PARAWAY, lissiana adele

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] LISSIANA A. PARAWAY HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME LISSI AND I'M CURRENTLY SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE RAVENCLAW AND I'M A VEELA. ------------------------------------------------- && a rose by any other name would smell as sweet my name is lissiana adele paraway and i fear that i may going insane. except that, people possibly going insane don't rationalize their going insane, right? they don't actively fear the process, just quietly get on with it. so my fears may mean that i may not be going insane at all; one the other hand, it could mean that i'm more insane than most; else, it could simply not signify. its like. just. one never knows. not really. its not like i haven't done any research on the topic, because i have. but the act of researching the symptoms of insanity because one fears for one's own sanity isn't really...sane, is it? Almost insane, as a matter of fact. but then again, i'm a paraway. when is a paraway ever sane? my name says it all, really, and not just the 'paraway' bit. lissiana adele. its just. oh. 'lissiana' is my grandmother's name, my mother's mother, while my middle name, adele, is my great-grandmother's name. do you get the picture? its just, like. the name says it all. but should it be allowed to? should the simple act of naming a child upon birth equate carving out the thing's path in life? everything about me could be summed up in my name. lissiana adele. poppy, you see, is my father's favorite. always has been. like. there's this unworded law that she is. and, yeah, its fucking unfair for my father to pick favorites among his own children, but my mother does it too. except i'm her favorite. its like, before we two were even born, they decided that they'd name their first child poppy, and she'd be his favorite, and their second child would be lissiana, and i'd be her favorite. or i dunno. some weird shit like that. we didn't really matter in the equation; all we had to do is exist and bam - there it was. favorites. miniatures of them. and, yeah, its kinda batshit crazy - but as i mentioned, we were paraways. whether it should or shouldn't - and really, all that mattered was that it did - paraways are made insane. except, not insane in the traditional sense, the not-know-whats-going-around-us sense. just...crazy in the fucked-up-family sense. we're the perfect example of all that's wrong with the wiazarding world at the moment. father is against the dark arts, while mother is for. obviously, that means poppy is against and me for. except, i wasn't really 'for' except in the vague 'i don't see why not...it seems like a sound enough idea' sense. its. i don't even. ugh. i wasn't really for until i had to be for. and now i don't think i can change back. && four testimonials 004. lissi? ridiculous-amazing. stupid-amazing. life-saver-amazing. see, i have this habit - absolutely awful, i swear i'm getting out of it - habit of procrascionating on my homework until the very last second. this is where my baby girl comes in. i swear, if not for her, i wouldn't even have passed first year. there are benefits, i'm telling you, to befriending a ravvie. of course, it helps that she's not an uptight nerd with a library-book shoved up her ass like the rest of them. she's the one to let me copy her homework, the one to play shoulder-for-me-to-cry-on after another ass treats my heart like a plaything, and the one to magic my ass back to the castle when i'm passed out cold on the forest floor after one too many drinks. i love the girl, even though she's a little...off sometimes. 003. little miss perfect? little miss no-need-to-study, little miss too-good-for-her-own-house? little miss rebel, little miss badass? do you mean that lissiana? that girl is a fucking timebomb waiting to explode, if you ask me. and when she does, it won't be pretty. all everyone around here ever talks about is how unfairly pretty she is, how ridiculously kind, how utterly hillarious, how so much fun. and yeah, she's all those things, and so much more. like, she has half the castle eating out of her hands, students and professors alike. even some of the ghosts are keen on her! but there's this look in her eyes, and i don't know. there's something wrong about that girl, and i'm staying well away. 002. liss? yeah, i used to date that girl, and no offense, but she's something of a prude. you wouldn't know it from looking at her, though. she parties with the best of them, and could drink me under the table. but this one time, when we dancing in the Forbidden Forest, I started coping a feel - nothing serious, but we've been together a month, and a man has needs - and the next thing i knew i was on the ground, flat out and with a bleeding nose. she's a strong little thing, that one. everyone was turning towards us, some with fucking murder in their eyes, and i'm telling you, i apologized damned quick. then, as easy as that, she gave me a hand to help me up and smiled so fucking brightly you would have sworn the moon was shining through the treetops. veela magic, man, don't underestimate it. she dumped my ass the next day, though we remain friends. she's cool, i guess. 001. lissiana paraway? she seems nice, i suppose, but off sometimes. i don't know, and there's nothing concrete to back up what i say, no proof that i can offer up, but. just. okay, the first thing you should know is that she doesn't act like a fucking bloodpurist-maniac like some bastards around here. and i'm muggleborn, so i should know. she's as friendly and sweet and polite. but. its just. whenever i talk to her, or whenever any muggleborn talks to her - and i've watched her, so i know, not that that's anything weird; half the school watches her every move any given time of the day - there'd be this straightening of the spine, like she needs to ready herself for the conversation, a certain widening of the smile, like she's actively trying to look nicer, a certain look in her eyes - i don't know, maybe its just me. in fact, it probably is. but she looks almost afraid. she keeps smiling, though, keeps chatting and joking and laughing and doing that thing where she tucks her hair behind her ear. but she's less open, somehow. more reserved. and trust me, this isn't a girl who's open at the best of times. she does a great show of it, of befriending anyone and everyone, of giggling and teasing and flirting like she's having the time of her life - but something about the way she does these things make me wonder if she's ever truly alive. && three secrets 003. my life. salazar. just. i can do it. i can. i can keep up the pretense, the charade, the show, the joke - i can keep smiliing and laughing and everything, so long as i can get away every now and then. daily. or nightly, to be more precise. or maybe daily after all, because it would be like two or three am and nearly the entire casle's asleep. except me. i would be wonderfully, blissfully awake, and more importantly, alone. not that i drop the charade even then, because i'm still there, aren't i? but. still. i walk around and i'm never caught and its just...beautiful. everyone knows i do it, but...its like they pretend not to. to my face, at least. they wonder. of course they wonder. but. its not like i have this set schedule where: on sundays i practice the dark arts, and tuesdays i make out with guys by the lake, on wednesdays i read up on the dark arts, on thursdays i'd make out with guys on the astronomy tower, on fridays i sneak up to the library and just plain study - i am a ravenclaw, afterall, and there are apparently some rules we do break rules for - while on saturdays i'd make out with my brother and on sunday i sleep in. no. its not like that. i do do some of those things sometime, but. my nightly escapades aren't about them, isn't for

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002.my uncle died. except he didn't. not really. he was murdered. murdered. and i did it. i didn't mean to. god knows i didn't want to, didn't set out with killing him in my mind. sure, he was a terrible cook and salazar, was he annoying when he starts on his anti-dark arts rant, but i just nod because thats who i am. its like. though. how could my aunt marry him? he was a muggleborn. and its not like i have anything against them, really, but he is, nevertheless. and. i don't even know. but. i was given this assignment, see? i had to practice my cruciatus curse, i had to, or else they'd practice it on me, and he was right there on hand. right there. and. i don't know. he was there, and i was there, and no one else was there, so what the fuck was i waiting for? it went wrong, though, horribly wrong. i couldn't get the fucking spell right, and he started fighting back. he was pleading with me, begging, tears flowing down his cheeks, and fuck. he wasn't supposed to recognise me, but he did. i could have fixed that after, i could, but he was begging. there was a flash of green light and there he was - dead. and i was the one to kill him.

001. my name is lissiana adele paraway and i fear that i may be going insane.
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED LYSS AND SITS AT SIXTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE DISNEYLAND TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO KIRSTEN DUNST, DON'T YOU THINK?

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