Born in Russia, the daughter of two fairly wealthy business executives, she doesn't really remember her motherland. Her parents moved to the United States to oversee their business's expansion into the Americas. Given their immense wealth, Lisa always had things easy. She was private schooled her entire life, and eventually ended up going to Stanford where she studied literature. However before even graduating she entered an amateur poker tournament, she had no expectation of winning, entering just for something to do, but she did win, and she won a small fortune at that. Throughout college, Lisa made a habit of joining poker tournaments where she could from that point forward. Eventually, by the time she graduated she was making a good living off of it.
Lisa continued to live comfortably off of card games for years after that, much to the dismay of her parents. Lisa led a fairly audacious lifestyle too, throwing parties every weekend and having a new man at her side just as often. Until she was thirty at least, at one particular high stakes event she met a sportscaster working the event for ESPN, after a discussion about what he had done to get stuck covering poker, one thing led to another. By the age of thirty-two they were married, her life settled down slightly since she was married, she still threw parties, just less often, and a lot less wild.
That all changed though when the lights came from the sky, that was the day her husband died, a terrible car accident, drivers had been distracted by the light apparently. Emotionally distraught, Lisa quit her job to become a stay at home mother for her son, living off the bountiful wealth she had accumulated. When the creatures came, she refused to evacuate, instead seeking to defend the last few fragments of a life that was falling apart, she bought guns, and training.
Lisa defended her home successfully for longer than anyone would have expected, unfortunately that wasn't long enough. One night after taking in a wounded man she awoke to the sound of her son screaming, by the time she got there, he was already dead, the very same man she had taken in standing over his lifeless body. In a rage she forgot all of her training, and violently attacked him, nearly losing her life when he almost bit her through her lightly armored arm, but only barely managing to break the skin. It wasn't until she finally decided to evacuate later that she found out he must have been a vampire.