Post by SSA Mia Dearden on Oct 20, 2012 1:27:09 GMT -5
Mia "Bambi, Baby Fed"Dearden 
General Information
Full Name| Mia Dearden
Birthday| March 15th, 1990
Age| 22
Gender| Female
Occupation| SSA Agent for the FBI, BAU consultant, from the Crimes Against Children Unit
Sexual Orientation| Straight
Education|
Strayer University, Woodbridge Campus, Class of 2012, B.S. In Criminal Justice and a B.S. in Psychology, minoring in child development, top of her class
Graduated from St. Paul's Academy for Girls, Class of 2008-Valedictorian
Can read and speak French fluently, read Spanish, sign in ASL seeing as how it is technically her first language
Appearence
Play by/ Face claim| Alona Tal
Hair Color| Blonde
Eye Color| Blue
Body Style/Build| petite, hourglass figure, obviously graceful
Height| 4'11.75"
Weight| 102 lbs.
Tattoos| on left shoulder, 163AAy91-EMC-C . It has been there since ever since she has been
Piercings| ears are pierced
Anything Else| Has tiny feet and hands, her shoe sizev ranges from a 3.5to a five, depending on the shoe company.
Personality
Likes| literature, gymnastics, Doctor Who, Country music, Jazz, Classical music, her family, her job, children, baby animals, all things soft, warm, and fluffy, dark chocolate, pasta. singing, light in general, soft sounds, DC comics, such as Batman, the Flash, Teen Titans, but most of all, Green Arrow
Dislikes| loud noises, being forced to use violence, those who harm children, talking about her past, rude people, hard rock, most sweets, alcohol, the cold
Special Skills| peak level gymnast, highly skilled at dealing with children, especially those who have been sexually abused, is a really good cook, when she actually cooks, being expected to keep up to date on pop culture (she never paid attention to it)
Strengths| Gymnastics, dealing with children, cooking, her highly above average intelligence that is not quite genius level. her keen observation skills
Weaknesses| her compassion for children, loud sounds, slightly anti social, her avoidance of men, her PTSD, technology
Habits| avoids men whenever she can, wears "romantic" outfits, wearing some form of lace, keeping her nails a reasonable length, having at least one replica of one of the Doctor's sonic screwdrivers on her that functions as a pen at her desk, when she speaks, she tends to sign in ASL
Fears| intimacy, the dark, being taken back to where ever it was she had been born into, having to confront those who harmed her as a child, having to tell someone about her past
Goals in Life| to be a good agent, to hep children and get justice for those children
Overall Personality| If there was one phrase that describes Mia’s personality, it is fight or flight. The side of her personality that most people see is the flight side. Mia comes off as shy, quiet, and ready to run at a moment’s notice. This is because Mia is ready to run at a moment’s notice She tends to lean a little bit more towards the anti-social side. Once she has finally established a line of trust and possible friendship, she will show her more playful side. She has a history of having serious trust issues with others, and that still is a problem. Now, when someone threatens or harms a person who Mia cares about, she comes out fighting, and she fights fiercely. She will be violent if need be, but does not like it at all. She is a sweet person by nature and very innocent, often referred to as Bambi, for this reason.
History
Hometown/Nationality| Savannah, Georgia
Parents| adoptive- Elijah and Rose Wilson biological- unknown
Siblings| none
Significant Other| none
Kids| none
Other Relations| so many relations through her adoptive family. Most notable though would be her "cousin" Eric, Jamal, Ty, and Aaron Wilson. They all treat Mia as a younger sister.
Overall History| A good portion of Mia’s life is shrouded in mystery. The only one who currently knows a good number of details about her first nine to ten years of life, is Mia. She really does not like to think about it though. She was found by an FBI raid on a pedophile’s home on November 17th of 1999 in Georgia. She was said to have been “malnourished, and other then the obvious ability to read and write, seemed to be more of an animal then a human child”.
After social services got hold of her, Mia was adopted by a lovely African American couple, which initially caused some controversy, but she quickly settled into her family. Her thirst for knowledge continued, making her highly studious. Her parents encouraged her to try gymnastics, and shortly after starting, her teacher/coach encouraged that she do gymnastics competitively. Mia was able to balance both her sport and school. She competed at a the national level multiple times, often placing in the first four. She was offered a spot on the USA’s national team many times, even through college. After graduating high school, Mia stopped competing in gymnastics and doing them more for recreation. She started her internship with the CAC at 19. When her internship was up, she applied for the position of probational agent, ,meaning she would go through the Academy after she graduated and would then promise the FBI at least four years of service. After she got her B.S’s, she attended the FBI Academy, graduated, and became an agent for the FBI’s CAC unit. She was eventually given the position of being a BAU consultant from the CAC.
About the Roleplayer
Name| Mia works.
Age| 18
Experience| umm.. since August
Sample roleplay|
The noises she could hear startled her and caused her to awaken from her sleep. The sounds coming from outside wherever that she was trapped inside just got louder. She wanted to whimper and cry, but knew better. If she made any sound and was heard, the newest man who had her trapped would hurt her again. He might take away her water. He had stopped giving her food a while ago after she had tried to imitate the noises he made with his mouth. This had brought her to the conclusion that making noises with your mouth was bad.
She shook as she stood herself up. The strength she normally had was being slowly drained as she was denied food. She soundlessly pressed her ear to the dark wall. This bad place had no soft coverings on the walls that helped keep her warm. This made it far easier for her to hear what the noises were. It sounded like the sounds that people had made with their mouths at her. It was loud and getting louder. That was bad, very bad.
A small yelp escaped her lips as there was a loud banging sound at one of the walls. She jumped back away from the wall, trembling as she stared at the wall across from her. The banging sound got louder and louder. A small crack formed in the wall, the light shoving its way into the dark room.
The light made it hard for her to see. There just seemed to be more and more of it spilling into her current cell. All of the sudden, it was everywhere. Her eyes hurt as well as her head. She could not see anything. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she hid her face behind her hands. There were the noises again. They were loud, really loud.
There was a noise coming from where the crack had been. She carefully peeked from behind her hands. There were more people. There were men and then… there were other people. They were not men. They were all quiet all of the sudden and staring at her. A man made the noises with his mouth, but softly to another man who left.
One of the other people who was not a man came towards her, it started making the noises too. She shook her head and tried to find a way to get away from this odd looking man. There was no way to escape though. This man had long hair, and its shoulders were not broad at all. Its hands were small and had an oddly curved body. It reached out and took her hand.
She shrieked as she tugged her hand away from the odd looking man. She was terrified. She tried to push herself towards where the men and the oddly shaped men were. Maybe she could make it past them. No, there were too many. The odd man backed away and made the sounds at the other men. The men tried making different sounds with their mouths at her. They seemed confused and disappointed.
She felt bad. She did not want to have them make those faces at her. That face tended to mean she did not get food or would get hurt more. She had to make that face go away from them. She had to make them stop looking at her like that. She had no idea what to do. Tears poured from her eyes as her head ached.
Then, one man came forward a little bit. She made a noise with her own mouth as she pulled back. She did not want to be hurt more. Men were bad and meant pain. But, he stopped and got down on his knee. He held out a hand. The other men backed away, and then started leaving slowly. Even the oddly shaped men left, but they were all watching. Some were making soft sounds with their mouths. They were all looking though. Another oddly shaped man came in, and went towards the man on his knee, who was holding out his hand and looking her. The odd man gave the man kneeling a box.
Boxes were not always bad, but they normally were not good. She did not know how to react to the box. The odd man left and the man on his knee opened the box. He took out food, and held it out towards her. He made a few sounds but they were soft.
Was this a trap? Her tummy hurt. She wanted the food. She really wanted to take the food. Her deep blue eyes scanned the place. It was so… bright. It made her head hurt. Food though, it made her drool a bit. She could smell it. She knew you normally could smell warm or hot things better than cold things. Was the food warm? Her tummy made the grumble noise at her.
She dashed towards the food that the man was holding out. Her tiny legs shook but they held her up. She grabbed the food and then spun around. She was back where the light was not as bright, making her head hurt less.
The people gave each other weird looks. She did not know what the ways their faces were moving meant. They made the soft mouth noises again. The man just took something else out of the box. It was a blanket. Blankets meant warmth. She was cold. The thin fabric that was torn and stained that was on her barely covered her.
She first scarfed the warm food. She was amazed at how warm it was. It burnt a bit. The burning hurt, but she did not care. It was warm and tasted good. It felt good to have food in her mouth and going down her throat again. She licked the last bits of it from her fingers and wanted more. But, the man had the blanket now.
He had not made scary sounds at her for taking the food. He just stayed there with the blanket in his hand. Her expression was one of confusion. She had not been hurt for taking the food, She took her eyes off her feet and looked at the man’s face. He did not look like he was going to hurt her. His nostrils were not at all flared. His muscles were not tense. Maybe, maybe she could get the blanket too.
This time, she carefully moved towards the man. She slowly crept closer and closer. She wanted to get the blanket. She also wanted to avoid getting hurt though. She finally was almost within reach of it. She heard a noise and scurried back though. The man sighed and looked at another man who was picking up something from the ground. Then the man set the blanket on the ground and pushed it forward a bit. He moved back away from it.
She took the opportunity to grab the blanket. When she looked at the man again, he was holding something different. It was white and a rectangle. He had a pen like thing in his hand. He was writing on the rectangle. He held it up and she read the words. It’s ok. You are safe now.
She was confused. She knew what the words meant. She was not a safe. Safes held money in banks. Maybe it was the other safe, the one that she read in the books. The one that meant no men hurting her. Was this man telling the truth? She reached out for the board and pen thing. The man wiped the board with his sleeve and then set it and the pen down.
She retrieved the pen and board. She backed away quickly with the blanket wrapped around her. She looked at the man and then took the pen in hand. She wrote words on the board. When she held the board up, it read, No hurt?
The man just nodded and so she rubbed the words off like the man had
More food, please? Books?
Those were the next words she wrote on the board. When she showed the man the new words on the board, the corners of his mouth went up. She knew that he was smiling. Smiling normally meant she did something good or made the man happy. That was good.
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She was wrapped in the blanket still. Now, she was sitting on a chair. A real chair, with cushions and everything. The man came over to her again. He had given her a book. It had pictures. She liked it. It was called Green Arrow. The man had the board in his hands. The words on the board read, What is your name?
She gave him a confused look. She had no name. She did not know what words to write down to answer the question. The man bit his lip as he wiped the board. She felt bad now. She hung her head. The man showed her the board again.
Who are you?
Those were the words written on the board. She blinked and flipped through the pages of the book. She had found herself in the book. She just had to find the page.
She pointed to a picture of a girl who looked a lot like her. The girl had yellow hair and blue eyes like her. She was smaller than the other people in the book, just like her. The man blinked when she pointed to the picture of the girl.
He made a few noises with his mouth. She tilted her head. He wrote on the board again. He wrote that the girl’s name was Mia Dearden. She knew that already though. She then tilted her head and looked at the man, taking the board. She wanted to know how her name sounded.
The man looked confused. He wrote, You know your name?
She nodded. He was not very smart. That was her in the book. She responded by writing, Yes. I’m Mia Dearden. Would you please tell me what my name sounds like?
The man made a few faces before nodding. He took the board and pointed to parts of her name. He made the sounds with his mouth slowly. She followed and tried to copy the sounds with her own mouth.
It took a while, but she quickly was able to do it.
The man wrote on the board if she was sure that was her name.
She smiled and nodded before pointing to the picture of the girl, then herself.
In a soft voice she said, “M-m Mia. Mia Dearden.”
