DYSON, miles jeffery

[Miles Jeffery Dyson]

M I L E S JEFFERY D Y S O N !



an empty room, i'm empty too and everything ,

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r e m i n d s m e o f y o u. s o m a n y t h i n g s i s h o u l d n 't h a v e m i s s e d. t h e m o r e t h a t i p u s h,
and the more you resist. it's easy to say it's for the best when you want more while you leave me with less.[/color][/font]

Full Name:

[/color] Miles Jeffery Dyson
Nicknames: None
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 1
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Male
Problem: Suicidal
Grade: Sophomore
Clique(s): Music Geek, Artist
Classes:

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i know you're fine, but what do i do ?[/i][/color][/size][/font]
i k n o w y o u 'r e f i n e, b u t w h a t d o i d o? i 'm a w a k e, a n d t r y i n g, w h i l e y o u 'r e s l e e p i n g
like a babe beside him. i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.[/color][/font]

Height:

[/color] 6' 2¾"
Weight: 114 lb. and 10 oz.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Notable Features: Lower lip pierced
Play-By: Tom Kaulitz
General Description: Miles is your average kid-on the street and his look defines that. He wears loose and baggy clothes and caps. He dresses to be comfortable. He wears a lot of different kinds of hats, mostly those that he took from stores. He has dreadlock brown hair and has his lower left lip pierced.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


and i know you see me, and you're making it ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
l o o k s o e a s y. w h a t c o m e s a n d g o e s, i 'd g o w i t h o u t. i k n o w y o u 'r e f i n e b u t w h a t a b o u t
fallout , fallout , fallout, through the fallout. fallout, fallout, through the fallout. well now there's him,[/color][/font]

Likes:

[/color] hip-hop style clothes, girls with curves, fem boys, music, graffiti, parties, hats, the tv show scrubs
Dislikes: trashy people, asshole drivers who get in his way, school, rich bitch snobs, bullies, gangs
Strengths: music, art, sex
Weaknesses: hot girls, cute boys, his looks
Fears: getting killed in the streets, being put in prison
Disorders: Borderline Personality Disorder
General Description: Miles is a quiet kid who tends to keep to himself. While he is friendly to those who approach him, he's had to many hardships and failed friendships to really want to branch out. He's the type to get attached quickly though, his desire for wanting companionship just a little overbearing for most people to handle. He's loyal to those who don't give him a reason to mistrust them, and he loves harder than most would think of a boy from the ghetto.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


and now there's me. the secrets you give ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
a n d t h e s e c r e t s y o u k e e p. a n d n e v e r t h e l e s s, i t 's n e v e r y o u l e t. t h e m o r e t h a t i g i v e
and the less that i get. don't tell me to fight, to fight for you. after this long, i shouldn't have to[/color][/font]

Mother:

[/color] Sarah Dyson
Father: Miles Connor
Siblings: Janie & James Dyson (twins - younger siblings), Martine Michaels (older sister)
Pets: None
Other: None
History: On a cold and gray Chicago morn, a poor little baby child was born. And his momma cried. Because if there's one thing that she didn't need, it was another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto. Yeah, yeah, so is the story of Miles's birth. He was born in Chicago in an abandoned warehouse where his mother lived. Of course, there were plenty of other homeless people that lived there too. Well, those that didn't leave at the shrieks of a woman in labor. He grew up on the streets, playing with all the other kids of homeless people who lived in the same building with him and his mother and sister. Whenever his mother got pregnant again, he had to learn even more how to take care of himself, so he started sneaking out at night with some of the older kids.

They taught him how to steal what he needed... or wanted... and they taught him how to fight. The hard way: by beating up on him. Then the twins were born, and his mother couldn't provide for all four of her children. His sister who was only 9 at the time, him being 7, started going out and trying to beg money from people on the streets. It's what got her picked up by the cops. And they shoved her into foster care. Miles never saw Martie again after that, and it fell to him to provide for the family. It was when he was trying to steal a really awesome pocket knife when he got caught. He just wanted to have some protection from the older kids beating up on him. He was 8. So like his sister, he was shoved into foster care, but that didn't stop him from trying to run away and find his way back to his mother and his younger siblings who were counting on him.

Three times he ran away... and three times he was dragged back and placed with a new family. By this time, they had him clear across the state from Chicago where his family was that needed him. When he was 13, he managed to get away from his foster parents again and began the long trek back to Chicago from that little hick town somewhere in southern Illinois. It took him nearly a full year, hiding from the law, not daring to show his face in many public places lest someone turn him in for being a runaway. He got back alright... but he came back to the warehouse where he'd grown up to find that it had been torn down. The people he had lived with who were still in the area claimed that his mother had gotten herself a new boyfriend and a job... they hadn't seen her in years. And the twins? They'd died of starvation a year after Miles had been shipped off to foster homes.

So the search for his mother was on, he followed clues given to him by other people who knew her and had known him when he was younger. With nothing but a school bag on his back shoved full of the clothes provided to him by his last foster family and a wad of money he'd stolen from their little safe in his father father's study, he wet about looking for his mom. When he finally found her... she was working as a waitress at a restaurant, a tight-fitting uniform and a smile on her face that Miles had rarely ever seen. She had been so happy to see him. He'd sat in that restaurant all day long, finally feeling like maybe he could get back to his life. When he went home with his mother that night, she was so happy to introduce him to her new boyfriend.

Except her boyfriend hadn't exactly been very happy to see him. A reminder of Sarah's past, he just had to go. But not without taking anything he could use from the boy. And Sarah just stood there and watched as her new boyfriend defiled the only child she had left. So he was thrown from the new apartment... the bag which carried his clothes a little lighter for the $400 that had been pilfered by the asshole. The clothes he wore were ripped and torn, and his lip where he'd gotten his lip pierced bloody and just as sore as some other parts of him as he walked down the street. What else did he have to live for? It was as he passed a shop which sold knives when he got the itch. He went inside, and with ease that he'd almost forgotten, he left the shop without purchasing anything, yet his pocket just a little heavier.

If only he hadn't been spotted by that damn security camera. The police caught up with him a few blocks away... looking at the knife as it shone against his skin, debating on how much it would hurt to just end his life there and now. Who would care? No one. The cops didn't see it that way though... and so he was taken in and charged with theft... and sentenced to attend St. Helena's high school until they deemed him rehabilitated or until he graduated.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


i know you're fine, but what do i do? i know ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
y o u 'r e f i n e, b u t w h a t d o i d o? i 'm a w a k e a n d t r y i n g w h i l e y o u 'r e s l e e p i n g l i k e a
babe beside him.i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.[/color][/font]

Alias:

[/color] The Lone Dinosaur
Age: Old enough to know not to tell
Time Zone: US
Other Characters: lol
Code Words: Eaten by an admin[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


this template was made by alice. it uses the lyrics
for "fallout" by marianas trench. do not steal,
alter, edit, or use without her permission or she will
send the evil monkey in her closet after you. you have
been warned.[/i][/center]

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