Venice Manhattan Brighton

General Information

Full Name: Venice Manhattan Brighton

Nickname(s): Iceberg, Ice Queen

Gender: Female

Age: HS + College (18), Other (27)

Birthday: May 28th

Appearance

Eye Colour: Green with some gray specks on closer inspection

Eye Adornment:  None

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde with pink, purple and blue streaks; think cotton candy

Hair Length: Shoulder blade.

Hair Style: Normally pulled back into a ponytail with bangs pulled aside.

Height: Approximately 5'10"

Weight: Approximately 165 lbs

Body Shape: Rectangle. Excellent legs; years of running.

Tattoo(s): None

Piercing(s): None

 Quick Blurb/Story

           "Attention everyone," Mrs. Anderson yelled out over the steadily increasing murmur of her first period class. "It's time to be quiet now and ya'll know that," she added on as she looked over every student with her piercing dark brown eyes. "We have a new student to this fine, fine school of ours joining us in class today, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcomed," she finally announced almost everyone had settled down beyond the occasional fidget or squeak of a chair. "Everyone, meet Ms. Brighton," she said whilst gesture over to the tall, quiet girl next to her.

           "Uhm," the previously silent girl stammered out almost inaudibly as she looked over the mostly attentive group of students seated in front of her with mostly light green eyes. "Heya, I'm Venice. It's nice to sorta meet all of you, I guess," she rambled off as pleasantly as possible, the last couple of words mumbled to herself.

           "Is there anything else that you would like to share?" Mrs. Anderson asked eagerly out of genuine curiosity as she was the sort of person that always enjoyed learning more about someone; regardless of who they were. "Where you're from, why you moved, absolutely anything at all."

          "Err, sure, I guess," Venice replied with a forced smile in place. "I'm from Nowheresville, North Dakota, I don't find puppies offensive, and I would really, really like to sit down now."

          Looking almost ashamed of herself at first, Mrs. Anderson quickly offered up a smile to cover it up before addressing the spoken want. "Oh right, of course ya' do dear," she began before letting out a small chuckle at what could be attested to as forgetfulness. A chuckle that was soon accompanied by the sounds of a few students laughing as well. "There's an empty seat back there next to Miss Katie with your name on it darling," she said finally to resolve the issue, nodding her head back in the direction of the desk and chair combination seat.

          "Thanks," muttered Venice as a small, true smile crept it's way on to her face; relief washing over her face as she was grateful for the chance to sit down. Her worn, black backpack bounced up and down ever so slightly with each of her hurried steps towards the desk in the back. Upon arrival at the designated free seat, she quickly slid into it while slinging her backpack off of her right shoulder. Dropping it off of her left shoulder she allowed it to hit the carpeted ground with a light thud. Shifting in her seat to become more comfortable, Venice stretched out her long legs to rest her neon green Converse clad feet on the metal bookshelf on the bottom of the seat in front of her. Reaching down, she dragged a notebook from her bag and settled into the familiar routing of taking notes as a teacher droned on.