Mia Grace Weston(DONE)

[mia]

Character Name: Amelia Grace Weston
Nickname(s): Mia, Killer
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Hipster
Weight: 135
Height: 5'7
Appearence:

Mia Weston is a busty brunette with chocolate brown eyes, a killer smile, and a load of spunk. She has nice soft curves and legs for days. Unlike most girls in her height range, Mia is what some might call voluptuous. Not overly so, but there is no denying the girl has a nice ass. Though, she is still quite slim and fit despite not possessing the toothpick factor.

Mia's style is very typical of anyone in the entertainment industry. The Music side of it in particular. She wears a load of black. Which might throw a number of people. As many consider it to be the signature color for the emo and goth cliques. Mia's taste in clothing over all is very trendy, despite the fact she follows no particular guide lines. And often wers what she feels is best, dressing on a whim.

Her wardrobe over all could be termed as rather ecclectic and unpredictable. She isn't afraid to wear something daring. She also isn't afraid to show up to class looking like shit. She hates labels more than anyhting and could be just as comfortable in a Juicy hoodie as that really sexy sundress dress she picked up at the thrift store last week. It's not like you'd ever know.

Personality:

Upon first glance, many believe Amelia Weston to be the sweet innocent type, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. A tomboyish beauty from Beverly Hills with a smokin' bod and brilliant mind. She has a past about as thick as an Oxford encyclopedia. She is very protective of the new life she has come to know and love over the past three years.

After the death of her brother, Sean, Mia was almost impossible to access. Not even attemting to find her place when she first arrived. But, now though she still gets emotional at approach of the subject. She's at least learned to cope, knowing that she isn't alone and life does go on.

She is often a bit too cocky for her own good. This is frequently a problematic issue for her. As this element of her personality has been known to cause a fight or two. She tends to have a little bit of a violent edge to her personality. Especially when it comes to conflictual situations. It's just one of the many personality defects she gained following sean's death. Just one more work in progress. Though she is far from perfect. Mia is who she is and has no intention of changing herself around for anyone in particular.
She is a loyal friend. Over all Mia is a very sweet person as long as you don't get on her bad side.

She has become an avid sports fan and is active in many as well. Soccer, skateboarding, and surfing being a major part of her life as well as carrying on with music, playing guitar and singing. In an attempt to keep her fallen sibling's memory alive. Mia is a Caligirl through and through. She loves her life. The beach, surfing, soccer, shopping, her friends and family. Her roots are deep set in this place and she couldn't see herself truly happy any place else. Apart from the place she has recently come to call home.

(P.S. Mia can't stand labels, politics or religion. But if you must, call her a Hipster, Liberal, Catholic.)

History:

Mia Weston was born in Beverly Hills, CA on the 19th of July to Alan and Julia Weston. And grew up in Los Angeles alongside her brothers, Sean and Tyler. Being the children of a former supermodel and an academy award winning actor expectations for this trio were nothing less than the best. Whether it be in sports, academics, performing arts. It was a reality Mia became aware of practically from day one.

From an extremely young age she expressed a deep love for singing. Often forcing her family to stop and listen to her as she put on performances, covering anything from Beatles songs to Ella Fitzgerald. When she was 4 her mother placed her in an amateur talent show in an attempt to discover how much star quality she really had. From the opening note to the finishing chord it was readily apparent that Mia was made for the entertainment business. By the time Mia turned 8, Julia had already taken on the role of the momager.

Starting her daughter in the field of acting. beginning in commercials it wasn't too long before she landed her first soap opera role. Mia left nothing to be disappointed. As she pocketed her first Daytime Emmy at the age of 12. By the time Mia turned 13 she had grown weary of the life her mom had long ago chosen for. And even though she had a promising career ahead of her and was ready to take on her first serious role. She left the world of soaps to try her hand at a normal teenage life.

As all her mother's hopes for her model child were crushed. Julia turned to the only comfort she had ever found, once she lost her modeling contract, in a gallon jug of vodka. Even as it hurt her mother, Mia didn't let it stand in her way as she finally went back to her roots. And she returned to her initial dream of a musical career. She took up the guitar learning quite a few things from her brother, Sean.

Soon, becoming the fifth member of her brother's band 'Center Of Gravity'. After several parties and bar room shows, the band gained a sizable following in the L.A. area. Thanks in a huge part to their new songstress, Miss Weston.

She was once again truly loving her life. Spending time with her "REAL" friends and her brothers had been something she'd missed greatly. ---After her mother and she relocated to New York for her to sustain her role.--- As time carried on the band, that had a year previously been just another second rate group working out practice time in eachother's toolsheds. Their status was now reaching national popularity. Now, turning heads from major record groups. It was the time they truly had to prove themselves. On the eve of the performance of their lives, tragedy struck them with the biggest blow fate could hand.

LIVE @ THE VIPER ROOM "CEnTer Of GrAviTy" was what was plastered on the coming attractions sign outside of the club that had become notorious for the making or breaking of bands. They were there for the routine soundcheck. Every last member knew the pressure that weighed on this gig. The first three run throughs had been easy as they did their best to perfect their songs.

They had taken a break and were about to start one final jam, session, Mia wasn't sure what it was, but something felt off the moment she stepped to the mic and opened her lips to sing. The minute she heard the first chords, she realized the band was incomplete. No one even seemed to notice the bassist was missing until Mia asked where her brother was. As they all took another break and wait for him to return, Mia took to searching the back stage area.

She made it to the restrooms taking the nerve and intiative to search the men's room. She started pushing in stall doors. She got to the second to last, she tried to knock it in but there was something blocking the door. She ducked below the door, screaming for help as she saw her brother's lifeless body resting on the bathroom floor.

Mia knew he had OD'ed, the habit that had so long been an ongoing issue in his life may finally gotten the better of him. It was all too much to take in. As his head rested in her lap, she took hold of a limp wrist and ran her fingers over visible track marks that trail well up his arm. Tears streamed down her face and her frame began to jerk as the paramedics lifted him, taking away the person she had depended on above all others for most of her life.

The following morning, It was official Sean Weston had followed Sean Weston had followed in succession with River Pheonix, being only the second prominently named person to have met their demise at the famous West Hollywood night club. Mia vowed never to set foot on Sunset Boulevard again. A promise that was quickly ripped in two.

Mia had never been good at dealing with grief. Especially, when it was her own. She wasn't even able to attend the funeral. Her parents entered her into as many group therapy programs as they could find available. The loss of he favorite sibling was just too much. It was no use Mia was lost without Sean. Even as screwed up as he was in life. He had been the only thing keeping Mia's together. Her only solution now was not to care. Before long, she was falling in with the wrong sort, partying all hours, and skipping school. She was barely in her freshman year when she hit rock bottom. She had tried to run away in a very unsuccessful attempt. After two weeks of searching, She was found shacked up in a hotel with a 20 something and enough booze to sink a ship twice.

Her parents knew the issue had to be addressed, but they just didn't know how. Grieving or not, needy or not, the Westons did the only thing they knew how when something went against the grain of what they thought things should be. They shipped her off to boarding school, namely Central High, just like a box of unwanted junk.

Mia was a wreck stil trying to bend and break every rule in the book. It was impossible to tame her for the longest time. But, like they say eventually there's no where to go but up. While she has rebuilt herself to a point. It has been 3 years since Mia last saw her family. A fact she has no intention of changing anytime soon. Mia has finally gained a semblance of a life at Central. What happens next is in her hands.

Sample Rp:

Mia laughed when she felt the vibration from her cell in the pocket of her 7 jeans. She looked instantly to the front of the class to see her Advanced Chem teacher, Mr. Holland giving her the evil eye. She was never quite sure why ,but he had never quite warmed to her---She had the sneaking suspicion it may have had something to do with her brother Tyler melting the lab counter in his senior year...damn him and his jokes. Half of them weren't even funny.--- Mia still managed to conjure up a smile for him after all she would only have to bare say another....15 minutes?

She smiled at the film selection today, it was the Weird Science, though it was not her favorite 80's teen flick it was definitely her top 25, and much better than her Lit teachers movie pick, She's the Man. Just because it's based on a Shakespearean play doesn't mean it's good. Mia finally snuck her cell out of her pocket and hid it under her desk. she could not have another one confiscated, it would be her 3rd one this semester, and even if it was her last day, Mr. Holessass would still do it. Mia scrolled through to get to her new messages, of course it was Leslie, her best friend for all intents and purposes. She actually had 3, the fantastic four of Malibu High, as they had been dubbed their freshmen year, when they gained the highest social standing as the queens of MH. Mia, the jock;Leslie, the prom queen; Becca , the drama queen; and Aimee, the HEAD cheerleader. Mia was never quite sure why they were so well liked she just knew they were. That was when all the Paparazzi.net havoc had erupted. It had all started as an anonymous sort of hott or not list of the students at MH, and now it was a kind twisted guilty pleasure,the US Weekly of teen Malibu, slandering the names of those who are considered the cool kids.

Mia glanced at the clock over her head, only 5 minutes and 48 seconds remaining. She texted back her BFFE, saying:Patience, ma dear, look at the clock....only five minutes meet you at my locker. She smiled she felt the building tension. Only five minutes 'til summer, 'til freedom. She took one last glance around the familiar classroom, letting the faces, several of which were looking back at her, and stale scents set in. She turned to her lab partner, Anthony, the gangley, geek she had grown to love and respect. She took her mouth to his ear to tell him about the party at Topanga. Even if he wasn't a so called cool kid, he still deserved his fun too, being a senior and all. ".....It starts at 6, call me if you need a lift or anything..." She finished just as the release bell rang. She bounced out of the room into the floods students and cascades of silly string and paper being thrown around her, walking to the locker that had been hers for three consecutive years, for the final time.

Celeb:

Lucy Kate Hale

Out Of Character:

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Welcome to the site! Lovely application. I really enjoyed reading the history and she fits vthe clique well. ENJOY!