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★ History: Blissful ignorance only lasts as long as your common sense is away. Unfortunately common sense came for Miah at a very early age. She doesn't remember the days of fighting her parents had before breaking up when she was an infant, obviously. But she has always been aware of that tension and awkward moments whenever they were together for her sake. What it was wasn't defined until later, but Miah always something off with them. Her daily routine was pretty unusual, most of her days and nights watched over by her father since her mother decided parenthood wouldn't tie her down. She would've resented her for that, but to do that, she needed to be at her father's place all the time, and she would've, but he decided there wasn't much in the island except her and left. So the young child was left with her mother who kept an eye on her until she was old enough to be left at home alone. Seven years old and managing a house seemed like a scary feat at first, but Miah eventually got to it. At weeks the house would be a mess, sometimes it wouldn't. She had her scares, but she worked through them. Now veering into teenagedom, Miah is still keeping the house together, quite meticulously actually, while her mother gets home drunk until the next morning. Every so often she drifts into The Windmill when she's bored, spending her time in more adult environments. Usually a staff member urges her to leave, but they all know Alice doesn't really care if she's in the bar or not. Which is why Miah doesn't care much either.

It could've been worse. That's always what Miah told herself when she would remember the years that characterized her childhood, or rather teenage years. Alice could've actually hated her and not kept her alive these last years. Then again, she could've also not gotten so hammered that she would lose ownership of the Grind-House. Or she could've not been such a b***h at her every time she got home drunk. She could've cared... but those thoughts were wasted on Miah as she had now made her own life away from her mother, wherever she would be. Last she heard, she had left the island. Where to, she wouldn't give a damn really. Miah had basically spent most of those years sneaking around the Grind-House to drink anything before she was of age, chain-smoking with Julian around the island, having some fun with the boys, lingering and maybe vandalizing a thing or two if they were really really bored. She still did all of those things, except the vandalizing part, the sheriff tended to blow a few gaskets regarding that. Now the only thing that kept her composure all those years was dancing, to which she is quite exceptional at. However that talent stayed as a hobby for Miah never really did aspire to much except taking over the bar herself, which would prove slightly difficult now that her mother had lost it. For now she would work as a bartender there and slowly but surely claim it as her own.

★ Personality: Miah certainly inherited her mother's wits and sharp tongue. She usually had a bored expression on her face, not having the patience to deal with many people. There's a tendency to boss people around, and an even bigger one to be a b***h for whatever reason she deems.

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