mikayla ross

[mikayla ross]

mikayla ross

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characters full name: mikayla mae ross
nickname: mikky
gang: riots
date of birth: july ninth
age&year: seventeen & senior
sexuality: straight

appearence.
turn around there's those eyes again.

face claim: becky lou filip
general:
Mikayla stands at five foot four inches. She's proud of that, even though all that standing up straight and stretching business she did when she was younger didn't seem to have an effect. She has a skinny frame that she's also proud of. Her skin is always smooth, even though she never applies lotion. The only color she ever seems to get besides pale is pink, and that's only from blushing or putting on blush. No matter how much she sun bathes, she can't get a tan. It's not really annoying to her - she's fine with her skin tone anyway. Mikayla eats a lot, but never seems to gain a pound. She doesn't exercises or anything. Losing weight just comes easy to her, it's gaining weight that is hard. Some people would think she would like being so skinny, but actually, she doesn't. She doesn't want to be overweight or anything, but she does want to gain at least a couple of pounds.

Mikky's head is small, her hair just makes it look bigger. She has a heart shaped, beautifully sculpted face that doesn't need make up to look pretty. She still does apply make up, though, like: mascara, eye liner, blush, and eye shadow. Nothing else she really seems to use, except chap stick and lip gloss on occasion. Her lips are usually smooth, but sometimes the cold air roughens them up. Mikayla isn't one for lipstick: it usually looks pretty gross on her. The only lipstick she's ever worn is black, and that's just because it was Halloween. Mikayla has sky blue eyes, and if you look too deeply into them, you may just get lost. When tears well up in her eyes, people swear they are looking at the ocean.

Her hair is long, wavy, and naturally brown. She's not one to dye hair, no, it's been brown all her life. She likes it just the way it is. She does like to style it, though. On occasion, she'll wear it natural, but usually she likes to run a blow dryer through her hair and make it puffy. She also loves to straighten it, but has given up on it lately since it takes about an hour and a half. Very rarely has she worn it in curls, but when she does, she kind of looks like a poodle. No, that's not a good thing. Well, to her it isn't anyway. When it's hot outside, she tends to wear it up in a pony tail. Sometimes, it's pig tails, sometimes it's a bun. Mikayla is the person to look at if you need a new hair style.

Mikky's outfits usually depend on her mood. If she's feeling depressed, she wears darker colors: blacks, grays, blues. But when she feels happy, she likes to wear any other light colors, like yellow and green. She likes to dress in layers: usually numbering in three or four. She's kind of careless about the whole matching process, but does that really matter? Mikayla wears anything that she feels comfortable in: no booty shorts or tube tops, though. Those just make her feel disgusting. She tends to wear vintage anything. She really likes long, dresses that drape over her skinny frame well. She likes hats and big sunglasses, along with beaded jewelry and huge earrings. Mikayla wears anything that expresses her state of mind, her mood, her life.

persona.
fake indifference and i.

habits:
- lying
- saying things she doesn't mean
- losing her temper
- singing at random parts of a conversation
- chewing things
- screaming
likes:
- movies
- boys
- soda
- hot chocolate
- marshmallows
- smores
- sunsets
- sunrises
- phone calls
- night time
- romantic movies
- comedy
- electronic devices
- lip gloss
- rock music
- covers
- being warm
- snow
- rain
- sunshine
- flowers
- lightning bugs
- the sound of crickets chirping
- the smell of sawdust
- grass
- sugar
- drugs
- smoking
- alcohol
- parties
- swimming
- tans
- sand
- snakes
- kittens
- puppies
- children
- polka dots
- stripes
- clothes
- bikes
- food
- seashells
- chocolate
- neon lightning
- loud music
- faded things
- peace signs
- stars
- sharpies
dislikes:
- feet
- tongues
- eyebrow piercings
- belly button piercings
- the falling dream
- performing
- perfection
- the color brown
- fighting
- advertisements
- traffic
- radio
- mtv
- blood
- exercising
- stuck up people
- assholes
- backstabbers
- the isms
- authority
- sweat
- school
- cafeteria food
- mini skirts
- booty shorts
- dead batteries
- barbies
- hypocrisy
- peanuts
- boots
- prostitutes
- hospitals
- the feel of rust
- getting sick
- being woken up
- alarm clocks
fears:
- boats
- clowns
- porcelain dolls
- feet
- failing
- spiders
- centipedes
- men [haha]
- people & society
- perfection
- too clean places
- crowds
- death
personality:
People often look at Mikayla and think she's some sweet, quiet, well behaved little girl. Well, in a way, they're right. Mikayla is sweet to people who are sweet to her. If you want her to respect you, you've got to respect her first. She doesn't trust easily, due to her past experiences and the current war between the riots and gracs that are going on. In order to be her friend, you've got to show that you deserve it first. You've got to show that you do want to be her friend, that you're going to treat her right and will never back stab her. She can't stand having friends who act like friends one day, but the next are complete bitches. I don't want to make Mikayla seem like a loner or anything, because she isn't - she just has her opinions on how friends should be chosen.

Mikky is anything but quiet. The only time she is ever quiet is during a test, and even that is hard for her. She loves to talk, and no matter how hard you try, you can never get her to shut up if she doesn't want to. She's also very opinionated. If something seems idiotic or wrong, you can always count on her to speak up. She doesn't care how much trouble she gets in, she'll voice her opinion: no matter how rude or far fetched it is. People don't have to agree with her, she doesn't care. She's always one for a debate, so feel free to argue with her. Even though she doesn't care if people don't necessarily like her opinions, she does find their's pretty interesting as well. She's all about freedom of speech, so she'll never tell anyone to shut up.

Mikayla is a party animal. She enjoys going out and having a good time with anyone at any place at anytime. She likes to drink, and just have a full, blown out party. If you're ever bored and need something - someone - to do, just call Mikayla and she'll be over in a flash. Oh, that reminds me...she can be a bit of a whore at times. No, not a bit. Way more than a bit. She loves the guys, she loves to flirt, to touch, to look...okay, yeah, she's a whore. Mikayla is also very adventurous: she's always up for a round or two of truth or dare. No matter what the challenge is, she'll do it. She's usually very heroic and isn't afraid of anything(there are a few things, as listed above, but most of them aren't major freak outs).

A temper is something she is equipped with, and uses often. If you piss her off even in the slightest, you'll get a hint of bitchyness. When she's angry, she yells and cusses like there's no tomorrow. She tends to say things she doesn't mean when she's angry, like she hates someone. Occasionally insults will slip out of her mouth, but people know she doesn't mean them. Her temper can also blossom a bit of aggression as well. If you really piss her off, she won't hold a few punches back. She hates having to do that, but she's not afraid to do it, either. Mikayla is a fighter, someone you really don't want to mess with. She's anything but a wimp.

Mikky is a beautiful person, inside and out. She's the little girl you see running through fiends of tall grass, scouting for lightning bugs. She's the girl you come to if you need someone's ass kicked, or if you just need a shoulder to cry on. She's the geek who gets obsessed over a new movie coming out, a comic book, a super hero. She's the flower that stands out in a rose bush: the most vibrantly colored one. She's a fighter, she's a cryer, she's a girl.

history.
too bad you knew me.

parents:
justine && jacob ross
siblings:
chandler ross [younger brother]
sophia ross [younger sister]
history:
On July Ninth, a baby girl was born to Justine and Jacob Ross. Mikayla was their first child, and they had named her after a character from one of their favorite tv shows. They lived in a trailer park on the east side of Galion, and their specific trailer was falling apart. Jacob's job didn't pay enough, but he could never get another one. When Mikayla was born, Justine had to quit her job as a diner waitress so she could stay home and take care of her newborn child. Even though they were running out of money and were almost living on the streets, the Ross family loved eachother. Maybe not as much as normal families do, but they did care.

Good things can only last for so long, right?

When Mikayla was two, her mother started bringing home unfamiliar men at different hours of the night while her dad was at work. They'd be kissin' and hugging on eachother, but since Mikayla was two, she never thought anything of it. She just thought they were all her daddies(no matter how unattractive they were). A few of her daddies she didn't like, though. When the Ross family were eating their regular meal of mac and cheese with a coke in front of the TV, Mikayla asked where her dad was(even though her real dad was right next to her). Her dad told her he was right there, but Mikayla protested that he wasn't her only daddy - that she had at least three other ones.

Yeah, that was the night their family fell apart. Jacob immediately put Mikayla in her room and told her to put her headphones on. She did what she was told and was soon listening to Aqua. She didn't know that her parents were in the other room having an argument. And not the yelling type of argument, either. No, it got ugly real fast. The next morning when Mikayla was eating her Froot Loops, she saw that her mommy had cuts on her face and her daddy had a black eye. She didn't ask any questions: she knew what had happened.

Jacob still went to work as usual, though. He didn't think his wife was stupid enough to go behind his back again. Well, she was. One night, when Mikayla was seven, Jacob came home early to find his wife in bed with another man. Mikayla was sent out of the living room, coloring book and all, and into her room. She had gotten smarter, though, and she knew what was about to happen. Mikayla threw her CD player, her crayons, her coloring book, and all her stuffed animals into her overnight bag and carefully opened her window. She was out of there in a few seconds, walking away from the house of screams.

She was only away for a few minutes. Before she even got down to the gas station, her daddy's shiny volvo had pulled out in front of her. He had reached out to her with his big, strong hand and had yanked her into the car. On the way back home, he lectured her on how worried she had made him, and on how she was never to do that again. Mikayla just nodded and when they returned home, she walked past her crying, bleeding mother and into her room, where she proceeded to unpack her things from her Transformers suitcase and go to bed. The next morning, her mother had a fresh cut and her daddy was on crutches.

By the age of twelve, Mikayla had grown used to this. A new baby, Chandler, had been born into the family, and Mikayla knew exactly what to do when her parents began to fight: she'd pick him up from his crib and rush to her room with him. She'd lock her door and set the crying baby on her bed, where she'd proceed to comfort him and try to sing him to sleep. The CD player wasn't an option after Chandler was born - Mikayla just had to find a way to sing him to sleep and tune out her parents arguments. Her parents never once laid a hand on either of their children until Mikayla was fourteen years old.

By then, she was sick and tired of her parents fighting. She was sitting in the living room, reading Green Eggs and Ham to Chandler, when once again, her father's voice had raised. It wasn't about her mother sleeping around anymore - it was about everything and anything. The way she always chastised him for coming home late, the way he always told her to shut up...those were both two of the many factors that lead to their arguments. Mikayla chose to ignore the raised voices, though, until she heard glass break. She swooped up her brother in an instand - he was three then and old enough to walk and talk, but she couldn't wait for him. She picked her father's volvo keys up off the coffee table and ran outside, into the family car. She was only fourteen, but she started the engine anyway, buckled her brother in, and was pulling out of the driveway in a matter of seconds.

She was on the highway by the time a police man had pulled her over and had caught her. She was put in jail at fourteen for driving under age, stealing a car, etc. She was only in jail for about two hours until her mother had come and picked her and her little brother up. Mikayla didn't want to go home, though. In the car, they argued about why her parents were arguing. Mikayla couldn't deal with any of her lame excuses any longer, and she eventually yelled out that she wasn't stupid - that she knew her mom had been sleeping around since she was two, and that her father didn't like it. Mikayla was back handed - but it really wasn't the hand she got hit with. It was her mother's sharp, shiny new finger nails. The next day, Mikky's entire left cheek was covered in bandages. She didn't talk to her mother for a year after that.

When she was sixteen, Mikayla was given no car for her birthday. Not even a cake. Not even a candle. What she got was a front row seat of another one of her parents arguments. She didn't say anything, she just watched in horror as her mother grabbed a chair and flung it at her father. That was all she needed to see. That night, Mikayla ran away from home for the third time in her life. That wasn't her home anymore, though. No, that was Hell. This was a different run away - she was never caught, had never been searched for. She never looked back, either. Her brother knew her phone number, and he knew how to take care of their younger sister(who was only a month old). Mikayla had found a broken down shack on the beach, and that was where she lived. It was a lot homier than her other home, though. Yes, much, much more homier.

She didn't ever get a car, and she didn't get a job until later. She doesn't get paid good money, but when she goes to visit her grandparents, they give her plenty of money. All she really has now is school, her siblings, a laptop, a phone, and a shack. She's lucky to even be alive, and she knows that. Mikayla hasn't seen her parents since the night of her third escape. Even though she has no car and hardly any money, she stops by the trailer from Hell every time her parents are gone, and she takes her two younger siblings out for a day of fun. Their fun doesn't have to be spent on money, no: all they need is Mikayla's shack on the beach. That's all they need, and all they ever will need.

you.
monster.

name: suzie
age: fourteen
contact Info: [e-mail]
other characters: esmerelda starr, vincent lexington

proof read.
i got my lesson learned.

roleplay sample:
Esmerelda did not want to wake up today. No, not at all. Not after staying up until two, working on an essay. Normally, she didn't procrastinate. But she had totally forgotten about the essay with all the other essays she had due, and her friend had reminded her. All these essays were eventually going to drive her insane, she just knew it. Esmerelda tossed and turned in her bed, grabbing one of her pillows and burying her face in it, as if to get away from the sun shining in her room. What time was it, anyway? She glanced at the clock, and heaved a sigh at the time. 6:30. It was time for her to get up, yeah, but she really didn't want to. She groaned, sitting up from her oh-so-soft pillows, her eyes still closed. She finally opened her emerald, almond-shaped eyes and glanced around her room. She stretched her arms out wide and yawned, and then pulled the covers off herself. She climbed out of bed, nightgown and all, and strided over to her window.

She pulled the white, see through curtains back and stared down onto the campus. Not many people were on the grounds right now, but she knew in a matter of minutes the green grass would be covered with students and professors, who were busily trying to make their way to their classes. Esmerelda would be one of them. Oh, the academy and everything surrounding it looked absolutely stunning this morning. Of course, it did every morning. Esmerelda was so happy to be in Paris, her dream location ever since she was a little girl. She hummed to herself as she slid into her bathroom, stripping bare and then stepping into the shower. She turned the water on so that it was very, very hot[how she liked it] and then got to cleaning.

Ten minutes later she was wrapping a towel around herself and stepping onto the bathroom floor. She grabbed another towel, dipped her head down, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. She wrapped the mess of red hair into a towel and tossed it back on top of her head, the air whooshing against her face as she did so. Es walked in front of her mirror and stared at the condensation, gently swiping her hand against the glass to get rid of the fog so she could see herself. She actually laughed at the sight. She had forgotten to take off her make up last night, so there were two black lines going down her face, and her lips were still as red as last night, though a little fainter. Okay, well, time to fix herself up a bit, eh? She rubbed the make up remover across her skin, taking away the black lines. She did the same to her lips, and soon enough she was looking like the Esmerelda who didn't wear make up. That wasn't going to last for long.

She grabbed the necessary make up to put on her face - blush, mascara, and lip gloss. Yeah, she was going to tone it down today. She carefully applied each one, and then tucked her lip gloss into her hand. She was going to have to re apply it several times. With a towel still wrapped around her now dry body, and a towel still absorbing the moisture of her hair, Es strutted out of the bathroom an into her closet[which, as you can imagine, was chalkful of clothes]. She ran her hand up and down the racks of clothes, occasionally stopping to examine someone that caught her eye. Eventually, she found the correct outfit and slid into it, shoes, dress, and all.

After drying her hair and then straightening it(which took FOREVER), Es exchanged her purses. She took her cellphone, wallet, Ipod, and mirror from one purse and put them in another, and then dropped her lipgloss into it as well. Okay, she was all set. Es's heels clapped against the floor as she made her way for the door. She picked her book bag off the floor and swung it over her right shoulder, immediately leaving her dorm afterwards. She hurriedly jogged for her first class. Es's day went along normally, the learning, the talking between classes, the lunch, and then more of the learning. Sooner than she thought, she was in the last class of the day -art.

Her eyes scanned the room, looking for one person in particular. Not that she cared or anything, she just wanted to see if Jude was here to annoy her as usual. Oh, joy. He wasn't. No, seriously. That was a good thing. He wasn't here, but his painting certainly was. It stood against the white board where everyone could see it, and all Es wanted to do was set the damn thing to flames. I guess you could say she was jealous that his painting won. Where was the jerk, anyway? She wasn't used to not seeing him. She was about to ask her friend, but before she could, she felt her cellphone vibrate against her leg. She sighed, opening her purse and cautiously staring down at the phone. Would you like to do a good deed today?

Who the hell was texting her? Her phone didn't recognize the number. Es shook her head, quickly texting the person back with That depends on what the good deed is. Who is this?
and the secret word is:
a secret.

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[oliver ardagh]

accepted!

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