Name: Mika Senea
Username: Nights of Death
Age: Seventeen
Hair Color: Dyed White w/blue highlights. Original was blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Mika may look different, and that's the same exact thing with the way she acts. Some may say she's bipolar, for one moment she can be happy as can be and the next she would be flipping out on you. During her normal moment's, she prefers to be by herself but does enjoy a nice talk with sensible people. When things annoy her, or she dislikes something, she won't be afraid to speak her mind.
Biography: Mika, Mika wasn't a planned baby. When her father heard that her mother was pregnant, that another baby was on it's way, he started using drugs. It was nothing specific, cocaine here, weed there, anything he could get his hands on. Well, he wasn't even her actual father, just a husband. That's where, this nightmare begins.
Mika was born in Macedonia. You know, one of the tiny countries in Europe. Anyway, as soon as she was born her mother took one look at her and she denied she was hers, most likely her mother already lost all her sense by the time.With that an ugly heated debate arose and soon the infant was whisked away into foster care. A beautiful young woman with fair skin and dark hair like a raven took pity on her. Already with two boys and a girl of her own she took Lee under her care, fairytale ending right? Wrong, dead wrong.
There were three boys, and four girls, including her. She was the middle of the girls. So, there were two older sisters, two younger brothers, and one older brother, Mika, and her two younger sisters. Know what that equals? Lack of actual interaction with her 'parents'. But she didn't mind the lack of attention, or so she thought, she was still a kid. She was 'the odd child'. Se didn't speak unless spoken to, and did what her parents asked and even things they didn't. She was practically like a live-in housemaid and nanny when her parents went out. Just another kid to take care of.
So, the years went by. She went on with her life and never once did she care to think of her actual parents, whomever they may be. To think that the quiet one in the family would be the one to ruin things for the family. Hell at times she came home from school, with crazy stories about things. Mythical things. Monsters, creatures. Fairytales to others, but not to her. To make it appear normal, she wrote down in stories. She was quite the story teller and writer, but hardly ever reads aloud, but when she does it's like no one had before. It was her best friend who saw what she really was, and brought her to camp after reading her writings.
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