desantis, phoebe miko

[phoebe miko desantis]

MY MOTHER NAMED ME phoebe miko desantis
BUT EVERYONE KNOWS ME AS miko
I WAS BORN ON may 23rd, 1893
AND I DIED ON april 6th, 1910
I'M FROM milan, italy
AND I RESIDE IN new orleans, louisiana ~ presently
MY DOCTOR DIAGNOSED ME AS a physical spirit
IF I HAD TO CHOOSE, I'D SAY I LIKE boys
ODD AS IT IS, THEY SAY I RESEMBLE jac vanek

PEOPLE WOULD DESCRIBE ME AS
Personality~
Miko as she likes to be called can be a very quiet ghost girl. he has her sarcastic moments that can get very interesting which makes it have twist sometimes. She is not overly kind but nice enough to defend someone if need be, which is why people think she is sweet. But most of the times she keeps her head down and thinks bout the short 17 years she had alive. It's not like she does not mind being a ghost it is fun, but life as a ghost can get you down sometimes. If you ever meet her you would rarely see her smile. I would not blame her, she had looked into the eyes of danger when she was alive. That danger eventually ended her life, she feels guilty that she put her family through so much grief. Miko sometimes takes up a role as guardian spirit, when she does it is usually to protect someone from themselves or something else. She can sometimes be a very depressed ghost, but other then that sometimes she likes to cause trouble. Once in awhile someone she knows well might make her smile, it is quiet common actually. But dear Miko is not always a little depressed ghost, she likes to have fun and even read the books of the age she is in. Miko also has her oddly shy version of her personality, which only comes out occasionally.

Appearance ~
When Miko was born she had big blue eyes that held so much confidence and hope. Her hair was long blonde almost white hair that went down to her shoulders. She weighed very little when she was a baby and her parents feared for their child's health. But Miko grew into a very strong agile girl, her hair grew to the middle of her back and her eyes turned to a almost brown hazel color. She was a little thinner then most girls of that time and she looked a little fragile. But that was actually true, she was a very flexible and agile girl. With very nice amount of stamina for running and such. When she does smile it seems to hold the same confidence and hope her face held when she was a child.

BUT THEY DON'T KNOW MY STORY
Miko grew up on the streets of Italy, where every big building you saw was artwork in itself. She was born the youngest of one sister to Mario and Prue Desantis. In a pretty city like Italy you would not really believe life could go wrong. But would you bet that with your life. As a 14 years old Miko liked to go around the city taking pictures of different things and people. Once in a while she would take a picture of a couple flirting or kissing and give it to them. They did not seem to mind at all so she continued her work, it was really good to do when tourist came around. Although she never asked for pay when doing this. But pictures around the place day and night of course something might go wrong. The first time it happened was when her camera got stolen. This was the first sign of bad luck to her parents. But they got her a new one and warned her not to go out at night when taking pictures. By the time she was 17 she had a little private business, where people who wanted some photos of the city or photos of them would pay a little money for the photos.

She let the word pass around instead of advertising because she never wanted to make her parents worried. Miko was out at night once again taking her pictures, everyone in Italy knew that going through it at night was not smart unless you had another person with you. But Miko was the type who listened to warnings AFTER she got her job done. So was she was scooping through night time Italy, she took some pictures that got her into more trouble then needed. These pictures held the key between some thugs going to jail or her death, because she knew that these thugs were anything but normal. Getting the pictures to the police was her top agenda, but how can you do that when you are clumsy when nervous. She tripped and stepped on a twig, she was quickly surround and her camera was snatched from her hands. The pictures were revealed, in her mind it was a dumb way to die. Yeah yeah they shot her, that was the end of her life. She became a ghost and eventually followed her family to New Orleans.

It was a pathetic way to die now that she thinks about it, and it was all decided on a simple trip and a fall.
I GREW UP AROUND
Prue Desantis ~ Mother
Mimi Desantis ~ Older Sisiter
Mario Desantis ~ Father

BEHIND THE CHARACTER, I'M REALLY Lia
MY TIMEZONE IS eastern, but soon will change to central
I WRITE LIKE THIS not trying to wow, this is what happens when I am inspired.

Most days Lia would stay in her room at night thinking up things. Although she would not have mind sleeping it sometimes did not work out for her. So tonight she decided something different, as she left her room as silent as possible. Although she could care less if someone followed her she just did not want some people to think she was obsessed. Whispering to herself she said slowly "Hopefully some bats will be out tonight, I have some fruit but probably not enough to collect a lot." Her usually obsession had taken the best of her and she traveled down to the lake. Surprisingly she was not spoked by each rustle in the bush. Maybe it was because she had her mind set on one thing. Bats, yes very nice fruit bats. Her currently red hair flew into her face a few times as the breeze of the night traveled past her. Lia almost pushed herself into a skip as she thought about different ways to attract bats. Soon she could smell the fresh water of the lake ahead of her. With and excited jump she her strides grew faster and longer as she came closer to the lake.

Around the lake she had learned was different fruit trees and such, it was perfect for watching bats at night. With the moon at the right angle shining off of the lake you could see the flapping of the bats wings. It might be an exciting site for her but she knew that others would probably rather watch a moth die. Pulling out the few small fruits she was able to cut up and put into a bag in her pocket she looked around for the bats. Placing each piece on the ground in front of her she slowly backed away. But still close enough to see them, she knew the young bats would be more adventures and wonder to the ground looking for fruit. While the older wiser bats would stay up in the trees shouting warnings to their children. Running her hand through her red hair her dark brown eyes slowly wondered to the fruit trees. She could hear some rustling in the trees, but she had a feeling that was not the sound of bats. Bats were generally silent, you could not even hear their warning cries.

Because of Lia being a vampire she could hear the slightest wing flap of the bat. But she knew they were not here yet, holding her hands together she waited impatiently. Her eyes getting wider and even a little bit disappointed. Just as she was about to walk back over to the fruit she had put down she heard the sound she had been waiting for. Seeing small black outlines in the sky she almost screamed with joy. But she covered her mouth with her hand and jumped up and down happily. Sitting back down so not to scare away the animals she had been waiting for for so long, she watched her eyes full of curiosity. As she had guessed the young bats flew down to her fruit on the ground. The older bats watched their babies, making sure that nothing would try to attack them. But even then they still sent a silent warning to the young bats to hurry up. Lia picked up every single sound and every time she did her heart beat with happiness and joy.

At that very moment she could have been the happiest person in the world and she could care less if anyone thought she was obsessed. Soon the adventures young bats flew back up to the rest of the group and began eating the trees fruit. While the older bats a little calmer now that the group was back together, began eating once more. Getting closer to the tree as quietly as she could she stood under it. Then looking up she saw the bat, they seemed to cover each limb of the tree she was under. It made her wonder with fascination as she watched them bite into their fruit. The mothers even fed their babies on their back, letting them eat more then they were. It was a pretty site in her eyes. The only thing that bothered her was that she could not see what type of bat they were. These bats could be any type of bat and it was important to her, but she shrugged and decided that it was something to worry about another day. Sitting down under the tree her gaze shifted to the lake and the moon shining off of it.

AND I THINK YOU NEED TO KNOW Want a cookie?