Mia Leroy

[Mia Leroy]

OOC Information

Name: Jamie.
Age: Fifteen.
Gender: Female.
Contact Info: AIM - RawrJme
Experience: About two years. Intermediate to Advanced. =D

Character Information

Name: Mia Leroy. [Please note that I do use her on other sites, so if you see her signature in other places, don't freak. And I can provide proof if needed.]
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female.
Blood Type: O Posative.
Birthday: April 31st, 1990.
Sexual Preferences: Bisexual.

Appearance

Height: 5'5".
Weight: 103 Lbs.
Hair Color: Black.
Hair Style: Long, about five inches past her shoulders, layered.
Eye Color: Brown.
Complexion: Pale skin, doesn't tan easily.
Body Type: Thin.
Piercing: Nose, monroe, ears, and naval.
Tattoos: None yet. ;D
Picture:

Personality

Describe Yourself in Four Words: Outgoing. Straightforward. Complicated. Untrusting. [Doesn't trust others, not vice versa.]
Turn-ons: Black hair for guys. Blonde for girls. Romantic. Spontanious. Tattoos. Piercings. Nice Bodies.
Turn-offs: Make-up on guys. Rude. Ignorant. Cocky.
Bad Habits: Nail biting.
Summary of Your Personality: Mia isn't shy, at all. Before she came to the Asylum, she was a party girl. Out every night drinking, having sex, and pretty much just being a rebel. But, with all the partying, no one noticed that she was actually hiding quite a few things. At times, she had major mood swings. Her arms, legs, stomach, had cuts and scars on them, and she was becoming way too skinny. Mia continued to try to hide it all with her outgoing personality and partying habits. Soon enough though, her mother realized what she was doing and sent her here so she wouldn't have to deal with her daughter, that was already a nusense to her. Mia, after hearing she would be sent here, was amasingly still herself. She really didn't know what she was getting herself into.

Asylum Information

Patient Number: 26673
Occupation: Patient.
Admitted By: Mother.
Mental Disorder(s): Bi-Polar Disorder, Manic Depression, Anorexia Nervosa, Bulimia Nervosa, Self-Injury
History: Ever since she was young, Mia had been a happy-go-lucky kid, just like all of the others in her neighborhood. When she was five, her father left her mother for another woman. Her mom began drinking, and it soon became a habit. Mia didn't really understand when she was young, why her mother began acting so strange, but she did know to stay out of her way while drinking. Her mother could become abusive at times, but whenever she did, Mia would just lock herself in her room. As she grew older, she learned that she had a lot of freedom, more than she should probibly have. Mia lost her virginity at the age of fourteen to a seventeen year old at a party, her freshman year in high school. Of course, Mia had been drunk when it happend, but didn't remember any of it. All of her life, she was a party girl. Even while being here, she didn't plan to change her ways.

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Roleplaying Sample:
It was late - At least 2 AM late, but he didn't care. He never did. The stars were out, and the street lights were on. It was chilly outside, and he almost hesitated and went back inside. "Anythings better than just sitting around by myself." He mumbled to himself, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. His black and red Atreyu tshirt rippled with the breeze as he walked; his black bandanna tied to his left wrist, hiding scars and recent wounds. No one knew that he cut, nor did he plan for anyone to know. It wasn't like him to show emotions, except when drunk and alone. Otherwise, the only thing on his mind while he's partying is sex and more drugs. The first time Brennon had ever had alcohol had been with his brother, when he was only thirteen. He was seventeen now, and has been addicted ever since. Now, he wasn't under the influence of anything at the moment, but by the end of the night, he probably would be.

His dark brown bangs fell into his ocean blue eyes, but he didn't bother sweeping them away, like he usually did. No, his mind was in other places. Brennon dwelt on the past a lot. Too much, really. He blamed himself for his brothers death, even though he had nothing to do with it. Now his father, thats completely different. He was too young at the time to blame himself for that, or, you would think so. Sometimes, if he wonders what drove his father to drugs. His mother was the only clean one in the family, except for the occasional wine, but even that was rare since they had no money.

Brennon made his way down their street. It was obvious that it wasn't the best neighborhood in town, or the richest, but it was a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in. He was thankful for that, at least. Brennon wasn't exactly sure where he was going, or what he was going to do when he got there. He assumed that no one was out at this time, except for the gang members which he usually didn't affiliate himself with, except for the occasional fight at a party. His feet seemed to lead him to the park, and he didn't try to stop them. Once he arrived there, his eyes scanned over all of it. The benches, the water fountain, scenery, and statues. None of it really meant anything to him, since he was so new here. He had no memories to remember from this spot, or no secret places to go. It was... just another place to go to get out of the house.

Not seeing anyone else around, he decided to lay down in the grass. His eyes gazed upward at the stars, and he was staring with a glare over his eyes, as if he wasn't fully there. He really wasn't though. Brennon had nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to, nothing special in life. He wanted something, but it bugged the hell out of him that he couldn't figure out what. Drugs, alcohol, and sex did satisfy him, yes. But not fully. They didn't fill the emptiness that he felt throughout his entire body, as if a part of his heart was missing. Brennon was oblivious to the world around him, just trying to figure out what he needed.

[Itou Kyosuke]

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