MILEY ;; stewart [DONE]

[miley . stewart]

Who You Really Are;
Real Name (nickname): Just call me Miley.
Age: 13
How long have you done this? 4 years
How good are you at graphics? clickeh clickeh

Who You Control;
The Easy Stuff;
Full Name: Miley Sarah Stewart
Age: 15
Grade: Junior
Birthday: 8/08/91

The Looks;
Celebrity Used: Indiana Evans
Sample Picture (Please Don't Stretch Screen): In siggy
General Appearance: One thing that impact people the most about Miley is her hair. She is a major fan of hair extensions, and when she puts them in, her hair can reach from her waist to her shoulders... It depends what she feels like. Naturally, since she got it chopped, it comes to about the bottom of her jaw-line. There is no 'most of the time' hair style for her, since what she does with her hair changes almost as much as the days change. It is also naturally wavy, but mostly she straightens it, because she likes that look better. Occasionaly she will curl it.

Miley has a very unique looking face. The kind of face that sticks in someone's head. She doesn't really blend in with all of the other teenagers, because she has a different facial structure than most of them. Being latina, she has a strong jaw bone and a slightly large nose (Which she has been begging for surgery on it lately). Her eyes are a little bit bigger than average, and are a deep chocolate/amber color. She is almost always smiling, unless something really has got her down. She has very full lips and shiny white teeth as well, which also help her dazzling smile.

The Charm;
Fears (at least 3): She's pretty afraid of getting cancer, like her mother did.
Scared that she'll grow up to be just average.
No one will like her at this new school.
Hobbies (at least 3): She loves to sing
Acting
She tries modeling sometimes
Likes (at least 5):
boys.
cofee
horses
guitars
singing
running
Dislikes (at least 5):
sl.ts
annoying people
rude people
boys who treat girls like trophies
being picked on
General Personality (2-3 well written paragraphs): FUN ;;
miley loves to have fun, there-fore she makes herself fun to be around. she loves to party, but you'd never see her in the magazines like paris hilton or lindsay lohan. no, she doesn't get wasted and then let people take pictures of her. that's retarted. she has great ideas and is a great conversation-starter.

EASY-GOING;;
"lets go tothe movies!" "but i want to go shopping!" that's so not miley. "lets go to the movies!" "okay!" thats more like miley. she's up for anything, and completely low-maitenance. you wont hear a complain out of her mouth. her mother always taught her to 'grin and bear it' so she does just that.

REAL;;
miley isn't one of those fake bimbos with their fake-colored hair and plastic surgery. no, everything about noelle is real. her hair color, her body parts... all her. and when she's thinking something, she'll just say it... unless it sounds mean inside her head. she wont change her words to make someone like her. luckily, people like this about her.

FRIENDLY;;
you know that girl at your school, or camp, or whatever... that's just friends with everyone? that's miley. since she's nice to everyone, alot of people hang out with her. she's very friendly to everyone, even if she doesn't really like them, or if they've been a b.tch to her.

The Past;
Birth Place: Minnesota
Hometown: Taylor
General History (3 well written paragraphs): clinton and cassandra met in the seventys at a rolling stones concert. after talking in between songs and such, they discovered they both went to the same college. after a year of dating, clinton proposed to her, and she said yes. soon after the wedding, cassandra discovered she was pregnant with a baby boy.

a few long, painful months later, bryant stewart was born in 1982. for the first eight years of the young boy's life, he was an only child. even as a first grader, he was an excellent football player, and a few years later joined the pee-wee football team, only to be made their quarter back. but then, in 1990, cassandra had another baby.

her name was miley sarah stewart, and she was a healthy baby. cassandra appeared to be healthy too. growing up, miley was always with the 'in crowd', but she never turned into a b.tch or a sl.t. she was in that clique simply because she was fun to hang out with. in fact, their life seemed pretty ordinary... until 1998, that is.

in 1998, cassandra took miley and bryant to the doctors with her, forcing them to sit in the waiting room as she had her check up. when their mother came out, miley instantly realized something was wrong. bryant, being a teenager at that time, didn't care or notice. later that night, their father, who was a doctor, sat both of the children down and gave them a long talk about something he called cancer.

miley was horrified, and when her father said cassandra had cancer, she burst into tears and ran into her room. she refused to come out for two days, since she locked the door, and there was a bathroom adjoining to her room, and of course a food stash. the only time she came out was when cassandra said that she had to go to the hospital for some procedures.

she never came home again. for the last year of her life, she was in the hospital, barely able to speak. then one night clinton got a call from the hospital, that said that cassandra had passed away in her sleep. that broke clinton. he's never been the same since. bryant turned completley mean and egotistical, as his football career sky-rocketed, and miley was left feeling more alone than ever.

To make that worse, in her junior year of high school, clinton's work was making him move to... hollywood, of all places! miley went without complaining, since bryant, being twenty five, had to stay for his career. now miley has to go to this new school, where she knows no one.


The Relatives;

Father's Name: Clinton Stewart
Father's Age (if dead please say so): 47
Father's Job (if retired please say so): Doctor

Mother's Name: Cassandra Stewart
Mother's Age (if dead please say so): Dead.
Mother's Job (if retired please say so): Dead.

Siblings (Name-Age-Gender):

Bryant Stewart-25-Male

Other Family: None
Pets:

She has a horse.

The Conclusion;
Anything Else? Nope
Rp Sample?

The loud wailing of the three year old was interrupted by Lipgloss and the blonde sighed and set the child on the floor. The girl walked a few feet over to the black marble counter and picked the cellphone up, and opened it, silencing the ring tone and giving the toddler another chance to start crying again. "J.e.s.u.s. C.h.r.i.s.t, Kelsey. Shut the f.c.k up." Desiree muttered, putting the phone to her ear. God, it was her mom. "Hey honey, just wanted to check in and see-" Click. The teenager had shut the phone, cutting off her mom's voice. She was sick of Heidi Mclaughler. She was sick of Lionel Smith. She was sick of Kelsey. She was sick of being a mom.

Desiree turned, slender hand resting on her hip bone to stare down at Kelsey. Her daughter had finally stopped screaming her head off, but was no giving her mom the 'face'. The face was something that resembled a puppy when you stepped on it's tail, or wouldn't give it a bit of whatever you were eating. Yeah, that kind of face. Des rolled her eyes ever-so-slightly and picked the girl up. "I'm sorry, mommy's just a little stressed." She finally said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. God, she hated having to call herself 'mommy'. That was Heidi's old name, not hers.

Desiree's feet made a slapping sound as she padded into the living room with Kelsey in her arms. She put her on the soft, white carpet, handed her a toy that was on the ground, and walked back down the hall. She paused outside of the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror. She had on a pair of pink Juicy Couture sweatpants, and a Rolling Stones tee shirt, her basic pajama attire. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head, and she had on a thick pink wraparound headband. Yuch, she thought. Se was afat disgusting, ugly, b.t.c.h with an a.s.s. the size of Texas. When Des couldn't bear it anymore, she turned and walked back into the kitchen. She was starving. But would she eat? No, if she got too hungry she'd have maybe half of one of those weight loss bars, even though she thoguht they tasted like crapolla.

As she was about to open the fridge and get herself a Rockstar, she heard someone knock on the door. Desiree pulled out the drink and walked through the hall again, down a flight of stairs, and finally to the white French door. "Yeah, I'm coming." She muttered as they knocked again. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, only to see Joel. She looked at him for what seemed to her was an eternity, but only a few seconds in reality, sighed, and opened the door wider.

Desiree left the door open and walked back up the stairs off to where Kelsey was. He had been here enough times and known her well enough to know that when you came to her house, she sometimes just walked off. But she always meant for you to follow, she just wouldn't say something like 'Follow me' or 'Come on', because she thought these statements were completely useless, and the guest was a daft idiot if they didn't understand what she was doing, or thought that she was ditching them.

She didn't know why he was here, but she didn't exactly want to know either. A part of her knew it was for Kelsey, and not for her.

[Halley Mitchell]

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