CASTRO, miranda tayler

[miranda]

miranda tayler castro.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. miranda tayler castro.
stage name. miranda castro.
nicknames. mir, randy, randa, tay, mimi.
age dob. twenty two. november 10th, 1988.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. no preference.
career. tv/film actress.
hometown. auora, illinois.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'5.
eyes. dark brown.
hair. dark brown/black.
build. slim, slightly hourglass shaped.
distinguishing features. eye and mouth shape.
play-by. selena gomez.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. chocolate, friends, parties, food, dancing, acting, singing, music, family, drawing, writing, movies, rainbows, perfect weather.
hates. spiders, snakes, vodka, overly used words, people who criticize too much, haters.
quirks. can snap and clap her hands really fast, can hold her breath for over a minute, can sleep sitting up, she bites her writing utensils, hops like a four year old when she has to go to the bathroom.
aspirations. becoming loved by everyone, adopting children from africa, making a change, live over 100 years, to meet the president.
secrets. went to rehab because of being bulimic, she has anger management problems.
personality evaluated. miranda is actually a really sweet girl. she usually means no one any harm, and tries to keep away from bitchiness. but just because she is nice, doesn't mean she has no limits. if you say the wrong thing to her, then she will not be afraid to get feisty. she is very defensive, and people are usually careful when they say things to her. otherwise, she is a nice person, and loves to make friends. miranda is a party person, too. although she's nice, she still does know how to liven up a place. she loves going to parties, especially with friends. she loves having fun, and going out. she'd rather be out than to sit around her house. miranda is a very quirky, hyper girl. she's convivial, bold, and random. a lot of people like those traits about her.

miranda gives out good advice. although she has a lot of problems herself, she finds it easier to help those who don't have the same problems as she does. It's almost like thinking outside of the box with her. she is also a good listener. having to listen to her friends, and especially her mother rant on and on about troubles in their lives, she became accustomed to easily listening to people, rather than tuning them out like most would. miranda is very independent, and doesn't rely on many others. sometimes the independent attitude she has can get out of control. sometimes, she believes she can do everything on her own, which leads to her hiding things from the people who want to help her. to the outside world, she wants to seem perfect, but of course, she isn't.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. andrew kyle castro , 42 , doctor. (deceased)
mother. kalila mikayla castro , 40 , designer.
siblings. (unknown now, may be added in the future)
pets. a dog named buddy and a cat named strawberry.
other family. (unknown now, may be added in the future)
history evaluated. Miranda was born on November 1st, 1988. She was born in Aurora, Illinois, and lived there for roughly 7 years of her life. Her family then moved to Los Angeles, California after that. From that time on, Miranda started taking dance lessons of all sorts. Ballet, hip hop dancing, and a lot more. When she was 10, she started taking acting classes. While that was happening, her mother approved of what her daughter was doing. But her father thought differently. He didn't want her to do any of what she was doing, and would rather her take more interest in becoming a doctor of some sort. Miranda didn't want that, though. She was perfectly fine with what she was doing. When she turned 11, she began searching for roles, movies and TV shows she could star in. But she wasn't getting much luck from all of that. It was then when the real problems had began. One day, she was ranting on to one of her cousins about how much she hated that she couldn't get any roles, and how every other girl but her seemed to be much more fortunate. That was when her cousin had told her she wasn't getting roles because she wasn't skinny enough. Ever since then, Miranda became obsessed with her weight, and was constantly checking herself out in the mirror.

She wasn't satisfied with how she looked, and a 14 year old Miranda was looking for solutions of how she could succeed with gaining that slim figure, even though she looked perfectly fine. A friend of hers told her that she could eat however much she wanted to, and still lose so much weight at the same time. It was then that Miranda's pointer finger became her best friend. Becoming bulimic, she ate to the point where she felt bloated and sick. Then she was throw it all up right after. She did become noticeably slimmer, but it wasn't enough for her. She began to work out, too. Constantly. It started out three times a week. Then it moved up to 5 times a week. Then 7 days a week. Hours and hours of working out, eating, then throwing it all up. It had gotten to the point where she was scarily skinny. You were afraid to hug her, with the fear of snapping her in half. To say she didn't look too hot was an understatement. It wasn't until it got horribly bad that her parents started to realize what was going on. They found her passed out in her room, food everywhere and jars of puke hidden. It was a near death situation, but luckily, she survived.

Miranda was then sent to rehab for her problems, and she stayed there for a year. When she was 16, she found that her weight was back to normal, and slowly, her eating habits were becoming normal, too. When 17, she got back into the acting industry, and found that roles were coming much better to her than from when she was 14. They were small roles, but roles nonetheless. Something bad happened, while she was 17 and obtaining roles. It was a stormy night, and her father had to work late in the hospital. He didn't come home, though, which worried Miranda and her family. It was then that they found out the next morning, that her father had died in a car accident. He swerved off the rood, and into a ditch. That was a very devastating moment in her life, and it took her a long time to get over it. When she turned 18, she moved out of her parents house, though her mother visited her a lot. To this day, Miranda is still in the acting business, getting small roles. She has a part time job as a cashier in a music store, and is hoping to get well-known someday.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. dee or deonna.
years of rp experience. three years.
other characters. none at the moment.
how did you find us. through cities built on sandcastles.
roleplay sample.

Why Ben didn't realize that it was Malachai up there in the first place was beyond him. If it were anyone who was going to climb up on a scaffold with a dress and high heels on to paint a wall, it would be her. He found himself rolling his eyes when she hopped down from her place on the slab, though he couldn't help his eyes from sweeping over her body. She looked nice, that was for sure. Pulling his hoodie off of his head, he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame it. He paused his iPod, and let his headphones fall out of his hands, since they were inside of his hoodie and not in the danger of hanging down to the ground. He found himself smirking at her words. "No offense-- Wait, nevermind. Yes, offense, when I say that even without the paint fumes, you're an airhead." He folded his arms over his chest, the conceited smirk still against his face. He laughed at her next words mockingly, hoping to irritate her in some form of way. "That all you got, mamacita? I've heard worst from mi madre. Weak, Malachai." He looked her up and down once again. "Why are you wearing a dress and high heels on a scaffold? Do you have a death wish or something?"

What a lovely way to start his walk. Battling with the girl who he always fought with. He met her a while back, when he had first moved out to Cali. They were not friends to begin with, that mostly being his fault. Ben wasn't the best person when he first moved out there. He was a bit emo-ish, still effected by the horrid situation that had ended just as they left for California. So he was very defensive and opinionated, calling people out for everything little thing they did (except for himself, of course. although he did needed to be called out). Malachai was just unlucky to be in his path when he did go on one of his sprees, and he was unfortunate to have a person who fought back. Out of all people, he didn't really expect to see her. But there she was, standing in glory and all. It was weird to him, how much they hated each other. But he could remember a few encounters with her that were friendly. Maybe a little bit more than friendly, if he were being honest. But they were all while he was in an intoxicated state of mind. That was his excuse, for ending up in bed with her. Because if he were in his right mind, he would not have all buddy buddy with her.

He pushed his hazel eyes down to the ground, keeping his arms folded over his chest as he waited for a response. He looked up at her for half a second, his eyes challenging hers. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, was someone who was intimidating to him. If he could help it, he made himself leveled with intimidation, or made himself higher on the scale. After hiding away for so long, because of intimidation, he couldn't stand it anymore. He made a promise to himself that he wouldn't succumb to anything that he didn't want to.

[han]