Mia Angela Carina
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Mia Angela Carina is a lost soul, looking to make sense of her e-life, looking to find peace in an e-world that seeks anything but peace, looking for a soulmate or two, and if possible, looking to become somebody worth remembering.
Biography
Back Story
Mia was found wandering the streets of Vancouver, British Columbia, on Day 1,594 (April Fool's Day 2012) of the New World. Much of her life to this point remains in the realm of rumor and innuendo, even she cannot tell you with certainty many of the aspects of her birth, youth, adolescence, and young adulthood. Biographers and investigators have pieced together a sketch of her, which may or may not be entirely accurate, and it is certainly a matter for debate.
Mia was born in a mountain village in Bolivia, the love child of Arjay Phoenician and Theresa Hernandez. Arjay had recently come to Bolivia from the United States to build his journalistic and political career, while Theresa was a peasant girl of Hispanic descent. During Arjay's tumultuous stay in South America, he befriended Theresa, and before his departure in August 2009, the couple made love. He never saw the birth of his daughter, and while he went on to a modest level of international fame as a politician and propagandist and had noteworthy relationships with rainy sunday and Leiwahara (who he married), he never spoke of Theresa and never knew of his daughter. She never met her half-brother, Charlie Phoenician, who is also deceased.
She left her village as a teenager, looking for answers, leaving her mother behind, moving first to La Paz, then to Lima (Peru}, Caracas {Colombia}, Mexico City {Mexico}, San Francisco {USA}, and finally arriving in Vancouver, as if in a daze, penniless and fatigued. Upon interview, she recollected nearly nothing of her travels. Those who have pasted her story together say she worked odd jobs, lived in squalor, never completely giving in to the worst of underworld society, maintaining her dignity, but most assuredly gaining a street-wise sense of worth; again, no one will ever really know, her story could be much more seedy.
