Vasilisa "Lissa" DragomirAbout your characterCeleb face:
105Distinguishing features: There is nothing really significant about her other than her slender and almost model like body that humans crave.Body Type:
Jade green eyes would stare out at you from medium sized blond lashes. She will blanken her eyelashes when she wants to look her best. Blonde eyebrows that she plucks herself now that she has taken on the responsibilities of being the Dragomir Princess. She has a nice face, her cheeks not too fatty or angled that it makes her appear younger or more sever than she really is. Her nose is straight with a small bump in the bridge that is barely noticable to the eye.
Platinum blonde hair that many humans pay hundreds of dollars to get might be styled or let fall past slim but feminine shoulders. Lissa wishes she had Rose's curves, instead of the small breasts and little waist that she has. Her body has a natural curve at the stomach but it's not that much. She has a good set of legs, not too muscular but they couldn't be described as scrawny. She doesn't run constantly like Rose does. She has her own sense of beauty around her, even when she thinks she would rather be like Rose.On the inside that countsLikes:
That Saint Vladmir seemed like her
Making everyone happy
Spending time with her best friendDislikes:
Not being normal
The ill feeling she has at St. Vladmir
Being left in the dark
Not knowing something she thinks she needs to know
Completely letting goStrengths:
Dealing with people
Connecting with People
Dealing with pressure
Compassion (It can be a weakness to)
Watching people die in front of her
Losing anyone else closer to her, by death or separationGeneral personality:
First thing that would come to mind to describe Lissa would be her kindness and compassion. She definately is different than the normal person. She cares for the animals almost like they are people, and often tries to find at least one good trait in a person. She has gone through some trama though, and that doesn't leave someone unmarred. She is a little jumpy and anxious, and when she's alone in her room she feels the waves of depression hit her like a tidal wave. She also has a lot to catch up on, and not knowing what her specialty is. She hates to hurt someone, emotional, physically(if it was possible), or publicly. She does know how to hold a grudge though, so you get on her bad side you'll have to walk on fire just to stay in her good graces.
"Time after Time, I hear people going on about how hard it must be to lose your family. Sometimes they even say they know how I feel. I wonder if they really do. My entire family died, all at the same time. I didn't lose them gradually, I lost them all. All I have left is Rose, who is like the sister I never had. Sometimes I cling to her for support, but I can see how much that doesn't help her. I've thought about cutting myself...just to see if it helps. Andre deserved to live, he deserved to be the prince of the Dragomir family. I don't know how he did it. Keeping everyone happy, making sure that so many people liked him. I don't even know my specialization. How am I to compete with him? Rose is so strong, I envy that strength so many times. She can do so much, yet still keep her 'Devil may care' attitude. I'm not like that, I try to be strong but when I do all I can see is how weak I am."HistoryParents:
Mr. Dragomir Mrs. Dragomir, both deceasedSiblings:
Andre DragomirWhere were you born:
Near St. VladmirHistory:
"Hello, my name is Vasilissa Dragomir. I was born not too far from Acadamy in a house with my parents and older brother. We weren't the largest family, and as far as I know my family didn't have many disbutes between my parents. There were some normal things, but nothing that I could really remember that well. We were overall happy, despite our many duels or taunts. I wasn't too close with Andre, and I did adore him. He seemed perfect in my eyes, or maybe that's just now that I"m looking back. I can't compare to him..."
"It was a regular day when my family died. There were a few clouds in the sky, it was sunny. We were going on a trip and I had convinced them to bring my best friend Rose with me. I hadn't been paying attention to the traffic, but all the sudden everything changed. I got a whip lash as the car came to a sudden stop and my seat belt prevented my face from slamming into the seat in front of me. I could smell fire, but my ears were left ringing. I pulled on Rose, but she didn't move. I almost dragged her from the wreck, and by the time I was gone she was awake and I was ready to go for the others. I could feel the pain in my body, but it was numb to me. All I was thinking about was my family. Someone wouldn't let me close to the wreck, and I struggled. I'm not that strong compared to a guardian, so I didn't get far. My family died that day, and there is not a day I don't feel the pain from it all. I sometime relieve it in my nightmares..."PlayerPlayer name:
22Where do you live?:
FloridaAny other characters on this site?:
pmHow long have you been R.Ping for?:
yearsWhere did you hear about Vampire Academy?:
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Lissa woke in a cold sweat, her breath coming out in gasps as she blinked into the darkness that she later realised what her room. Her hands clutched the sheets and brought them protectively to her chest. Her limbs were shaking like leaves as she tried to calm her breathing. In a hoarse whisper, she told heself it was all over. "It was over two years ago." She whispered a bit more calmly, but her heart still sped fast enough to cause her to close her eyes as the memory still seemed so fresh in her mind. Wasn't it supposed to get better with time? Who ever told her that had lied.
Tears burned her eyes as she felt her heart start to rip into peices. She wanted to moan, groan, throw some sort of fit. She wanted to do something to get the pain to end. This...emotional pain that tormented her day in and day out. Her hands shook as she placed the sheets besides her and swung her feet off the bed. She stood shakily, holding onto her side table until she was sure she wouldn't fall. She swallowed and looked around her, her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness around her. She didn't know what she would do, but laying in bed wasn't an option.
She began to pace, back and forth. Even at what ever the time, she refused to look at the clock, she knew that the Moroi in her would make it seem like this was some sort of run way act. Instead of walking down a run way, they could just walk back and forth a lot. Yeah...that wouldn't be a hit at all. Having enough of her pacing, she walked over to her vanity and looked in the mirror. She almost laughed. She certainly didn't look like a model. Her hair was in a tangled mess around her head, and there was a sort of poof on the left. Her face was paler than usual, and when her shaky hand rose to touch the mirror she could see just how bad she seemed. She was a wreck...she was only glad no one saw her.
She put her hand down and it landed on her razor. She looked down, surprised. Was it the sleepy fog in her mind that caused this reaction, she didn't really care. She picked it up and lifted it, bring it to eye level as she stared at it. She had just bought this one, and hadn't used it to shave her legs or arms yet. The next time she was going to shower though, she would be bringing it with her into the bathroom. She removed the cover and stared at it. What little light spilled in from her window glinted off the silver razor. She had known about cutting herself, and how it seemed to help many kids... She removed the razor slowly, unsure that she even wanted to do it. When she finally had the razor out of it, she sat down and just stared at it.
She didn't know how long she sat there, sometimes bringing the razor to her skin before jerking it away before she could do any damage. It was so close once, that when she jerks back it actually broke skin. She hissed in pain and set the razor down. It had a drop of blood on it, but oddly she felt some of the emotional pain ease. She stared at the razor, then to her arm. Some blood spilled out and she could see blood fill her gaze. She brought her arm up to her mouth, and licked her own blood. She didn't suck her own blood out, but simply cleand her mess up. It didn't taste weird, it was just normal blood. That wasn't something she had expected. She couldn't do it again though...at least not at the moment. She fixed her razor, made sure her bleeding had stopped, then moved to her bed so she could go back to sleep.Secret Code: