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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 3:43 pm
_____⋞ Miss Elizabeth Lisa Hayward ⋟_____
ｔｈｅ ｍｕｌｔｉ－ＢＩＬＬＩＯＮＡＲＥ'Ｓ ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ  ☈ ση ραρєя ⋙_______________________ ⇝ａｄｏｐｔｉｖｅ ｎａｍｅ ⇉ 【Elizabeth Jane Hayward】
⇝ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ ⇉ 【Liz】
⇝ａｇｅ ⇉ 【Twenty Years of Age】
⇝ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ⇉ 【Female】
⇝ｃｉｔｉｚｅｎｓｈｉｐ ⇉ 【British】
⇝ｈｅｉｇｈｔ ⇉ 【5'7"】
⇝ｗｅｉｇｈｔ ⇉ 【119 lbs】
☈ ѕcяιввℓє∂ συт ⋙____________________ ⇝ｂｉｒｔｈ ｎａｍｅ ⇉ 【Lisa Chernikova】
⇝ｒａｃｅ ⇉ 【Russian】
⇝ｍｏｔｈｅｒ ⇉ 【Natalia Chernikova】
⇝ｆａｔｈｅｒ ⇉ 【Boreas】
☈ ριcтυяє ρєяƒєcт ⋙__________________ ⇝ｈａｉｒ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ ⇉ 【Brown】
⇝ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ ⇉ 【Blue】
⇝ｂｏｄｙ ｔｙｐｅ ⇉ 【Slender and Athletic】
⇝ｏｔｈｅｒ ａｔｔｒｉｂｕｔｅｓ ⇉ 【I have a tattoo on my lower back, just above my panty line】
☈ тнє вιggєя ριcтυяє ⋙________________ ⇝ｌｅｇａｌ ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ ⇉ 【Carter Hayward】
⇝ｆａｍｉｌｙ ⇉ 【I have no family that I know about, besides my greedy aunts and uncles】
⇝ｍａｒｉｔａｌ ｓｔａｔｕｓ ⇉ 【Engaged to Torent Ardenti emotion_bigheart 】
☈ ∂ιggιηg ∂єєρ ⋙_____________________ ⇝ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ⇉ 【I can manipulate the winds around me, and am possibly of the fiercest of all Anemoi children】
⇝ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ⇉ 【The winds I manipulate are immediately affected by an inbred cold, and can freeze small amounts of water; if concentrated enough, it may cause frost bite】
⇝ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ⇉ 【I can tell which direction I am facing (North, East, West, etc), and when I move to face away from it】
⇝ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ⇉ 【I can hover a few inches off of the ground, and as I grow stronger, I might even fly】
⇝ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ⇉ 【I can also tell the speed of the winds around me】
⇝ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ ⇉ 【Swimming】
⇝ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ ⇉ 【Mountain climbing】
⇝ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ ⇉ 【Snowboarding/skiing [alpine and cross country]】
⇝ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ ⇉ 【Reading】
⇝ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ ⇉ 【Piano】
⇝ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Cooler seasons [winter and fall]】
⇝ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Cats】
⇝ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Horror and adventure films/books】
⇝ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Tim Horton's Timbits】
⇝ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Sweet foods】
⇝ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Violence and gore】
⇝ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Meat】
⇝ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Horses and dogs】
⇝ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Heat】
⇝ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇉ 【Dressing up/make-up】
⇝ｆｅａｒｓ ⇉ 【Dying】
⇝ｆｅａｒｓ ⇉ 【The dark】
⇝ｆｅａｒｓ ⇉ 【Forced marriage/not marrying somebody I don't love】
⇝ｆｅａｒｓ ⇉ 【My adoptive father】
⇝ｆａｔａｌ ｆｌａｗ ⇉ 【I get too attached-- so desperately that I'll do anything to get a loved one back】
☈ נυѕт ℓσσк αт мє ⋙__________________ ❝katifiedOutwardly I would say I'm a relatively independent, intelligent individual. With all the time I spent studying, I would hope so, at least! I don't like relying on others, and very old habits deem that I take care of myself. At the same time, I'm not the most trusting individual, as in, I haven't even told Mr. Ardenti about my earlier childhood, and I hate having to rely on other people. I do everything I can to complete things I set my mind to, and I am a very determined person.
Inwardly isn't the same story. Of course, trauma does things to people, and for me it goes beyond a simple distrust. I regard the world as a dangerous, threatening place. I've learned that if you can't defend yourself, then you don't have a hope. I've also learned that getting your hopes up just leaves you more sore than when the whole issue, whatever it is, started. That is why I expect nothing to come easily-- that way if I am blessed it's that much better, but I also never suffer through disappointment. But I also want to have somebody I can trust. Somebody I can talk to and hold-- which is why Torent is so perfect. I just have to say that I have 100% faith that nothing will ever come between us!
☈ α нιѕтσяу ⋙_______________________ ❝katifiedOf course, I wasn't always this way. It's the things which have happened to me that make me the way I am. As I've told you, I never belonged in the rainy, down-cast country of Britain-- my home is a place of snow and biting winters. I should tell you how I came to be the daughter of Carter Hayward, the 79 year old miserable billionaire who 'worked for every penny he's got'.
My story starts twenty years ago, although I cannot remember that far back. I was born in Russia, left in the hospital, and abandoned to an orphanage, which later bankrupt and abandoned me to the streets. As a five year old child with nothing more than a heavy coat, a small back-pack of food with a water bottle, and nothing more than the name Lisa Chernikova I had to learn quickly. Learn how to steal, how to beg, and how sell. Those were not days I was proud of, but I was a little girl and I was starving. And that was how I met the mysterious foreigner with heavy pockets. I was seven when I first met Father Mr. Hayward, and the last thirteen years hasn't made me like him any more than I did on that biting, snowy day. My intent had been to pick those unnecessarily large, "fashion designer" pockets-- just pretend to go up to beg, and trip. Foreigners never seemed to notice my small hand sliding into their large fur coats. Foreigners usually just sort of ran off. Not this foreigner. He grabbed my hand, and dragged me along behind him all the way to his hotel. Nobody bothered to even look at the 'dirty street rat', screaming my head off as I yanked and pulled to try and get out of his grip. Clearly, I didn't.
But waiting at the hotel wasn't my usual treatment. He locked me in the bathroom, told be to bathe in horribly accented Russian, and by the time I was finished there was a fresh pair of nice clothes laid out on the counter top. I had heard rumors of customers people treating the girls that they took out with them very nicely, but because of how 'low on the food chain' I was, it had never happened to me before. I was surprised, a little anxious, and very fearful of the old man who I could hear shuffling in the room just beyond the door. Afraid of what was to come but even more afraid of what might happen if I did something wrong, I got dressed and stepped out into the room, wearing the designer clothes.
I vividly remember the smell of food. Warm, hearty food that made my mouth moisten. In fact, I barely noticed the satisfied sound which had come from the man, who gripped me by the shoulder tightly and led me to the table, forcing me to sit down. I ate more in that night than I had in a week-- I slept on a bed, under covers, in clean clothes. It was wonderful-- at least, until I woke up on a small plane. It was explained to me that "Mr. Hayward" was the man who had fed me, and that he was also my Father now. I didn't like that idea at all, but when I asked to be let go I only got laughed at. Important looking papers in a foreign language were slammed on the table in front of me, and the cold words which follow still give me nightmares; "You belong to me, little Lisa. You don't go anywhere unless I tell you to. You do not speak or act unless I tell you to. You will regret it if you break any of your fathers' rules. I didn't speak at all for a week after that, until he got fed up with my solemn silence and beat me.
I learned very quickly in this new place, too. I had to learn English, which didn't come to me very easily, and dancing, and proper etiquette, and manners. I was put in school, and I never saw the man who fed, clothed, and paid for everything for me. All the better, I'd like to say. I was never permitted to have any friends, so I spent a lot of time nosing around the mansion in Britain. I learned that Father had actually come from a lower middle class family, gone to school for law, and saved practically every penny he had ever made. I had also learned that he never married, and didn't seem interested in doing so, and that he had only adopted me because apparently a Russian street kid was a better heir than the greedy relatives he had been harassed by for the last forty odd years. On that I would agree, and only because I don't even want the money in the first place.
It wasn't until five years later that Father would sit down to a meal with me. It was my thirteenth birthday, and he had decided to join me for supper. He told me that I wasn't like other children, that he was surprised by my progress, and that I had two options: One. I could continue to work hard, and he would find some young, rich suitor and I would become his trophy wife. Two? Well, if I could find a man that would marry me by the time I was eighteen, then I could marry that person instead. The smile on his face... this was just a game. It was a twisted game, and that was the first and last birthday I ever decided to celebrate. Since that point I have continued to focus hard on my studies, even though they usually don't come to me naturally. I started practicing music as an excuse to get out of the house, but that in itself caused problems. Being who I was, it was more dangerous than I thought to go beyond the bricked wall which surrounded the property. Since my thirteenth birthday I've had six..? Seven? Well, more than enough attempts on my life. I went through several body-guards, some died, some didn't. And then there was Torent. He served as my body-guard for a few years, and we fell in love, and got engaged. He moved on to bigger, jobs, but I still wear that ring on my finger.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 4:53 pm
You have been claimed by Boreas, god of the North wind. (Not even gonna bother to make this post pretty...)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:44 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 10:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 6:45 pm
ＹＯＵ ＨＡＶＥ ＢＥＥＮ ＢＬＥＳＳＥＤ, ＭＹ ＣＨＩＬＤ
With the blessing of their father, children of Boreas can create armor and weaponry out of pure ice. It is quite sharp and work as effectively as normal weapons. The larger the weapon, the more it drains the user to create.
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