RIANN, mikah jayne

[codie]

mikah jayne riann.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. mikah jayne riann
stage name. mikah jayne - she doesn't see the need for her last name.
nicknames. mickey.
age dob. twenty five, january eighteenth.
gender. femme.
sexual orientation. heterosexual.
career. tv/film actor, unknown of course.
hometown. quebec city, quebec, canada.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot, six inches.
eyes. mid blue, slightly green.
hair. blond, though sometimes bleached to be even more blond.
build. thin, but not super skinny. chest is bigger than most. legs are long and lanky.
distinguishing features. her prominent chin shape, her chest area, her blond hair-especially when she bleaches it.
play-by. ashlee simpson.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. painting her nails, straightening her hair, sunflowers, flip-flops, having blond hair, playing stupid but addicting games on the internet, going to work, lip gloss, having money, boys that are in bands, Starbucks frappachinos, vanilla ice cream, giraffes, being outside, going for long walks in the park, elephants, sleeping in late on her days off, writing in markers on posters, using a credit card instead of writing out a check, fast cars, no traffic, blowing bubbles with her gum, sunglasses with plastic frames, texting, not being gawked at, building snow people during the winter with her niece and nephew, going to the beach, swimming in the pool, the smell of gasoline, pens with pink ink in them instead of the boring blue or black, shopping for lingerie at Victoria's Secret, traveling to new countries with her family, Christmas time at home, being at home watching a movie when it's snowing outside, watching crazy videos of stupid things that people do, having a job, blogging about her life, spoiling her niece and nephew, going on road trips with her friends, Halloween, wearing cute skirts, being in a long and loving relationship, going out to partying, skinny jeans in bright colors, headbands, new clothes, loud music that she likes, being healthy, sunny skies, going to the movies, her pets.
hates. being stuck in traffic, when her alarm clock goes off in the morning, the sweat from a cold cup dripping on her coffee table ( that means use a damn coaster people! ), pop-up windows on the computer when surfing the net, having to pay bills, cold showers, being outside when it rains, monkeys, mean people, when people are disobedient, being honked at when walking down the street, being called names that aren't appropriate, getting into car accidents, cats and kittens, red meat, when girls hit on her, get a headache, sneezing a bunch of times in a row, having her grass turn brown because she's barely ever home to take car of it, crying babies that won't shut up no matter what you do for them or give to them, waiting in long lines anywhere, having to go to the bank, jellybeans, chat speak, golf, the Twilight series, people who have gotten so much plastic surgery they can be called Barbie/Ken, animal abusers, getting lost on a road trip, having to pump her own gas, commercials, previews in the beginning of the movie at the movie theater, people who think that they are the best thing going, flying on airplanes, being late for any occasion, having to talk on the phone with stupid people, fighting in public, red lights, skateboarding, gossip drama, Perez Hilton, long weekends because they she doesn't want them to end, accidentally poking herself in the eye, being judged based on her appearance, the Real World series, the ice cream man ( she secretly thinks that he's a serial killer in disguise ), thunderstorms, being at home alone in the dark, having to wash the car by hand, rap music, prank phone calls.
quirks. hates it when people speak in gibberish to a baby and calls them out on it; she never leaves home without her nails being painted; can only listen to one radio station in the car or else her day turns out to be horrible.
aspirations. become part of the a-list; raise her child out of the spotlight, even if she herself is in it; to be happy with her lifer even if she doesn't make it in the industry.
secrets. her step-father raped her when she was thirteen when her mother was sleeping, which resulted in a pregnancy, but she had an abortion because she didn't want to have her rapist's child; mikah was actually switched at birth with another child at the hospital and it wasn't until she was fifteen that she found out because her real parents were in an accident and the other daughter was tested to give a kidney to the mother and she didn't match whatsoever.
personality evaluated. In general, Mikah is considered to be a well rounded type of person. She is nice, caring, sweet, and gentle majority of the time, but if provoked, you'd better expect that all to change on the flip of a dime. Nothing in the world can stop Mikah once she gets extremely angry because she is half Canadian and half Russian, an extremely bad combination to have when dealing with someone who has a terrible temper. Okay, so maybe it's more the Russian side of her than the Canadian part, but so what? But don't let that frighten you, because Mikah is more of a sweet and caring person majority of the time and it does take quite a bit for her to get her temper flaring bad enough to start blowing up at people; whatever you do though, just don't underestimate her because it'll be the quickest way you see her in action. One of the only ways that you'll know that Aspen is ridiculously angry with you or someone else, is the fact that she'll lose her cool and start cursing at you. After that, she's going to start swinging at your face and yelling at you in either French or Russian; the two languages she learned besides English as a child.

When it comes to being around family, Mikah is always one all for it. She's the type of girl that everything around her can be going wrong and the world could have just blown up, but just as long as she has her family, it wouldn't even bother her in the least bit. Family always comes first and always will come first; that was what her mother and father had drilled into her head since the day that she was born and will keep drilling it into her head until the day that they die. And even after that, Mikah will still have it stuck in her head, that's why she''ll drill it into the head's of her children when she has them. Since family means so much to her, Mikah as taken on the liberty of adopting a young child that needs a family, because she feels horrible that children of any age don't always have a family that they can turn to when the going gets rough.

Confidence is one of those things for Mikah, that she doesn't really have, but that she wishes that she did have. Because of the way she looks and dresses, she gets certain types of looks from certain types of people. Even though she doesn't really care about the way people look at her or how they treat her, it does affect her on occasion, because sometimes she wishes that she would just be able to walk down the street and not be stared at like a freak. The most confidence that Mikah has is when she is hanging around her family, her abilities of being a mother, and when she is at work. In all of those places and around all of those people, she couldn't feel any better about herself or what she does


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Kenneth James Riann , 55 , lawyer.
mother. Anastasia Marisol Riann , 52 , housewife.
siblings. Gage Sampson Riann, 32, upcoming actor.
Jetta Elise Riann , 28 , singer.
pets. tiny yorkie puppy, CoCo.
other family. Blubell Trinity Riann, adopted daughter, eight.
history evaluated. When Mikah was born, the nurses that dealt with her mother and the woman in the delivery room next to her mother's accidentally switched the babies. Therefore, they simply guessed on which child belonged to which family. Unfortunately, they were wrong and the mistake wouldn't correct itself until fifteen years after the incident occurred. Though, when she was brought home, her parents loved her with all of their hearts, until Mikah's father died. Well, he wasn't her biological father because of the baby switch, but no one in the family knew the difference. It took awhile for Mikah to recover from her father's death, because she was really close to him. She was, after all, daddy's little girl. Three years after her father's death, her mother remarried a man that Mikah didn't particularly care for. A year or so after the ceremony, Mikah was home alone and she heard the front door open. She thought it was going to be her mother, but it was her step-father. When she saw him, she went back to her bedroom, since she didn't trust him. Mikah always had that bad vibe about Vance, but she could never figure out why. Regardless of how she felt about him though, she simply had to deal with him to please her mother. That night, when her mother was sound asleep in her own bedroom after a long day at work, Mikah's step-father came into her bedroom while she was in the shower. When she got out of the shower, he grabbed her out of the towel she was in and gagged her with it and proceeded to rape her. Ever since that night, Mikah didn't know what she was going to do, but when she found out that she was pregnant, she immediately told her mother of the entire situation. At first, her mother didn't think that her husband was capable of such things, but when Mikah mentioned the pregnancy, she went to have an abortion and had a DNA test run on the fetus. Sure enough, it was Vance's DNA and he was sent to jail for a long time, though, Mikah's mother won't ever forgive her daughter for breaking up her marriage.

When Mikah was about fifteen years old, her mother received a phone call from a stranger, claiming that Mikah wasn't actually her child. Laughing at first, Mikah's mother didn't believe the feminine voice on the other line, so she hung up on the stranger and went about with her day. A day or so later, Mikah's mother received a phone call from the hospital that she had given birth to her daughter at, receiving the same news; her daughter wasn't actually hers. When the hospital arranged for DNA tests to be run on the girls, Mikah truly wasn't her mother's daughter. Instead, she was the daughter of Kenneth and Anastasia Riann. When the courts ordered the girls to choose which family they preferred to live with, Mikah's mother's real daughter decided to stay with the Riann's; but Mikah couldn't make the decision so quickly. The judge gave her forty-eight hours to decide and after making a list of positives and negatives, Mikah soon chose the Riann's as well. The deciding factor came down to Mikah's mother blaming her for breaking up her marriage with the man that raped her. Kenneth and Anastasia arranged for their daughter's belongings to be brought to their home and soon enough, Mikah was at her real home. When she arrived, she found that she had an older sister, whom she looked very similar to, as well as an older brother. Mikah was much happier living with the Riann family, so much that she legally had her name changed to what it should have been.

As Mikah got older, her parents gave her everything that she could have wanted, a sweet sixteen birthday with a car as her present, a trip to Europe for graduation, and the money to go to college. Mikah appreciated the things that they gave to her, but she never expected any of it from them. She was just glad that she was able to be at home with them and away from all of the terrible things that her previous family had going on. When Mikah was twenty-four, she decided that she was going to pay-it-forward. Her idea, she was going to adopt a child that needed a new family and a fresh start. Kenneth and Anastasia supported their daughter through it all and agreed to welcome the adopted child into their home as if it was their real grandchild. The final papers went through a few weeks shy of her twenty fifth birthday and soon enough, an eight year old girl was going home to a new family. The girl's name was Blubell Trinity, and when asked if she'd like to take on Mikah's last name, she agreed. The girl was soon legally a Riann and now has a family to call her own.

Mikah's older sister had gotten into the music industry, dragging Mikah along with her, borrowing her voice occasionally. Even though Mikah enjoyed singing with her sister, she decided that she was going to get into acting and do something all on her own. Soon enough, Mikah found an agent and they began to arrange auditions. All Mikah can do now is her very best and hope for a breakout role. And when Mikah isn't trying to be an actress, she's at home with her daughter, being a mother. Blubell comes first in Mikah's life, that's why her auditions have to be scheduled when the girl is in school.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. codie.
years of rp experience. quite a bit, 9-10 years.
other characters. none.
how did you find us. browsing through other sites affiliates.
roleplay sample.

For some strange reason,Mackenzie had just gotten hit with a wave of tired eyes, making him just want to close them and sleep for the rest of the day; he knew better than to do that right now though. For if he had done so, he was going to wake up in a lot of pain, brought on by his girlfriend. Wait, pause, rewind. Girlfriend? Had Mackenzie really heard Paris just agree to be his girlfriend or was he really tired enough to hear anything that he wanted to hear at that point? No, that wasn't it; he really had heard Paris agree. For a moment there, Mackenzie was in such awe that he didn't know what to do for a moment; though, Paris seemed to make up for the pause in the tall boy's actions. Her hands fell to his abdomen again, tracing over the muscle that he had there. Okay, so Mackenzie was skinny, so what? He was in shape of course, otherwise, he'd be tall and skinny and weak, which he certainly wasn't right now. It was only a few seconds after that, that Paris had brought her lips back up to Mac's and the two started kissing again. That's where the two laid and just continued pressing their lips against the others, constantly wanting more, for a little while. Then Mackenzie felt Paris's hands at the bottom of his shirt, lifting his shirt up to soon get it off. He waited a couple of moments before stretching his arm over his shoulder and grabbing the back of his shirt and bringing it over his head and removing it completely. Tossing the striped shirt to the floor, Mackenzie brought his lips back to Paris's, sorry that he had to remove them in order to remove his shirt. It was then, that Mackenzie wanted to simply rip Paris's shirt right off of her body, but he knew that if he did that, bad things were going to happen way to quickly. So, fighting the urge with all his will power, Mackenzie made sure that Paris's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist and then wrapped his arms around her body.

Leaning up now, then stepping off of the bed, his lips still presses against the other bright blond's lips, Mackenzie made sure that he had a good hold on her. He didn't want to leave Paris on the bed alone and waiting, so he decided that she was simply going to go along for the ride instead. This was the first time that Mac had to tilt his head up slightly to meet Paris; normally, he had to look down constantly, so this was quite a bit of a change for the blond giant. This little adventure was surely important, because if they didn't travel it together, a baby would be traveling into their world in nine months. Keeping his arms around Paris, letting her know that he wasn't going to drop her at all, Mackenzie made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Once he was in there, he held his left arm underneath Paris, as if he was holding her like a small child, Mackenzie used his right hand to turn the light on in the small dark room. Once on, Mac was able to see out of his right eye where the counter was exactly. There were drawers attached to the counter, one being Mac's, the others belonged to Paris. It wasn't that she had claimed them all and only left him with one, it was that Mac had only needed one of them. He was a guy, which meant a lot less stuff that he needed. The only things that were in the drawer were his contacts, his hair brush, his straightener which was collecting dust since he tried not to use it, his deodorant and cologne, and condoms; all the typical things that a guy would have. So leaning over a little bit so that he was able to reach the drawer, Mackenzie opened the drawer and pulled a condom out of it. He then closed the drawer and exited the bathroom, turning the light off as he exited through the doorway. Once again, both of Mackenzie's arms were placed around Paris's body, holding her up as Mac walked down the hallway with the feather-light doll in his arms.

Entering his bedroom again, Mackenzie, out of normal reaction, kicked the door shut with his foot. This time, unlike last night, it clicked shut; even if there was no need for it to be shut, Mac felt that sex was a private thing that should be done behind closed doors. If he hadn't felt that way, the door would still have been open, but it wasn't now. Not only that, but since it was their day off, Mackenzie didn't need the other two girls that were in the band simply walking into the apartment that the two platinum blonds shared and caught a glimpse of what they were doing. If anything, they'd probably hear what was going on and leave immediately, but Mac's room was visible from the front door, so if the door was open, they'd catch a sight. So now that the bedroom door was shut and a condom was in hand, Mac was able to relax a little bit more and focus mainly on Paris right now. Mac stepped back over to the bed and laid Paris down softly into the little nest of pillows that she had collapsed into earlier. The entire time since they had left this position earlier, their lips hadn't parted once, so Mac wasn't planning on letting that happen now. Instead, he comfortably took his position on top of Paris, not leaning against her enough to crush her, just enough so that their bodies were touching and wanting more from the other one. Even though it had been Mackenzie's dream to date and sleep with Paris, he wanted to make sure that he treated her with respect and make sure that she knew that this meant a lot and that it wasn't some little fling that was going to make life awkward for the pair of them.

Letting his hands explore Paris's body, they made their way to her waist and once again, under her shirt like they had been earlier in their session. Now though, he was being a daring sort of fella and pushed her shirt up around her ribs, not venture to her chest just yet. That was something Mackenzie was going to have to accomplish in his head before he was able to do it with his hands. Paris's boobs were the one thing that always got him to do whatever Paris had wanted him to do. All she had to do was flaunt them even the slightest bit and he would fight the world for her if she had asked him to. Of course now though, he was going to be able to touch them, feel them, and he wasn't sure about it just yet. Of course had always wanted to get the opportunity to, but he never actually thought that he was going to get it, so he wanted to take a moment to collect himself again and stop being such a baby about it. It took a few seconds, but Mac soon brought Paris's shirt above her chest and pulled his lips away from hers so that he would be able to remove it from her body completely and not have to worry about it. Unfortunately for Mac, Paris had been wearing a bra and he had to remove that too, which of course came of really quickly after he had gotten her shirt off. It took one simple movement of his hand behind her back and click of the clasp and it was undone. Pro with this, yes of course, but it was a talent because not all guys were actually able to do that. Removing her bra from her body as well, Mac held Paris close to him and felt the soft skin of her body against his own and he loved it. What was the poor boy to do now, going completely crazy for his best friend turned girlfriend? You could say he was sort of obsessed with her, but not in a creepy sort of way. It was to be looked at as more of a compliment than anything else because Mackenzie wasn't one for having so many friends, even if he was the type of person that could get along with just about anyone.

At the thought of this entire relationship, Mackenzie knew that there was going to be a lot of things that he was going to have to get himself to adjust to. He wasn't sure if Paris was going to want their new found relationship publicized just yet or if she wanted it to be a secret still and let them be able to have their fun and whatnot before everyone knew about them being together and questioning them about it and how it all happened and everything else that they were going to want to know about. Thinking about it like that, Mackenzie was pretty sure that he himself was going to want to keep their relationship a secret for a little while. Not only that, but he was going to have to figure out how he was supposed to act around Paris now that they were together. He of course knew his boundaries as a best friend, but now those boundaries expanded, but how much was the question now. Would he be able to kiss her when he felt like it or was he going to have to wait to kiss her on her terms? Oh well, Mac knew that he was going to have to figure these things out, but in the back of his head, they didn't matter right now, but they would later on. Needing to take a breath of air or else have his lungs explode, Mackenzie withdrew his lips from Paris's and did something that he figured that was going to happen a lot around their apartment lately, as it always had been. He flipped the pair of them over, putting Paris on top of his instead of being underneath of him. Right now, he was going to put Paris in control, though, he wouldn't let her be in control the entire time, nor even close to the entire time. The bedroom was going to be where he was the dominate one, since Paris was the dominate one outside of the bedroom, but that's how she had always been. Paris always knew what would make Mackenzie listen to her every need, even if the boy was a few years her senior.

With Paris currently straddling his waist, being that as how she had landed when he had flipped the pair of them, Mackenzie looked up at the green-eyed beauty and just smiled at her as he gazed directly into her eyes. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Thinking about it now, all of the girls that Mackenzie had ever slept with were never as beautiful as the girl that was currently sitting on top of him and he was happy about that. But don't think that Paris was just beautiful, because Mac wouldn't have asked her out if she was just beautiful; in face, Paris was so much more than that. She was independent, not easily walked on, and so much more. That was what made Mac fall for Paris so much and want to get to know her that much more, because she was different than all of those other girls. Shaking those thoughts from his head, Mackenzie focused on Paris sitting on top of him again and realized what they were about to do and couldn't help but be super happy about it. The girl of his dreams, quite literally actually, was his girlfriend now and that couldn't make him any happier than he currently was.

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