IF YOU ARE, YOU BREATHE

If you are, you breathe. 

If you breathe, you talk.

If you talk, you ask. 

If you ask, you think.

If you think, you search. 

If you search, you experience.

If you experience, you learn. 

If you learn, you grow. 

If you grow, you wish. 

If you wish, you find. 

And if you find, you doubt. 

If you doubt, you question. 

If you question, you understand. 

And if you understand, you know. 

If you know, you want to know more. 

If you want to know more... then, you are alive.

MEET LARISA

Ladies and gents, may I introduce...

Larisa Korolev!!

Her life philosophy can be summed up in three words: “Life is now!” Larisa is doing whatever she wants to do, without thinking too much about the consequences of her actions. As a passionate pyromaniac, she’s always keen on setting things on fire, abandoned huts just as well as the hearts of more or less innocent boys. Larisa is a young femme fatale; a prime example of the chaotic neutral alignment of various role-playing game systems.

Larisa’s father Ivan works as an artist and mostly paints abstract and/or apocalyptic paintings to earn a living. Although Larisa has inherited his love for the arts, they don’t get along that well since she prefers landscape art to Pollock’s “masterpieces”. Her mother Yelena is still alive, and they are happily married.
Larisa is diabetic (she takes insulin shots) and suffers from allergies, aside from those personality issues of hers...
Hope you get used to her, for she stars in one of my favourite fusion fics: the epic "The Apple, the Pear, and the Plum", that I have written myself drawing from lost husband tales. In this fic, Larissa is the false/rival bride: a troubled royal who does not reflect on he consequences of her selfish attachment, but later on regrets and is pardoned...