sanria, mia c.

[Mia Sanria]

`WINTER OVERTURE

Name: Dani
Age: 20
Contact Information: aim: lizardqueend
How Did You Find Us? Ad board on not quite a fairy tale.
Other Character(s): If applicable. n/a

`SEA OF LOVE

^{Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise- loves- to go down}

Name: Mia Cathryn Sanria
Alias(es): N/a
Age&DOB: 22 - January 12
Title: Villager
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 102 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Brief Physical Description: Mia is an exotic beauty, though tiny. Her body doesn't hold much fat, likely a result of her constant movement and lack of a substantial diet. Her eyes are golden brown, her long black tresses full of waves and curls. She keeps her long black hair back at all times with colorful scarves wrapped around her head. The gypsy woman's lips are full, kissable, behind them a full set of teeth that shine when she smiles. (And if anyone asks, it's an ancient gypsy secret.)

The lady's skin is smooth, like silk, and it always smells of flowers. She dresses in full gypsy garb, complete with multi-layered, colorful skirts and a vast assortment of shiny, noisy jewelry. Her ears are each pierced once, usually dangling large hoops from them. Bangles decorate her arms, and bells adorn her skirts and ankles. Each of her many skirts has hidden pockets, very useful for hiding stolen goods.

The gypsy, unfortunately, bears scars from her short but difficult life. Her left arm has a thick scar on the top side of her wrist where a man threatened to cut her hand off for stealing. She also bears the brand of a pirate, despite not being one herself. Her inner left wrist bears the P, warped and ragged. Because of these two scars, she usually hides her left wrist beneath bangles or scarves.

`AT WIT'S END

Likes:
+Sparkly things
+Animals
+Singing
+Dancing
+Pubs and Taverns
+Drinking
+The company of men
+The ocean
+Art
Dislikes:
+Authority
+Brutes
+Tobacco
+Being locked up
+The Rich
+Most Women
Strengths:
+Charming
+Athletic
+Fine Singer/Dancer
+Cunning
+Quick on her feet
+Streetwise
Weaknesses:
+Reckless
+Brash
+Rebellious
+Greedy
+Lusty
Personality Description: Oh Mia, the gal's just a mess. She's a true creature of the streets, always ready to steal her meal. She lives for the moment, enjoying the thrill of it all. There's nothing more exhilarating than a good chase with a handsome man, followed up by a romp in the hay and a swig of rum.

Mia's just plain fun. She drinks, she fights, and she's not afraid of much. She has some deep seated anger problems, mostly with the wealthy, and sees to it that she causes them as much trouble as possible. She absolutely despises the rich, thinking of them as less than seaweed. The gypsy has a tremendous respect for her fellow urchins, however, and would never steal from anyone who needed goods more than herself. She has even been known to steal for others, mostly children.

Children are Mia's biggest weakness. One of nine herself, she just can't help but stop for them, even the spoiled rich ones. Often she will use her gypsy wiles to make them smile, pulling candies out of her skirts or folding a sheet of newspaper into a flower. The gypsy desperately wishes for children of her own, but she knows she cannot raise them on her own.

Loneliness is a major problem for Mia. She has a hard time trusting anyone, feeling that most people would just stab her in the back if they got the chance. After all, it's happened before, and it could very easilly happen again.

`LUX AETERNA

Ethnicity: Spanish/Roma
Hometown: A little village in the south of France is the closest thing she's ever had to a home.
Family: Her mother Isa, a Roma woman, her father Antonio, a Spanish man, eight brothers and sisters, her grandmother, Cathryn.
Orientation: Straight
Current Relationship: N/a
Past Relationship(s): Previously involved with the pirate Bill O'Reilly
History: Mia is the oldest of nine children born to Isabella DeSantos and Antonio Sanria. Due to persecution of the Roma in Spain when Mia was an infant, the family, along with her maternal grandmother, Cathryn DeSantos, moved to a small village in the south of France. Over the course of the next twelve years, Mia was given eight siblings to help raise. At the age of fourteen, she was betrothed to a village boy, another Roma. It was customary for these sort of arrangements to be made, but Mia was furious. The boy was a bakers' son, and would one day be a baker himself. Mia had no desire to be a baker's wife, so she left, telling only her grandmother of her reasons. Her grandmother agreed with the girl, knowing she was too wild of a spirit to be tied down, and gave her only the best blessings.

Mia stole aboard a silk ship returning to China. Shortly before arriving, the ship was boarded by pirates under the command of the cruel Three Ball Bill. Most of the men aboard were murdered, and the women taken back to the pirate ship to be raped. Mia was found while the pirates raided the stocks, and dragged before Bill. She was exactly to his liking, it seemed, and he kept her as his private woman in the captains quarters. After a few weeks she began growing on him, and the two became partners in crime instead of slave and master. They traveled the Orient for three years before they were caught by the East Indian Trading Company and branded as pirates.

The two spent a week in jail before they were taken to be hanged - Mia escaped, leaving Bill to whatever fate he would meet by the hangman. She traveled by caravan westward, through India and the Middle East, then through northern Africa. She boarded a slave ship as a crew-woman, knowing her way around the sails, and sailed across to the Caribbean. She reached Antigua just shy of her twenty-first birthday.

Since her arrival in Antigua, Mia has been up to her old tricks, singing and dancing for money. If all else fails, she steals her supper, and has no qualms with running from the Navy is she must.

RP Sample: From Junkland?:

"Have I ever told you how much I fucking hate some men, Oscar?"

The one-eared, three-legged tabby cat looked up at his master, used to her nightly rants. The angry young bartender was pacing back and forth in her small apartment, sharing her frustrations with her cat. The woman's eyes had deep black circles around them, from several days of not sleeping. She had just gotten off of her shift at work, and had done a few shots with the regulars.

"I mean, Christ Almighty, I'm not just a piece of meat!" She exclaimed as she went to her fridge, stocked with only booze, condiments, and take-out leftovers. Cautiously she extracted a box of lo mein and sniffed it. Satisfied with it's freshness, she dumped a quarter of it into the cat's dish on the floor.

"It's not like there aren't a million hookers out there for them to go hit on, right? Why is it they have to come in, get drunk, and grab my ass?"

The tabby jumped down from his perch atop the kitchen counter and started on his portion of the lo mein, glad he couldn't understand exactly what she was ranting about. He liked noodles.

"Every time one of them grabs my ass," she continued, pausing to take a bite of the still-cold leftovers. "I justh wanna punth 'em in the fathe."

She chewed on the noodles and swallowed them down, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. Using her belt buckle, she pried the cap off and took a swig. Oscar looked up, curious as to the source of the popping noise.

"Jesus Oscar, do I have to share everything?" She asked, smiling a bit now. Oscar was the only thing in the whole world that didn't seem to piss her off. He had been sitting in a trash can bleeding to death when she found him. Now he was her baby, her one source to give affection.

The beer made a glug-glug as she poured some into Oscar's empty water dish. The cat went to that and began lapping it up, pleased with the taste.

"Good boy Oscar," she cooed, setting the lo mein on the counter beside her beer. With a sigh she fished her cigarettes out of her coat pocket and placed one between her lips, digging around for her Zippo. She extracted the lighter, a black one with a red anarchy symbol, and lit the cancer stick.

"Why can't all men be like you, huh?" A puff of smoke escaped her lips, and with that, she went back to her dinner.

[Jacques Broussard]

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