Post by Lamia Zoya Smirnov on Feb 17, 2009 2:59:56 GMT -5
`Lamia Zoya Smirnov
"If the eyes are the window to the soul, than the mouth is the door to the mind.."
`LOOKING AT YOU, HOLDING MY BREATHYOUR NAME Kit
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE 15
HOW DID YOU FIND US? Linked from SoS ^^ Plus I have another charrie here.
`FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I'M SCARED TO DEATHFULL NAME Lamia Zoya Smirnov
NICKNAME Lamia or Atrum Angelus - Called so 'only' by her brother.
AGE 16
GENDER Female
ORIENTATION Straight
GRADE Sophmore
MAJOR Acting
`I'M TAKING A CHANCE, LETTING YOU INSIDEPOSITIVE TRAITS
- 'Good' : She follows the rules.. But thinks it something like this, 'I like to look at the law as sort of a guideline, kind of a helpful suggestion.'
- Smarts : Street and brains.. She's a smart girl She has the 'street smarts' and the brains to go far.
- Looks : Not physical.. But her look of the world. What she 'sees'. She doesn't judge.
- Responsibilty : Serious.. She can have a joking nature. But for the most part she is serious, about life, where she came from and where she wants to go.
- Reliable : Dependant.. She can always be counted on. If she makes a promise she will keep it.
- Caring: Compassion and Concern.. She cares about people. And wants to help people. But on her terms.
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Solitary : Cat-Like..She is the typical persona of a cat, solitary. She's a royal bi... you know what plan and simple.
Bi.. you know what : She has an attitude sometimes. She holds grudges, piss her off and you'll have an enemy for a long time. Making her mad is easy, gaining back her trust? Good luck.- Broody : Her broody melancholy take on life only adds to her solitary nature. Not many want to be around someone with her weird since of humor and 'anti-optimistic' attitiude.
- Stubborn : My way or no way.. Her stubborn streak makes her even harder to get along with, once she makes up her mind there is no changing it.
- Contradiction : In a strange way she is a contradiction of herself as well, her 'solitary life' yet part of her seeking others. Wanting to not be alone all the time.
LIKES
- Darkness : Shadows, the mystery an deep deafening silence all of it.
- Solitude : Alone, broody, silent. Just her and her thoughts.
- Pouring Rain : Thunder, lighting, pouring rain. Shadows and darkness.
- Catnip : It's clearly a cat thing.
- Reading, Writing and Drawing : She's not the best at drawing, she's to critical of her own work. But writing is something she's passionate about.
- Bats : They are a part of her, in her fascination for the dark mysterious creatures. And her 'blindness'
- Cats : Same as with bats, she's part of them in her lanky form and the cat like grace.
- Star : Cat, a Russian Blue, her cat
- Satar : Bat, a white bat, her bat
- Obezyanka : Dog, a Caucasian Ovtcharka, her and her brother's dog.
DISLIKES
- Water : She likes rain but hates being wet.
- Lies and Candy Coated Truth : Like it sounds, she doesn't like being lied to, or being feed something 'sweet' just to make it easier to swallow.
- Dresses and 'frilly' things : She is 'not' a girly girl. She is a tobmboy and it shows in her dress and 'style'.
- Bright lights : The mess with her head and give her migraines, hince partly why she wears her shades all the time.
- Streotypes : She hates that people judge others before they even try to get to know the person. Such as they tend to do with her.
- Seizers: She is prone to them. She takes medication for them.
- Migraine: She is prone to very bad migraine headaches, that can lead to her curled up on the floor crying. They can sometimes lead to her seizers if left unchecked. She must take medication for them as well.
HOPES AND DREAMS Lamia wants someday to be a published author. She has a notebook that she carries around everywhere, filled with scribblings of stories and overall plot ideas. Her mind is very active, both in imagination and just how she seems the world. Everything to her is bright and colorful. Even though in reality she can't see it. She works herself both mentally and physically to be the best she can be. It's now easy but she doesn't want to be idle in her life. She wants to be someone, better. To be the best she can.
Her desire to be normal is likely what makes her distant. That and the fact that she is blind doesn't help. She doesn't see her blindness as a disiblity. It just makes it hard to connect in a sighted world.
FEARS
- Wasps : She loathes the foul creatures, she's alergic to them too, so her hatred is more than just that, but a fear as well.
- Needles : She fears them as much if not more than she does wasps.
- Water : Above her head.. she can't swim.
- Criss : Basically being without him.
`FEELING ALIVE ALL OVER AGAINCELEBRITY CLAIM Adriana Lima
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Her body is lanky slinder almost cat like. She wears dark colors. Black, black and black. Did I mention black? The black leather pants fit tightly on her slinder well shaped body. A dark ebony, almost raven colored tank top covers her top half, or most if it, her mid-drift shows off her belly button which is peirces. A dark blood red jewel hangs from the golden ring through her navil. Her ears as well, the lower lobes and her catilage on both ears. The left ear has a tiger 'going through it. Half on one side half on the other. Her right ear has a bat with wings spread wide. The lower lobes are small silver and black studs. A black cape-like trenchcoat style leather jacket worn over her tank top. A pair of black steel-toed boots adorn her feet.
Her hair naturally it's a dark brown, that hangs down to her shoulders. The lenght is never changing. But the color changes with her mood.
She also has a slight point to her canine teeth has a visable point to them, much like fangs. Her eyes are a steel grey, she is totally blind. She sees very little, her world is almost totally black.
`AS DEEP AS THE SKY, UNDER MY SKINHISTORY Born on a cool rainy nite in late October, on Halloween. In Labinsk Russia, likely the reason behind her slightly 'dark' turn of mind. Her life was normal enough. Except for one detail. She was born with poor eyesight. Which got progressivly worse into her adult years to the point now that she's totally blind. As a child she was always small, for her age she is only now 'normal' in size but will likely not get any taller.
Her parents wanted the best for her and her brother, But clearly didn't know where to begin. Neither knew how to really help their daughter or seemed willing to even try. Thankfully, her big brother and protector,Criss, took it upon himself to watch out for her. Her parent's didn't fight Criss in it, they seemed to step aside from their role all to willingly. Criss never once took his 'job' as protector for granite. She meant the world to him, just as he did to her. Being together constantly they grew close dispite the six year difference between them. Neither seemed to care or even notice that fact, it didn't matter to them. The home life had never been perfect, all of the drinking and abuse, wreaked it all. Criss told her of a time before her birth when things were better. She sometimes blames herself. But Criss told her not to. That she is the best thing in his life. When neither of them could no-longer bare with drinking and abuse, both decided to leave. Without the blessing of their parents She and Criss, left Russia, she was only twelve, so their parents could have pressed charges or gone after them. But luckily they didn't try to find them.
Lamia now is working hard in her highschool studies, so that she can oneday help her brother with the responsibilites, but for the time being she enjoys being a teen. No matter how hard it is she unlike her brother clings even more to her roots. Her native tongue is far more apt to leak out into her speach more often than not. But with Criss being their to guide her the English comes easier, if only slightly.
`LIKE BEING IN LOVE SHE SAYSRPING EXAMPLE Lamia sat on the floor her apartment, she stared off into space truly seeing nothing. Her usually steel grey eyes seeing nothing. She listened to the rain pelting the window pane. She'd been blind for a while now, even as a kid her eye sight had been bad then, but had gotten worse as she got older to the point that now she nothing.
She sighed she hadn't been feeling well most of this day, only now with the rain falling did it ease her pains. Rubbing her temples ligthly as she sighed standing up, a coffee mug in one hand, her other brushing the wall ligthly as she reached the window. She undid latch and pushed the window up she sighed heavily breathing the sweet scent of the falling rain.
The sweet smell of coffee filled her nostrils. The young dark hair woman cradling her coffee mug tightly with both hands, it was her fourth cup since she just after midnight, dark shades hid her eyes even inside and at this hour when the only light in the sky were the moon and the stars. One hand moved from the mug long enough to brush a stray strand of crimson red streaked hair back behind her ear.
She lingered at the window a little longer before she headed slowly back to her postion on the floor and her laptop. Sitting there waiting for her, Star and Stara lingered both looking up at their girl with affection in their eyes. They kept her together, and were likely the only thing that kept her in the world of the living.
After taking a long sip from the coffee mug she sit it aside on the floor near her pulling a large leather bound book towards her. It's 'words' written in braille so that she could easily read it without assistance. With her other hand she typed her notes in on her laptop.
The young girl hardly looked old enough to be out her own but she was. Though still in school, her last year in college. Thank the 'powers that be'.
A sigh escaped her lips, the first year was the worst, with her schedule. Not to mention the fact that 'The Sandman' regular evaded her, leaving her up many a sleepless nights and days. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. This assignment was more pleasure, than actual work but still it annoyed the dark hair woman. The hand she typed with drifted from the keys grabbing her coffee mug easily taking a drink. Before slipping back to it's position on the keys.
Lamia began to squirm where she sat, she was a restless soul, only able to sit still for so long. She rolled her neck as she lifted her hands from their positions long enough to flex her fingers and crack her knuckles. She grabbing the piece of paper she used as a bookmark and shoved it roughly into the book, before slammed it shut with an audible groan. One mixed of frustration and boredom.
She shifted leaning back against the wall behind her her look distant as she appeared to stare off into space. Her eyes were closed though, not that she'd have seen said 'space' if she had then open anyways.
It was any guess what was in her mind. She was bored, restless and annoyed that that blasted 'Sandman' evaded her. Sleep was a good thing, her body demanded it, she honestly could careless. She would sleep with or without the 'Sandman' and wither she truly wanted to or not.
What she wanted was some action. for something exciting to happen. She honestly didn't care what, it just had to be something anything but sitting here alone in her apartment. She sighed again, "You could hear blood hit the floor in this place." She muttered under her breath. The old saying of 'hear a pin drop', she'd modified it, pins dropping wasn't quite dark enough for her taste. Her head demanded something more sinister even if part of her longed for even the tiniest bit of innocence. That 'snister' part likely came from her brother.
The Blue Russian curled up at Lamia's side, her tiny 'moter' going softly. Satar hung from his usual spot from the collar of Lamia's shirt. Neither of them left Lamia's side even for a moment. They were forever, willingly, bound to her.
"My friends.. there must be some action some where. As much I as wish normality, this studying is boring." Lamia sighed looking to her friends, as her hands fell on them lightly strokeing each in turn.
`FOR THE FIRST TIMESCHEDULEFALL
BLOCK 1 PE/ Health
BLOCK 2 Acting
BLOCK 3 Musical Composition
BLOCK 4 Drawing - Cartoon and Caricature
SPRING
BLOCK 1 Musical Theater
BLOCK 2 Dance - Hip.Hop
BLOCK 3 Painting - Realism
BLOCK 4 PE/Health
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Here's hoping I don't reget a second carrie, plus I just wanted to snag Adriana ;p ....
