Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MIA AVILA] ! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ADRIA ARJONA] . You must be the [THIRTY-THREE] year old [ART APPRAISER] . Word is you’re [PASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [INFLEXIBLE] and your favorite song is [GODS & MONSTERS BY LANA DEL REY] . I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE] . I’m sure you’ll love it!
[ updated dec.2025 ] .tw: violence, death
Basic Information
Birthday: November 21st, 1992 Hometown: San Juan, Puerto Rico Sexuality: bisexual Family: Amaya Avila (mother †), UTP (stepdad), Martina “Tina” (half sister) (+) expressive, passionate, focused, intense (-) headstrong, inflexible, cold, judgmental
Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, to a single mother named Amaya, Mia was just that; her mother’s daughter. No father, no grandparents, no nothing. The two didn’t have much and her mother was almost illiterate, working two or three odd jobs at a time to make ends meet, but Mia was growing up happy in the poor yet colorful neighborhoods. At school, she was brilliant and there were times when she was the one teaching her mother spelling and English and she had a lot of friends. Some were good kids while others would gradually become Puerto Rican terrors in their own right; Mia meshed well with all of them.
It didn’t matter she was filthy poor, it didn’t matter she had no good things coming her way, Mia always dreamt big. Bigger than the island could hold. And her mother encouraged that. By the time Mia was 17, all her hard work on Amaya had paid off. Yes, her mother may have been the caretaker, but Mia had been the one to shape the woman into a better version of herself. Because of Mia, her mother could now read, write, and communicate in English; she learnt how to dress better, as in the movies they watched, and she had gotten a steady job in what was at the time the fanciest hotel in San Juan. And that hotel changed their lives. Amaya met an American, some well-off guy from a town called Aurora Bay in California, there on vacation. Soon, the man was enamored with both mother and daughter and took them home with him. They'd be a family now.
Mia finished school in Aurora Bay and looking at her, nobody would know the girl once wore shoes with holes in them. She was a different person altogether; poised, stylish, with fine taste in art. She even went to college for it and, the second she graduated, she moved to Los Angeles. Life was good for her; in fact, it was very good. And Mia too was great at the game, playing any hand she was dealt with to perfection. She had a plan to make a name for herself in the art world, built on her reputation and then gradually go bigger. She had it all mapped out, eyes on the prize.
That was till an old friend from Puerto Rico, Juan, started calling. The guy was trouble, but he had once been a friend; they ate literal dirt together and later shared whatever food one of them was given. In a rare sentimental moment, she made a bad choice and took his call. It started fine, having coffee with an old friend who was down on his luck. Then it grew to weird stories and asking her to meet at odd hours, trying to borrow money from her and seeing unfamiliar cars outside her apartment or the gallery. It was getting weird and scary. It was at that point in her life that Owen came along; cheeky, gorgeous and perfect, he gradually became everything she needed. The girl who simply needed to make it so she’d never go back to her humble beginnings suddenly needed the boy, a beach and a golden retriever to run after them too. Juan, who kept trying to get in her business and making house calls at her job, called her an emotional mess. Mia was always the focused and goal oriented one, yet suddenly she was smiling at Owen’s texts like an idiot in love. Even her mother was worried she might be in love with him enough to up and marry him.
It lasted a while; her being happy in love yet a nervous wreck whenever Juan showed up, but Mia never saw it escalading this fast. A night at the gallery, a bunch of guys came along with Juan, large boxes in hand, shoving her to the floor, looking for the storage room. It all happened in a blink; smoke, gunshots, Owen’s voice in her ear as he hugged her from behind. And then she lost him in the mess and all there was left was noise and pain in her lower abdomen. She woke up two days later, with a gunshot wound and pain like she had never known before. Among others, they told her, Juan had killed Owen. Her childhood friend had killed the man she loved. Mia wanted to die right there too. It didn't take long for police and friends to tell her that Juan and his crew were pushing drugs and murdering people, that he had set his sights on using her and the gallery to launder his drug money -and knowing she had played a part in Owen's death was hard to stomach. She mourned him, never stopped actually, but she knew he loved her too and he’d want her to keep going.
Mia did just that; she kept going. Pain bottled up, cold exterior and eyes on what used to be her prize. She never had plenty of emotions to begin with but now she had nearly none. She worked harder than ever, made a name for herself as an Art Appraiser and kept on going. Numb but going. However, in Christmas, her mother died in a car accident and Mia had to return to Aurora Bay to support her stepdad; the man had been the closest she ever had to a father, she owes him. But the longer she stays in town, the more her life seems to unravel as ghosts and demons of the past come calling…
