Post by Carley on Sept 16, 2015 17:12:20 GMT -8
Miriam Abigail "Mira" Roth
Born October 28, 1991 (24 years old)
Student at Shepherd University (theater)
Mother: Rebecca Roth, deceased
Father: Andrew Roth, living
Sister: Rachel Roth, living
Brother: Michael Roth, living
( Face: Lights
Screen name: igna fatua )
Forces unseen pulling strings in your heart; everyone wants to be safe in the dark.
How could anybody be a misfit in the Big Apple? Miriam managed. She was hardly one of the ostracized nerds of Hollywood high schools, but there was something about her that never felt right among the high rises and the bustling streets. Mira needed to be free. Mira needed to fly.
She had spent so long trying to be good. School five days a week like clockwork. Voice lessons, acting lessons, dance lessons. Synagogue every Friday night. Hebrew school, bat mitzvah, confirmation. Until the day she turned eighteen, and Miriam got to spread her wings and explore the world.
Mira joined the circus. She danced on tightropes, she juggled, she breathed fire, and the illusions she created from her fingertips flitted and danced and wowed audiences across the United States. Nobody could know that those were not part of the show. It was a secret she intended to take to the grave with her. There was a boy in the circus, too, a boy who hurt her in the most beautiful ways and made her feel alive and loved and wanted. It was heaven.
Until the day the email came. Your mom's cancer is back, Miriam. Do the right thing, Miriam.
What else could she do? She came home. Her mother wanted her to be a dutiful daughter and go to college, so she did. Funny, she didn't remember applying to Shepherd University, but when the acceptance letter came, she rolled with it. There were a lot of things she didn't remember about that muggy, miserable summer, spent watching her mother's condition disintegrate and feeling like her skin was too tight for her body.
She found herself in London. She took classes. She made friends. She made the strangest of friends, in fact, like Alice Clare Donovan. Or like Will Byrne, the boy she found herself drawn to as if by something otherworldly. Or Ash Popov. She calls him Fetus because he's like, what, twelve or something? There's her old friend Saint Jones, a throwback to the days when she was a restless teenager. There's Vivian Di Marco, now Kearny, a fellow New York transplant with a dark sense of humor.
And there's Roman Kerrs. She isn't sure what to say about him, because her options are either stay silent or gush like a fifteen year old. She prefers the silent option.
When her mother died, she learned the truth. She was never a Roth. Miriam was a foundling with an untraceable history. It was a book from Alice and a tip from Jasper Cross that revealed the rest of it. She was a faerie. Unseelie.
Miriam's mother is gone, and although Mira stays in touch with her family, she considers herself largely a loner. She's got pretty red dragonfly wings and a smart mouth and dark, dark desires and a small body count.
Sometimes the only thing you can do to survive is surrender to your own darkness.
She found herself in London. She took classes. She made friends. She made the strangest of friends, in fact, like Alice Clare Donovan. Or like Will Byrne, the boy she found herself drawn to as if by something otherworldly. Or Ash Popov. She calls him Fetus because he's like, what, twelve or something? There's her old friend Saint Jones, a throwback to the days when she was a restless teenager. There's Vivian Di Marco, now Kearny, a fellow New York transplant with a dark sense of humor.
And there's Roman Kerrs. She isn't sure what to say about him, because her options are either stay silent or gush like a fifteen year old. She prefers the silent option.
When her mother died, she learned the truth. She was never a Roth. Miriam was a foundling with an untraceable history. It was a book from Alice and a tip from Jasper Cross that revealed the rest of it. She was a faerie. Unseelie.
Miriam's mother is gone, and although Mira stays in touch with her family, she considers herself largely a loner. She's got pretty red dragonfly wings and a smart mouth and dark, dark desires and a small body count.
Sometimes the only thing you can do to survive is surrender to your own darkness.