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Post by ;; lisi merano on Mar 11, 2007 23:27:43 GMT -5
NAME: Alissa "Lisi" Jean Merano.
AGE: Twenty.
GENDER: Female.
DESCRIPTION: Lisi is tall for a girl, but not in the lanky, long legs ugly kind of way. She has it all going for her, slim waist, long legs, nice muscles, all over her body. She's skinny, but not in the anoresic kind of way, she was at one time, but she's learned to love her body the way it is, and to use what she has for the best. She watches what she eats, but loves to chow down from time to time, and so she has a little fat on her stomach, but its a good fat, just a reminder that she needs it to be healthy, and besides, it looks good on her too, not like some girls who constantly starve themselves just because they look bad with an ounce of meat on them. Thats no lisi, and it never will be again, she's ashamed that she was ever like that. Overall, she has a gorgeous frame, one that earns her looks all day long.
Brown eyes don't seem very bright to some people, but the light in her eyes seems to make them sparkle, and the copper flecks in them help that too. She doesn't like her nose all too much, as she thinks that the crooked center is obvious, but really, if it weren't there, she'd look a little strange. It takes away from the look of perfection, but who wants to be perfect anyway? Her long brown hair is always in a new style, to keep it out of her face when she works, or to leave it down when she parties. You can see it curly, or straight, or anywhere in between, she loves her hair and uses it to look good at all times. Its like her lions mane, if she were a lion that is. The one thing that never changes about her, is the silver choker that she wears, and nobody understands why, because she never talks about it.
She hates her scars, with a violent passion. Accepting them is as far as she goes, liking them is a no. She has a six inch scar running along the side of her neck, and a smaller three inch scar along one of her right ribs. She never talks about where the scars came from, but her family know why they're there. She changes the subject when anyone asks, so its pointless to even try to coax it out of her.
She dresses in whatever way she feels like, whether its baggy sweats and a tshirt, or a mini skirt and tube top. Either way, she'll wear it, it all depends on how she's feeling that day. But for the most part, she loves polo shirts and men's collared shirts. She's always loved the way the collars turns up, and how when you roll up the sleeves and button the middle buttons, it looks really sexy, or so she's been told. Jeans are a must in her wardrobe, and she probably has more than anyone you'll ever know. She's got almost every style there is, and there's not one pair that she dislikes more than another. Most times, you'll see her walking around in her jeans, a new pair what seems to be every day, but really, she's not that spoilt.
PERSONALITY: Lisi is definately not your run of the mill seventeen year old. Its like nothing can make her sad, pretty much nothing. Laughter is key in her personality and she tends to look on the bright side of life. She loves to have fun, whether its riding her horse, or partying with a cute boy, she'll do it. She's not a very *friendly* person, she hates people like that, but sometimes alchohol doesn't mix with her and she'll end up in bed with someone she doesn't remember. She is definitely spontaneous and will do anything at the drop of a hat, although she has her boundaries. She isn't vain, and she doesn't flaunt her beauty. She's kind, like the older sister you never had, if your older sister were your friend. She's protective of her friends, and watch out, she'll take you on if you mess with anyone important to her.
HISTORY: If you only looked at her parents jobs, you might think that lisi was a spoilt brat who never saw her parents, but thats not it. She was born into a happy home to two parents who had all intentions of raising her right, along with her older brother adam. Even though her parents were always busy, when they were at home, they spent all their time with their kids, learning what they liked and what they didn't and giving them a chance. It was only a couple of months before everyone saw that lisi had a talent with horses. Even the most skittish horses were calm around the 8 month old girl, and that was what started her riding. She grew up fast, learning quickly and tackling every challenge that was thrown at her, her flat work all the way to just tacking up. Her brother was her best inspiration, as he was the one at all her shows, jumping up and down yelling, 'THATS MY SISTER!' They were tighter than peanut butter and jelly. Atleast they were until she was about fourteen and he was fifteen.
They were on a trip to an out of town show, so they wanted to explore the town. Her parents agreed and lisi and adam went off, not knowing what would happen. The truth was, adam was going to be murdered in a side alley as he tried to protect his baby sister from being raped, a knife pressed against her neck so she wouldn't fight back. After that, she wasn't the same, knowing her brother was dead. She threw herself into her riding, making advances that no one ever saw coming, extraordinary at cross country. Her parents could see her sadness, but she was good at hiding it, knowing that nothing else was bad compared to her past. So they sent her to Faith Academy, where she knew she could start again, atleast she hoped, even thought it lacked the horses she wanted to be with. She managed to graduate succesfully, but after so much time without horses, she couldn't go back. Modeling became her passion, and thats why she's out here, its the place to be.
PICTURE: aquioo.
MODEL: Kristen Bell.
SAMPLE POST: ;; Her mind had a tendency to wander all over, not to anything important, just .. around. Sometimes it was to old memories, sometimes to people, sometimes to absolutely nothing. One time, she'd been sitting in geometry and started thinking about fish and how they lived, seeing the world around them, but being constricted to their tiny little tank. Her dad once told her that if you let a fish grow, left it for a while and then got it a bigger tank, the fish would grow to fit in the tank. She'd thought that it was the coolest thing in the world, and had made plans for her brother and her to test it. They never did get around to that test. She'd gotten more busy with riding, and girls had started paying more attention to him. That was the only part of their life that they ever had a split between the two of them. When girls were all over him and she wanted to be his favourite person. He always reassured her that she was but ...
;; There she was again, rambling on about nothing in her head. She was just going over memories that would make her cry if she thought about them too much. As much as she knew it would be okay to cry out here, considering she was the only one around, she really didn't feel like crying at that point. She'd always seen crying as a sign of weakness, which had been why she'd fought off tears during the .. incident in her past. Well, that was how her parents and psychiatrist refered to it. She preferred people to be blunt and just say 'rape,' but apparently it was bad for her psychological stability. Six months was the entire time that she'd been stuck with that shrink who helped her none, and he was convinced something was wrong with her. He'd told her she was showing signs of being bipolar, as well as a split personality, but what did he know. She wasn't two people, she had two sides, that was all.
;; One side was a cheeful, upbeat, giggly, teasing girl who had nothing in the world to worry about. The other side was a broken, scared, saddened girl with scars all over her, both mentally and physically. She was just good at being able to fake the cheerful side of her, and pretend that she was that way all the time. She covered her scars by trying to keep an optimistic look on life, but there were moments where she gave up. When she was alone, here in the water, she didn't feel the need to keep up her fake cover. She was alone, no one could see her and there was nothing to be afraid of. There were no sharks and no electric eels, no jellyfish or piranhas, just water. It was quiet, with nothing to break the silence. It was a perfect place to just reflect on the way things were going for you.
;; Her thoughts were shattered as she heard the footsteps of someone else. Blue eyes shot to the clock, raising one eyebrow as she realised that it was only 6:45. Half of the student body wouldn't even be awake until about ten. So why was anyone here this early? Well .. she could ask herself the same question, but would her answer be the same as that of whoever was approaching the pool now. Sky blue eyes drifted back to the water, looking down at the ripples it caused, finally putting hands back into the water, starting to swim slowly again. Every so often between strokes, she looked up, catching glimpses of a brunette male, tall, looked to be a senior, good looking, probably a Ragazzo. She tried to make herself disappear, hoping that for once, someone would be a gentleman and not check her out in a bathing suit. She sighed in relief as she wasn't able to feel any gaze on her. It sounded silly, but she'd always thought you really could feel a gaze.
;; She heard the splash as water as, she assumed, the boy jumped in. They were both in the deep end, well .. in the middle more like. Her arms and legs moved through the water, counting strokes in her mind until something came to the surface where she was about to take her next stroke. She gasped in surprise, facial features registering her look of shock and surprise. Blue eyes looked into the face of whoever had come up around her. She noticed a smile playing across his pink lips as he apologised. She nodded in agreement, trying to calm herself down and slow her heart rate before she even attempted to speak. With some other degree of surprise, left hand moved to cover her rib, knowing that the scar was easily visible. What she failed to think about was, that by trying to cover up the thick white scar, she was simply drawing more attention to it. Who wouldn't notice if you were standing there quietly and then suddenly covered your arm. It was human nature.
;; Gaze met his as she finally managed to speak, her voice soft, tone level. "Oh no, its really alright. I was just a little lost in my thoughts. I should have been looking out. I just didn't figure that anyone else would be here at six forty five on a saturday morning. That was kinda why I came, trying to keep away from the crowds .." Her words trailed off as she realised, with some degree of embarassment, that she was rambling like a lunatic and whoever is was she was addressing, probably thought she had some degree of brain damage. Well, according to some people, her past signified a certain amount of damage to her brain, somewhat of her memory section, as a measure to try and block out painful memories. It had worked ... sort of. She could no longer vividly remember the way the moment had gone, and she could barely remember seeing her brother beaten. She just remembered trying to fight back and trying to bite her rapists. Then she remembered watching them punch and kick her brother until he stopped moving.
;; She shook her head quickly, looking down into the water, blushing slightly, still treading water. "Sorry .. I was sorta thinking about stuff. Um .. I guess I'll get out of your way .. or something .." She said, pushing her hands into the water and swimming away, trying to fall back into the rhythm she had earlier. But she couldn't, it had been disturbed, and now her mind was going to be all over the place again. That was why she'd wanted to come here alone, because she could focus ... that and that no one would be able to see her scars, not if they weren't there. It wasn't as if she wasn't interested to talk to whoever this boy was. If anyone got up at six thirty and came to swim, that automatically made them pretty interesting in her books. She swam through the water gracefully, finally reaching the shallow end of the pool, walking up the stairs to exit the water. She couldn't focus now, but she didn't want to leave. This place had become her comfort zone, it was calm and peaceful, and she felt safe here. Safe .. what a word she hadn't heard in a while. She had no safe house here, except for this place, but anyone could get in.
;; She walked up the stairs, her legs stretching as she walked, her hair dripping wet, falling down her back. All in all, she was still gorgeous, even soaking wet and cold. She slipped her feet into her flip flops, jogging over to her bag, rummaging around for a towel, grabbing it and wrapping it around her body, glad for the warmth. She looked at the water, watching the boy swimming. She wasn't going to disagree that he was good looking, but what was the point in admitting it? She bit her lip gently, not wanting to break the skin. She finally walked to the side of the pool, laying her towel flat, laying on her stomach, enjoying the smells, sounds and sights of the pool. Lips parted to speak as the boy came into the shallow end. "I'm lisi by the way .. not that it matters too much." She offered a soft smile, wondering if he'd noticed her scar. |
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