Liz
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Never coming home, never coming home...
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Liz
May 20, 2006 18:58:49 GMT -5
Post by Liz on May 20, 2006 18:58:49 GMT -5
Name: LizAge: 15Sex: FemalePersonality: She's dark and gloomy. She tends to stare, and she's very rough around the edges, Physical Appearence: See picture.History:Born into a Christian family, Liz grew up a troubled girl. Always rebelling, she tends to lash out, or calmly inslt you to your face. She's hard to get through to, and her words are as a whip across the back of an ox, drawing blood with the dagger-sharp sting and her cryptic silence. She's a bit insane, and she wants to die, but for some reason her death never occurs...Sample Post: Liz slunk through the alley, her sapphire-grey eyes shifting wildly, looking for anyone that would come from the distance and stop her. No one was in her point pf vision. Her leather gloved hands, covered escept for the top half of the fingers, shook violently as she broke into a run, clutching the book with its hidden poison against her chest. Breathing heavily, she listened to the bitter silence, and quiet pounding of her soft leather sandals upon the ground, she panted and pressed her body against the cold concrete wall, breathing heavily. "Today..." she hissed, her voice thick and raspy. "Today it ends..."*Picture:
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