<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/mtr/mtr0810/mtr081000012/3687759-portrait-of-a-beautiful-young-woman-brunette.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mia Havran</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br/><strong>Detailed Appearance:</strong> Just shy of 5'9", Mia is normally seen in a pair of flattering jeans and a form fitting shirt that accentuates her body's natural hourglass figure. Her chocolate brown eyes tend to dance with amusement and a not so hidden passion while her soft café au lait skin is all the more pronounced by the tumble of light brown curls to the middle of her back.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Despite having a bit of a vain, party-girl appearance, the friendly college student would much rather spend her nights at home with a book in hand then out at the local bar. Half-way towards her MA in Art History, she scraps together what she can as a waitress in a local hole in the wall diner up the road to pay for both the classes she attends and the roof over head. Yet Mia is far from the old 'all work no play' type. The openly bisexual young woman has no problem sidling up close to the next person that catches her eye.<br/><strong>Greatest Fear:</strong> Elevators and other confined spaces. At five years old she was trapped in the elevator of her family's apartment building for several hours by herself, since then she has suffered severe claustrophobia and will make it a habit of taking the stairs rather than ride the elevator.<br/><strong>How Long She's Lived There:</strong> Two months<br/><strong>Reason For Moving In:</strong> It's far cheaper than most places closer to the campus while still remaining within easy bicycling distance.</div></div><strong>Location:</strong>House Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"I suppose so, although I'm not so sure about the whole coupons-for-food-I-can't-eat part," she says, flipping through the small booklet of coupons offered by the local grocery store. "'Half off organic mayonnaise' yuck... On second thought you're right, James, coupons for food I can't or won't eat." She shakes her head and sighs, leaning back against the row of mailboxes with her mail tucked beneath her arm just as a pretty blonde steps in with a shy greeting.<br/><br/>Mia smiles warmly, curiosity alight within her as she shakes the other woman's hand. "Welcome to the Crest! I heard we were supposed to be seeing someone new around here and I was wondering when you'd show up. I've got to say it's nice to see another woman around, there's only so much testosterone one building should have."