RUSSO, MIRABELLA DESMONDAE ( done )

Full name: mirabella desmonda russo
Age and D.O.B.: nineteen. april first, 1993.
Sexual orientation: bisexual
Occupation: stripper
Member group: port community college, majoring in choreography, sophomore.

Face claim: barbara palvin
Distinguishing features:
a couple of small scars on each of her shoulders from when she was attacked at fifteen. otherwise, she has pale akin with not many marks on it. she has blonde like highlights in her brunette hair. her eyes are a beautiful and intriguing orbs of a greenish blue color. they sometimes change colors if she is feeling a certain emotion or stress. she has plush pink lips and a button nose. her first boyfriend referred to it as a tinker bell nose. he said there was no ridge to her nose, just the little part at the bottom. she is very thin, and as tall and wide as any other healthy girl or woman her age.

Likes: sex, making people happy, making people like her, cats, dancing, loud music, parties, electronics, hedgehogs, swimming, sports
Dislikes: rapists, religious stuff, her roommate, buzzkills, spiders, her sisters, committing to things, high schoolers, homework, wasting her time, people that believe in happiness
Strengths: dancing, singing, ignoring people
Weaknesses: committing to something, focusing, love, shirtless guys
Fears: spiders, older men, being alone
Habits: cheating, crying at random moments because hiding your emotions is a challenge, talking to animals, twisting her hair with her finger
Secrets:
- that she was raped when she turned fifteen.
- that she can't love.
- that she is a liar, a cheater, a stealer, and a slut.
- basically her whole past.
- that she's actually really book smart.

Overall Personality: mirabella is mirabella. she is her own individual person with her own individual feeling, thoughts and personality. yet, she often yearns to meet someone that has the same feelings as her. she is very intelligent, as a liar, but she isn't book smart. though, she is often confused about her faith and if love is real. the pain she experienced as a fifteen year old girl caused her to see what people are capable of, and caused her heart to break right in her chest because of it. before, she had been very optimistic and loved people. now, people scare her. she hides her emotions perfectly well when in public or with someone, and she does nothing to help herself but break the hearts of other people. when she gets home, she sits down and cries. she wonders how she could have turned into such a terrible person, how she could have broken the hearts of so a many people because of he own feelings and how she became so selfish. she wonders what her family thinks of her and how she will ever have someone love her again. she wonders how she became so alone. but then she thinks to herself, it was that mans fault. the once optimistic girl now sees the world as a dark place, and is sad and angry with herself and the rest of the world. she is so scarred and so broken that she can never enjoy herself unless she washes away her fears with sex. even then it hardly helps. mira often has troubles expressing her feelings on the rare occasion that she has them. because of these feelings, she may punch a wall or start screaming.
though through all of her miserable sounding qualities, in public she's rough and tough and strong as a nut shell. there, ou may see fake emotions, but she's such a good liar you won't even notice.

Mother: desmondae marie kessler
Father: jacob noah russo
Siblings: miley and chrissy russo
Other:
Pets: hedgehog named pink

Overall History:
once upon a time, there was a kind, well-behaved and responsible perfectionist named mirabella. all through elementary school and middle school she was the best of the best. everyone wanted to be her friend- everyone wanted to go out with her. but, mira was very modest and wasn't aloud to date, so she didn't. she had straight a's on everything, and she was the first teachers pet to actually be liked by other children. her younger sisters, who were twins, chrissy and miley, were often left out and got no credit for being related to mira. they soon grew to hate her. she was spoiled to death at their house, whereas little miley and little chrissy were often pushed around by her parents. though, she eventually did get herself a loving boyfriend.
it was mira's fifteenth birthday. she had decided that she was to be the most responsible teenager ever, so she asked her parents if they could leave and take her sisters with them for a night, so she could see just how responsible she was. she wouldn't burn the house down, and she could do anything perfect. the usual, was, he parents agreed and stayed at a nearby motel with their other two daughters. at ten thirty, she was in her bed, trying to go to sleep when a crashing noise startled her. they had no pets, and no one but her was home. guessing correctly that it was an intruder, mirabella tiptoed to her parents room down the hallway, and got down on her stomach to pull out a shoebox from under their bed. now, she had never used any sort of gun before. but her she was, holding her fathers hand gun to only be used in emergencies and self defense. her sisters had no idea that the family even owned a gun she could have called someone, but she needed to prove how responsible she was on her own. mira walked down the stairs, not making a noise as her eyes stuck on a tall, muscular man standing in their living room, going through her mothers jewelry box. mira stood at the bottom of the stairs, shivering as she raised the gun. before she could do anything, she man turned around and ran towards her, smacking the gun from her hand and picking it up himself. he aimed the gun at her and said that if she didn't take her clothes off, she would be shot. that night, she was brutally raped. as soon as the man was gone, she crawled away, took a shower, cleaned the spot where it had happened and tried to reason with herself.
mira had always believed in love, and she knew very well that sex should only happen out of love. but what had just happened changed her view on this so called emotion known as love. the next day, she told one of her friends about the issue, hoping she could help. the news spread like wild fire ( not the true story, though, just the rumors ) amongst the teenagers, and before she knew it, she was a slut and a whore and so many other things in peoples eyes. it wasn't my fault! she had thought to herself, as her boyfriend, who she loved dearly, broke up with her because he was afraid that she was a cheater. suddenly, love wasn't love to her anymore. she didn't love anyone, and she couldn't. she locked away all her emotions in the darkest part of her heart and turned into a slut. she fulfilled all those names that she was given. she cheated, she lied, and she hardly passed her senior year of high school.
her parents, concerned about what had happened to her that night, put her in therapy. she hadn't told her parents about the man, and she refused to talk to her therapist. mira still had a college fund, so she took all the money and moved to newport, where she became a college student and tried to forget her past.

mooshoe could be an annoying little cat sometimes. bethany leaned over to pick him out of her shoe, talking in that voice that most people would talk to their pet with. she began to remember why she had named the little weirdo mooshoe. his meows never seemed to sound like meows, and he had a strange liking for getting into or pooping in beth's shoes. sometimes it made her smile and sometimes it drove her up the wall because he always did his business in the most expensive of shoes. she turned to set him down and he hissed in a rather pathetic way. "oh, shut up," she said almost without emotion, knowing he didn't understand a thing she could say. she stepped into her shoes, now ready to leave. she had to pick him up again, bring him to her room, put him under a blanket and run downstairs so that he couldn't get out when she opened the door. she closed and locked it behind her, sighing as a smile crossed her face. she walked down her driveway, taking in the evening air. a little boy peddled past her on a tricycle. she enjoyed bluewater a lot, such a nice little town yet with a couple of its own dramatic things twisted in. she had to go to the farthest side of town on this nice evening, she had woken up remembering that she had gotten no gift for alice for her birthday a couple of months ago. what a best friend she was, three months had passed. she thought of going to buy her a piece of jewelry at one of the boutiques, like one that had a friendship quote of some sort on it.
while just a moment ago she had been thinking about how great of a city this was, she found herself now cursing it because she couldn't find her way around. she was usually in the inner city, seducing men and getting away with things that she really shouldn't, instead of wandering around without a map on the border of bluewater, staring into the windows of boutiques and antique stores and little cafes, and some nice scenery from nature, too. she opened the door to a small, pink building with clothing and jewelry in it. “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” read a necklace shaped like a heart near the window. it seemed perfect for their relationship. alice knew that beth was a grifter, or a con woman. she knew that beth had found the drugs that killed her mother and her father hanging from a rope. and beth knew everything from ali's marvel love from the death of her premature child, thomas. but they were still the best best friends on the planet. "fifty dollars, ma'am." the lady at the counter told her. she bit her lip, remembering that this was for alice. beth was short on money right now-but she loved alice to death so. she opened up her wallet, pulling five tens and finished the purchase. she left the shop with the small plastic bag encasing the necklace. the bell attached to the door rung behind her. minutes past where beth was just standing in front of the shop, trying to remember the way that she had come. she was really bad with directions in the first place, so why come to the side of ton she had never been? alice's belated birthday present had just gotten her completely lost. "shit," she muttered under her breath and began to walk in the direction that just seemed right. after walking that way for a couple of minutes, she turned down another unknown street. she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket as she walked, first checking her text messages and missed calls before going to maps. the maps seemed perfectly useless, as well, she she went to her contacts, trying to figure out who to call. alice. . . if the birthday present was a surprise she couldn't call her. beth scrolled through the list of contacts of previous victims, and noticed that she had very few people that actually liked her, and she liked back. that would be willing to help her. as she walked looking down, she bumped into someone on accident, and refused to look up. she assumed that this was a man, because of the way that he dressed, and she asked, "uhm, sorry... but would you happen to know some directions to get back to the more populated area of bluewater?"

raveena; eastern; a couple years; this gal <3