<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/tpEsEij.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mica Hyde (born Meredith Heller)<br/><strong>Played By:</strong>Ixy<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>She has the preserved, stone-like skin of someone who adheres to a vigorous "maintenance" regimen, maintaining the illusion that she is even younger than she appears.  Her hair is naturally red-- but not<i>quite</i>red enough to be unforgettable.  She's petite, small-busted, and fragile-seeming, strikingly young for her age.<br/><strong>Little Somethin'-Somethin':</strong>Her jobs as a waitress and caterer have sustained her in Hollywood for too long, and with each year she loses a smidge more hope.  She's never headlined a film, never earned a role beyond the speaking role in a commercial, never caught a real "break", despite playing the game right, steering away from porn, dodging the offers of cocaine, avoiding the casting couch.  But she never expected a tip like this... still in her cummerbund and bowtie, she was clearing the hors d'oeuvres plates from the main hallway at a Mulholland Drive estate at three am.  She'd been solicited for 'extra work' no fewer than five times, including once by the host's wife... a practice that, from experience, meant more trouble than it was worth to accept.  She was so exhausted she could barely stand, as the party had lingered on like influenza, and-- like her compatriots-- she was giving up, simply slipping a headshot and resume into a small stack that had accumulated on the pedestal table by the front door, when she spied a rocks glass on the newel post that, somehow, she'd missed.  She almost left it, but out of her sense of obligation... the country girl in her, not wanting to leave a mess... she went back for it, and lifting the cocktail napkin to wipe blood-red lipstick crust from the rim, a slip of paper fell out. She picked it up, noticed its weight... some card, perhaps, or perhaps a folded memo?  Curiosity overtook her shyness and, cautiously, she unfolded the envelope and, there, embossed in gold and black India ink, the words stared back.<br/>Stealing it would be wrong... she should seek the owner... but this ticket meant something, and the touch of its glossy sheen was electrifying, whispering to the would-be starlet that this was<i>her</i>chance, one last opportunity... and it wasn't like she'd have to get dirty, or used, to take it...<br/><strong>Behind the Looking Glass:</strong>Mica is terrified of being a powerless, classless, white-trash girl.  She grew up in a coal-mining town and is horrified of the reality of her ancestry's poverty, servitude, and slovenliness.  She fears being judged for her superficial qualities as well-- though surgery is always an option to improve her assets, she fears going under the knife, and as such turns down roles that require nudity or overt sexuality.<br/><strong>Pain and Gain:</strong>Money is incentive enough for a girl who works 12-18 hour days, but the thought of being in such an unorthodox 'role' scares the life out of her.  It is not a hotel, and there will be strangers sleeping nearby, sharing the bathroom, sitting at her table-- but the lull of Hollywood mystique, its old grandeur? It all harkens back to the films that gave her escape from her run-down town, the glittering starlets dancing with Fred Estaire or tossing their golden curls on the silver screen.  It would be magical to stay in a home, to share that space... just for once to<i>be</i>one of those stars, and after four years waiting for her big break, success could earn her the<i>right</i>kind of exposure, the<i>right</i>kind of contacts... she could be remembered as a gutsy young woman who carried herself like a lady of the silver screen, who earned her place with classical charisma and modern spunk.<br/><strong>What Lies Beneath:</strong>She wants to be adored, admired-- physically and personally.  She wants people to see her as she is and see beauty there, so the "haves" look at her with envy and the "have nots" see her as inspiration.  She wants love and admiration from a tall man who feels like a statue of the founding father.  However... somewhere beneath that, hiding in her heart, she wants to be wanted, wanted badly.  She wants to be lavished over and made an object of beauty, profound and irresistible, so that she can finally let go her fetters and be bathed in pleasures.  This is selfishness, so she buries this want deep in her heart.<br/>