pay the rent. How they used to eat stale cereal with water because her parents spent the food money on weed. And she swore to herself she would never be like that. She was going to be rich, and she wanted it quick. Selling drugs was easier than going to college.
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hey, my name is michaela and i am as old as dirt. i found this site on pb support and obviously i think that Mariana is trill. my favorite color is rainbow and i would really like to visit California one day.

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[JOSEPHINE ANNE HOLUNGA]

Accepted. Thanks for joining.