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Carter Alannah Myles

Hullo, the name is Carter, but I guess you could call me Myles, Mylie, Cam, Cammie, Car, or just plain old Carter. I'm twenty four years old and currently making my way through life as a tourist.

Everyone who knows me will be able to say that I'm stubborn, hyperactive, easily distracted, a typical Irish lass with the volatile temper, frustratingly absentminded, and two steps away from being an alcoholic, but that I'm also pretty loyal, hardworking, vivacious, bubbly, excitable, a lover of learning, creative, and enthusiastic. They'd warn you that I love dancing, clubbing, drinking, sex, being the life of the party, working out, meeting new people, and designing and that I loathe fakes, liars, laziness, homophobes, a refusal to pull one's own weight, neat freaks, the scent of old lady perfume, and hard headed fools who think they can tell others what to do with their lives..

How can you ever really describe your personality? In my opinion there's always things you leave out, major parts of who you are that just seem to slip your mind when someone asks for a description. And then you feel like a total idiot for forgetting this huge part of you. So I'll probably feel pretty stupid be the end of this, but I'll do my best. Here goes...
Like just about everyone, there are many layers that make up who I am. Sometimes you have to peel away at a layer for me to show you what's underneath. I don't trust just anyone with my heart. I'm sort of like an onion - the sweetest parts are hidden in the center. (Or like a parfait. Ev'rybody like parfait...) It's rare for me to share everything with people. I'm very picky when it comes to exposing my inner self. Having been burned in the past (and really, who hasn't), can you really blame me? It's not that I don't make friends, I make them quite easily. (People tend to be drawn to the bubbly-life-of-the-party type. They just seem to like the excitable party girl who's mind jumps from one subject to another, usually funny stories picked up along the way. Some have adoringly called me ADD) But I tend to make my friends run through the paces before I really let them in. You've got to prove your worth before I make you a confidant. It takes a lot of effort to break through my walls, and many people give up long before I'd let them be close.
Probably because most can't handle my temper. It's no surprise that I'm Irish. I have had the famous Irish temper from the time I was little. I wouldn't say I'm necessarily violent. I tend to just yell - a lot - when I'm angry. Though I have been known to break things in my day. While I m a softhearted, compassionate person, I'm also tough. I'm not going to put up with anyone's crap. A contradiction, I know. But doesn't everyone have a few contrasting traits?
Example: I've already mentioned I'm easily distracted, but I'm also a very hard worker. I've built my (one woman) company up all by myself, and I'm proud to be known as one of the top interior designers of London. I accept clients as I chose, and (opposite of some of my competition) I make sure to get the look the client is going for rather than what I think would look best. After all, they're the ones who have to live in the space, aren't they? And my clients appreciate it. I work hard to get exactly what my client wants, and unlike others in my field, I will decorate a room in a motif I personally think is hideous. Because I work with people instead of for them, I have a very happy client base who gladly chat me up to their friends. My business has grown to the point where I work when I want to, not because I have to. If a client knows they will get what they want, they're willing to pay for it. Not that I'm ridiculous with my pricing. I think I'm pretty fair. ... Well, maybe I'm slightly higher than fair.
I'm not by any means a homebody. You'll find me out every night, often hitting up the local night clubs or going to movies with friends. The local pub, Rourke, knows me by name and I've had more than a few requests on karaoke nights. I'm quite sociable and have had more than my "fair share" of dates. Which is certainly helped by the fact that I'm bisexual. Men and women both love me, and I adore them right back. I'm almost never alone. And I'm very used to getting what I want. As an only child with well-to-do parents, I was denied nothing. Yeah, maybe I'm a little selfish, but can you really blame me? I've always gotten my way; and there aren't many even now who can say no to me. I'm mischievous and have many ways of coercing people into doing what I want. It helps that I have impeccable gaydar. I don't waste my time on people who would never be interested in my gender. But everyone else is fair game.
Well, those are my layers. I tend to ramble (in case you couldn't tell) and I'm sure I've missed a lot. But that's me in a nutshell.

Hell. What else is there to say...? I'm an only child and often people tell me I look like Olivia Wilde, but I consider that to be a little farfetched, don't you think...?

I was born and raised in Dublin, what will always be known as the hub of Ireland. My grandfather, my father's father, is an American who fell in love with my Irish grandmother while on vacation. He moved to Ireland in order to pursue her. Hence, the non-Irish last name. My parents, Ronan and Gemma Myles, married at the age of 18, having loved each other from the time they were 12 (such a rarity, even in their day). They tried for years to get pregnant until finally my mother believed she was barren. She was only 25, but after seven years, I can't really blame her for feeling that way. That is, until a traveling evangelist by the name of Tobias Carter came to my parents' church and sought out my mother after his sermon. He told her that God had shown him that she would bear a child by the following year. Wouldn't you know it, 10 months and 3 weeks later I was born. My parents were thrilled.

I'm named after an evangelist.

To my parents' dismay I've never had much belief in God. But I will always be their miracle child. Is there really any wonder I've never been denied my slightest whim? My father works for Microsoft Ireland and he's pretty high up the food chain in Dublin's largest and most well known company, so they really could afford to get me everything I ever wanted. While I am utterly spoiled, my parents also worked hard to instill good morals in me. I may have gotten everything I wanted, but I gave all I had. My childhood friends were quite spoiled by proxy. I tend to think I've turned out well.
At the age of 13 I met the most amazing girl. Niamh and I were two halves of one spirit. She was exactly like me with just enough differences that we didn't want to kill each other. She complimented me perfectly, and we did everything together. Best friends from day one. I don't think there was a single day for the next four years that we didn't see each other. Everything we ever went through, we knew we had the other to lean on. She was my absolute everything. We were still so young when our friendship blossomed. Niamh opened my heart in a way no one before or since has. She taught me to love. And, lucky for me, my parents adored her almost as much as I did. Unlike most people, my teenage years were wonderful. At my parents' suggestion, Niamh became our fourth on every vacation, and joined us for every holiday. It seemed that as my life got better, Niamh's got worse. Her parents were not as accepting as mine, and did everything they could to make her miserable. But I made her too happy. That infuriated them. A week after my 17th birthday, Niamh showed up at our door covered in bruises, lip bleeding. He father had completely lost it, and brutally beaten her. My parents never let her leave. She moved in with us and the next year was the happiest of our lives. But, eventually, everything has to end.
The car had come out of nowhere, heading straight at me. When I saw the murderous face of Niamh's mother, I froze. Total deer-in-headlights. Even my thoughts stopped. Until I felt the slamming force drive me out of the way, sending me hurtling into the pavement. I woke up a month later, my head having hit the asphalt so hard I landed in a coma. Mrs. Callaghan was in jail, having plead guilty. There'd been no trial. Niamh had never woken up. She died on impact, her last act to save my life. I never got to say goodbye. She was long buried by the time I left the hospital. My parents paid for everything, of course. Her father didn't even come to the funeral. It was beautiful, I'm told.
Niamh had always encouraged me to follow my dreams, exclaiming over my sketches. She agonized with me over my application to one of the top Interior Design schools - Pratt Institute in New York. I got my acceptance letter two weeks after coming out of my coma. And I went. I was desperate to get away from all the memories, to escape the pain. Once in New York, I threw myself into the dating scene, hopping from person to person, boy to girl, never getting close to anyone. And that's when I started drinking. It was so much easier to handle life without Niamh when I was buzzing. I avoided drugs. She hated drugs.
Even with everything I was going through, I excelled in school. The same sketches that Niamh would pore over for hours, the ones she would praise me over, proclaiming no one could do better, became the core of every assignment. I always got A's on the home I'd designed for us.
Over the years, I slowly healed. I don't think I'll ever be completely over my Niamh, but I'm surviving. I graduated top of my class with my BA in Interior Design. I knew I could never go back to Dublin, so I moved to London. Close enough to my parents that a quick plane ride reunites us, far enough away that the memories of home don't haunt. New York will always remind me of the hardest years of my life. I couldn't stay there.
I started my business, Cam Isles Designs, and it flourished, just like she always said it would. I own my own flat, impeccably decorated; though it looks nothing like the home I'd planned. Overall, I'm doing well. I still drink like a fish, though I wouldn't say I'm an alcoholic. And I'm still a little broken. I don't think I'll ever let anyone fix me. I don't think I'll ever let anyone in enough to try. I date all the time. Never short on company. Forever short on companionship.

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Carter is played by beck