Michaela Ledé Donovan
N I C K N A M E S
Mika, Kayla, or Mia {Most common; prefers the former} || Siren {Common; tolerates; teasingly by friends & customers at Sinema}
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17 : June 30
S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual : Biromantic
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African American
S P E C I E S
In her head, human : Actually, banshee
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5'5
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130 lbs
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Hazel
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Brown
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It would not be a lie to call Michaela a very lovely young woman with her brown-flecked almond-shaped green eyes, peanut-butter brown skin, naturally full and plump lips, and slim yet curvy body. Her bust area may not be the most boast-worthy feature on her form, but what she lacks in that department she more than makes up for with her rounded and perky bottom, which leads to toned thighs and sleek looking legs. Her hair, which she consistently dabbles with, can be seen in two ways: one, is in it's more natural state, where her long, thick brown locks are left out and styled in whatever way she deems fit. The other is her long-standing love for miniature, waist-length Marley twists. Currently, her hair is in the aforementioned twists, interspersed with brown, red, and white-blonde extensions. She has a bit of an edgy bohemian style, which only seems to accentuate the natural exotic yet carefree air surrounding her. The piercings Michaela actually does have are in her ears and they're the simple standard piercings, a piercing in her right nostril though the occasional fake septum piercing can be confusing, and she has a tattoo on her lower back that her sister still threatens to have removed.
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✦Consistently smells like a blend of shea butter and vanilla. ✧Sketches when she's daydreaming or lost in her head, though some of her sketches have turned...a bit darker since her move to Beacon Hills. ✦When she needs something to do, particularly to distract herself, she unravels and re-braids her hair, if she happens to be wearing braids. ✧Carries a can of mace on her person at all times along with a pocket knife, and keeps an aluminum bat in all of the closets in her house. ✦Had bad anxiety as a child and so whenever she feels like she's close to having an attack, says the alphabet backwards. ✧Carries cake-batter flavored lip balm on her at all times. ✦Her eye rolls are indicative of her moods, especially considering how consistently she rolls her eyes. Deeper and harder rolls suggest her annoyance and arising temper, quicker ones tend to connote her playfulness or mild annoyance. ✧Hums or sings very quietly when she's completing menial tasks (ie. washing dishes, cooking, shopping, helping clean up Sinema, etc) ✦You would never know unless you heard her when she's angry or simply when she's at home with her sister and giving up pretenses, but Michaela has a southern accent.
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✦Cooking: Living with your older sister who was not really good at cooking when the two of you left home meant that someone had to do it and Michaela, surprisingly, actually loves it. Whenever she is allowed to cook, she feels at home and in control of something. ✧Artistic: She's no Picasso, but the fact that she can draw more than the regular old stick figure counts for something. But what she lacks in visual artistry Michaela more than makes up for with her smooth and surprisingly powerful vocals. It's literally the reason why she's called Siren, considering the fact that it was because of her voice and a collaboration with a few artists in Beacon Hills that Sinema now has Soulfood Tuesdays instead of incredibly rowdy parties every day.
A B I L I T I E S
See bestiary for more information. As of this moment, Michaela does not know that she is a banshee. Her group of friends think she's getting paranoid, which she would be wont to do considering the fact that Michaela does follow her instincts a lot more to explore places, especially considering the fact that she keeps winding up near dead bodies or sketching things related to the deaths. Which is why she's learned to keep the visions and the fact that she's hearing voices to herself, or at least also to a really good friend. At the moment, she thinks she's either going crazy or the "vision' this one "psychic" back in Louisiana said, where she has something dark in her and she needs to embrace it, is coming true.
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✦Rebellious: While Michaela's an intuitive girl with the ability to be the voice of reason, why should she be so every single day? She's a bit of a rebel heart and her sister declares she's going to give her gray hairs, but Michaela is definitely that friend you know you're going to have a good time with. Even if it means you might be late to school the next day without your homework being done. She marches to the beat of her own drum, though others might say she can be reckless, especially when she's being emotional. ✧Stubborn: For Michaela, your way isn't always going to be the high way and she'll let you know that. She actually does respect authority, but she has a problem with anyone thinking they can just rule over her. She doesn't believe in dictatorships. You want her to respect your authority, make it a democracy. It helps that not many people intimidate her, though that might be subject to change when exposed to the supernatural. ✦Her own ignorance: The fact that she doesn't know what she is and how to control her abilities. Michaela has dreams during both the night and the day, she sketches things without realizing it, she's always needing to go one direction even when she originally wanted to go left, and it's all because of powers she doesn't know. She keeps saying she'll look into it, but for all her fearlessness, she hasn't yet. ✧People and just the idea that anyone could give up on a person without even trying once [s]total opposite of her sister[/b]. For all the toughness in the world she likes to tell herself she has, Michaela cares ore about people - about humanity - than she would give herself credit for. ✦Her sister: Ronnie is the only family Michaela has got. They do have other family, but Ronnie's the only one Michaela cares about and she would die for her sister.
H O B B I E S
✦Singing and songwriting ✧Drawing ✦Getting her friends into trouble that they probably won't regret if they have fun ✧Exciting a crowd and making drinks that will shock you with flavor, but then knock you flat on your ass if you have more than one ✦Working, since she does work at Sinema every other night ✧Listening to music ✦Watching sports games ✧Wandering the woods, particularly when she's on a jog
F E A R S
✦Absolutely anything happening to her sister ✧The idea of being tied or strapped down, or any kind of confinement really ✦The idea of her going crazy and that her sister knowing about the voices will get her sent to Eichen ✧The voices and the fact that they won't get away ✦Clowns ✧Her dreams
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Michaela would never claim nor would she ever want to lay claim to being the most popular girl in school. At the same time, however, it isn't very hard to see her as such. And if not that, one breezy ass social butterfly because with the way this girl moves through school, you would think she was close with everyone. She seems to blend in easily with any crowd that she pleases and seems to have friends everywhere. But make no mistake - it isn't because she is some vivacious character; she leaves that to others. That kind of trait was not written in her code. She's just good with people - learned how to work them and get them to trust her all the while keeping mum on her own shit - and surprisingly adaptable, which lends to an easygoing demeanor combined with enough spunk and sass to entertain the masses. She was never the chick to claim everyone being one of her best friends or even the one to typically associate herself with the popular crowd in school. Too many egos and not enough shots in that social circle. Besides, she's very much satisfied where she is on the totem. Leaves her enough room to be the free-spirit that she is because, as proven since her move to Arizona and once she was away from the darkness of her childhood, Michaela marches to the beat of her down drum. It just so happens that that drum is loud and erratic enough to probably give her sisters gray hairs before she even reaches forty.
After all, this was the child who ran her caretakers crazy with the fact that Michaela is far too audacious and bold for her own good. She's not the type to just rush up to the person she likes and says she wants to take them home, and she's not about to stand on top of the cafeteria table and declare how she's about to fuck somebody up. But that one friend you would dare to flash security at a club knowing damn well they'll think she's too damn drunk and it's time to send the minor home? It's probably Michaela. Why? Because she's adventurous, the one who would probably be the first to agree to a road trip in the middle of bumfuck townsville, and she's actually very much okay with being that person. And not because she's particularly reckless or just an overly-rambunctious character, but because she promised her sister one thing and it was that she would enjoy and live her life. Which means she lives her life according to her. Michaela's a bit of an indomitable spirit and it shows. Not many people can just tell her what to do, not unless she respects your authority. She's a bit fearless in that sense. And maybe a bit impulsive and a tad reckless since that usually means that it seems like she's got more bark than bite. Which, is kind of true since she's never been that much of a fighter. Never had to learn because her sister has always come to her rescue.
But that's the thing. Michaela doesn't need someone to come to her rescue, was raised to be far too independent for all of that. No, this girl is the one to face something that intimidates her with only the slightest hint of fear in her eyes, but one hell of a back bone keeping her firmly resolute. However, as much as she dislikes it, she's not all fearless energy and tough sass. Michaela is good at getting people to let her in and being someone they can count on simply because that was what she needed, for herself, to be for her sister because Ronnie did so much for her growing up. She's also the one who does not let many do the same for her. She is the type to come to defense of anyone she sees as unable to do for themselves or at least who are being slighted, especially those she cares about. Hell, she's possessive and hates how much her hackles rise at the thought someone she deems as hers being taken from her. Because that means she needs someone and Michaela would never admit it. Much like she would never admit that she is far more emotional than she would want anyone to see and would rather be seen as tough because anything less than that is the little girl whose mama slapped her around out of spite and in Michaela's eyes, that little girl needed her big sister. That girl was weak. And she never wants to be her again.
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✦Singing ✧Jogging, particularly through the forest where she can explore places she's never seen before ✦ Her braids ✧R&B music ✦Sinema ✧Criminal Minds, Supernatural, The Flash, Arrow, & HTGAWM ✦Getting into a little trouble ✧Soulfood Tuesdays ✦Mixing drinks that fool people into thinking they're tame ✧Playing the piano ✦Drawing ✧Bowling ✦Hot tubs ✧English and History classes ✦Nature ✧Sports games ✦Black Panther, Storm, Rogue, Deadpool, Spiderman, The Flash, & Green Arrow ✧Learning ✦Motorcycles ✧Cooking and baking ✦Listening to music ✧Brownies ✦Seafood gumbo ✧Mythology ✦Going to the movies ✧Beignets ✦The French Quarter ✧Shopping ✦Hair beads and other hair accessories ✧Chimichangas ✦Chicken and bacon pizza ✧Rings and bracelets ✦Feeling the thrum of the music through her veins ✧Frank Ocean, Lana del Ray, ZZ Ward, Emelie Sande, Zara Larrson, Sasha Keable, & The Weeknd ✦Mardi Gras ✧Road trips ✦Queso ✧Themed parties ✦Making out {She has a special love for kissing, a bit more than sex} ✧People who can make her laugh ✦Stephen Amell's abs ✧Fruity cocktails ✦Seafood ✧College people
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✦Coffee unless it has enough milk and sugar in it to send her into a sugar coma ✧Sodas ✦School and being forced to go to it ✧Contact highs since if she wanted to be high, she would just smoke or something ✦Twizzlers ✧Being forced to do something ✦Not knowing something, specifically if it has to do with herself or those she cares about ✧Overly rambunctious or flirty guys at the club/bar ✦When people tell themselves they can make Cajun cooking ✧Her dreams/ nightmares ✦Clowns ✧When teachers get upset that she's not paying attention even if she's already completed an assignment ✦People who look down on others ✧Bullies ✦Anyone who thinks they can control her ✧Guys who think they're tough shit ✦Not having lotion ✧The voices ✦Sheet music {She's more of an ear musician} ✧Bigotry of any kind ✦Feeling weak or out of sorts ✧Being considered a burden to her sister ✦Beyonce's BeyHive ✧Being in the forest alone at night ✦The fact that no one else hears the voices that she does ✧Kale ✦Party poopers
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For most of her life, the central figure in Michaela's life had been her big sister, Ronnie. Veronica Donovan had served as her number one emotional support, mother, father, guardian, avid protector and so much more simply because neither of their parents ever could be those things. Perhaps it wasn't fair, considering that no ten year old child should have to take on such a responsibility. However, if there is one thing that Ronnie tries her damnest not to do, it is to make her sister feel like she's a burden. Which, to be quite honest, Mika feels regardless. Michaela Ledé Donovan was born in New Orleans, Louisiana in the gutter of the illustrious city - in the Bayou. Back where the gumbo was richer, the accents thicker, and the stories even more captivating. Needless to say, despite other's opinions (and the opinions do very much vary, Michaela's upbringing was not particularly as heartbreaking as her sister wants to paint it. That's also Michaela being a bit detached herself, considering the fact that, as she would tell you, "no chick flick moments." She wasn't raised by overly involved and loving parents; rather by her sister and, in part, by her community. It wasn't like Remy could do much for his child considering the fact that when Michaela was really small, he was enlisted in the army and deployed in Iraq for three tours, particularly after the September 11 attacks. And Josephine, no matter how much she claimed that she had always been there and that both kids were just ungrateful little brats, wasn't much better. At least with Remy, there was a reason for his absence during Michaela's toddler years and then his permanent absence later in life. For Josephine, she just couldn't be there at all. No particular reason other than simply not knowing how to be a mother when she had not had one on her own. So, with Michaela still being a baby, Ronnie had stepped up. It honestly should have been to the surprise of no one that Michaela's first word was her sister's name.
And it wasn't and as far as Michaela was concerned, things were fine. So what if her mother came home at all times of the night and her father was never present? Ronnie would help her after school, Ronnie taught her what she was supposed to know how to do in terms of cooking, Mrs. Livingston next door worked at the bakery and gave them the best breads and treats for free, and it was Ronnie who would sing or read to her at night when it was time for bed. Not to mention the awesome stories her neighbors and fellow residents of the Bayou had to offer; stories about the things that went bump in the night, the creepy crawlies and the creatures that lived under her bed or in her closet. Granted, at a young age, Michaela had a bit of that boastful fearlessness and would happily declare that she was not afraid of no monsters...but not without also leaving her night light on...you know, just in case. It didn't matter that she was aware that her mother was not supposed to be kissing this other man when her father was the only one she was supposed to be kissing. She was learning how to bake and actually loved it, and she loved the old songs that would be playing in her neighborhood the elderly choir ladies would belt out just because they could. It did matter when Remy returned because, like so many soldiers who experienced the horrors of the Afghanistan trenches and the insurmountable guilt of existing long after others did not, he returned with PTSD and an alcoholism that led to far too many fights between the spouses. In fact, Michaela would tell you - if she actually chose to tell you - of the many nights spend wrapped in Ronnie's arms because she could hear the way her father's back would be slammed against the wall because Josephine hated being accused of doing the very same things she was actually doing, and how this one coffee table remained only by the grace of God because Remy was tired of being blamed for his absence when Josephine knew what she was doing getting involved with an army man. There aren't enough times spent in Mrs. Livingston's kitchen at her home or in the bakery that can take away the one time - and only time - Michaela offered to clean the blood away on Josephine's cut lip only to be backhanded with the force a mother should never bestow upon her child.
Needless to say, it wasn't a particularly great childhood. It was only worse after Remy committed suicide in their very own home. Michaela doesn't really remember it and Ronnie told her consistently that it was a good thing. But they were climbing trees because Michaela decidedly had been Lara Croft for the day, and she had paused in the middle of her journey, as if overcome by...something. One of the elderly women, a great old woman with white hair, said something about the spirits. Ronnie simply said Michaela had a sixth sense or something of that nature. Either way, Michaela had screamed her banshee scream the first time in her entire life. She had fallen from a bad height and broken her left arm. Her father had eaten one of his own bullets. And Josephine needed someone to blame. After all, it couldn't be herself. She could take no part in the fact that now she had to work two jobs, despite the benefits the army gave (which, honestly, went more to her own developing alcoholism and philandering ways). No, instead, she blamed Michaela who looked far too much like Remy with her lighter complexion and his big hazel eyes. For all the times Josephine hit her for no reason, to this day, Michaela feels insurmountably lucky that her mother had never raised a knife or anything that extreme to her. She heard the stories of the kids down the street; it was not pretty. Besides, the hitting didn't occur as often. More like when Josephine was drunk or high off her rocker, and most of the time, Ronnie would fight her back, send Michaela off to Mrs. Livingston before coming over herself with a bruise or two she would let a worried Michaela tend to simply to shut her up. This went on for a good year before Josephine overdosed. It didn't matter that the neighbors all rounded together for the two kids and had dinners and such up until a few weeks after their mother's funeral. It didn't even matter that Michaela and Ronnie had family out in Baton Rouge and that they wouldn't be alone. The only one she could really depend on, in Michaela's mind, was Ronnie. The only family she ever had was Ronnie.
As Michaela would go on to tell you herself, nothing particularly exciting happened again in her life. Those banshee abilities - abilities she still doesn't really recognize as abilities and chooses to ignore until they become incessant naggings in her head - seemed to be muted. Michaela was a bit muted. After all, Ronnie had been accepted into a good number of schools in New England and on the west coast, and yet was choosing to stay nearby just because Michaela wanted her around. She took on an extra job because while their aunt Vivian, their mother's sister, was nice and loving and cared for them, she wanted to make sure Michaela had a stable allowance. Was able to sing because she would be damned if her sister ever stopped just because of a bad childhood, could take piano lessons, could even compete in a beauty pageant or two - she wanted to give Michaela the childhood she never got the chance to have. And despite it all, Michaela felt guilty. Hated herself for existing, really, because Ronnie was sacrificing for her. Her hero was sacrificing and she hated it. It was not until Vivian suggested moving to Arizona for her new, higher-paying landscaping job that Ronnie finally set Michaela down and explained the one thing that Michaela lives by. As far as Ronnie was concerned, she didn't give up certain aspects of her life for her sister not to live and the best way Michaela could honor her sacrifices was by living her life. And well, if you asked Ronnie now, she might just regret saying that. Just a little.
Because Michaela, believe it or not, still was that same mischievous child who learned to swipe their aunt's credit card and purchase snacks, and then put it back long for her aunt ever knew her account had made a purchase for the day. The same kid who could drive her sister insane with how vibrant she could actually be. It wasn't difficult, once Michaela let down a bit of her guard, for her to make friends. Before Ronnie knew it, Michaela was weaving her way through several different groups of friends with varying interests and beliefs, all without being too conflicting. She was spunky and could meet her sister at every challenge. At some point, they even stopped just being sisters but equals. Michaela adamantly fought to have jobs, and Ronnie's still pissed about her baby sister knowing how to make alcoholic drinks, and cooks and cleans when needed. Ronnie worked to get through the police academy, and when a position for a Beacon Hills deputy opened up, Ronnie had the recommendations to land her the job. It was a bit hard, considering the fact that Michaela had pretty much acclimated to the Scottsdale community, but as they both had learned, she was a lot more adaptable than her earlier guilt and withdrawal would have you think. And so, despite the separation from friends and fun, Michaela was ready for Beacon Hills and has become very much acclimated to the small town's community in the last year and a half.
She just wasn't expecting the voices and the sudden, suppressed urges to scream...
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