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naмe :: Lizette Danger Burks {Yes, her middle name is literally Danger}
nιcκ naмe :: Lizza or Liz--you get the idea.
gendeя :: Female
вιятнday :: February 28th. Her sign is the pisces, and birth stone is the amethyst.
— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя
нeιgнт :: 5'11
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Bohemian; e.g.☼ lot's of open backed shirts (☼☼) and long, flowing skirts: ☼☼☼ and feathers--be it earrings, or in her hair, or other types of jewelry. ☼
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: Well, her eyes are an incredible grey, like glass, but I'd say her best feature is her neck and jaw. It's a strange feature to mention, I guess, but she has a lovely, swan-like neck, pale and arched. Her jaw is straight and clean and gentle. Basically their kind of beautiful qualities, and certainly individual.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: Her ears are pierced, as well as she has a scar on her nose where she tried to pierce it herself, but it became infected and closed. Lizza doesn't really mind, she think's it's kind of cool.
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cяυsн :: Meh, nothing yet
єχ(єѕ) :: Her recent ex, Percy; tall, hispanic, she dumped him when she figured out he was cheating on her. It sucked, and she's a bit warier of guys now for it, but if there's any lasting trauma from her first messy breakup, it doesn't show on the surface.
вeѕт fяιeиd :: Er, oh dear...to be developed? It's open, if anyone wants to be my best friend <3
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тнeмe ѕong :: Casanova Baby by the Gaslight Anthem
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Whenever people ask this of her, Lizza says if she ever falls in love, it'll be with the person themselves, not their body or gender. She's pretty chill.
яandoм facт :: When she's nervous, Lizette has the habit of running her tongue against the back of her teeth. It's just an idiosyncracy of her's.
ρєяѕonalιту :: Lizza....how do you describe someone in just two paragraphs or a couple sentences? She's not just a figment of my imaginationg that I'm acting out as in this role play...she's part of me. Who I am. She's the best and worst of me, and that's a lot to write down. I live with her everyday...here she is.
Not bubbly to the point of ditziness, but certainly an enthusiastic camper, Lizette's the one making plans. Every breathe this girls takes, it's full of life. She clings to it; she loves it. Every day she wakes up with something new she wants to do. Uniform? Please. This girl would go crazy with anyone telling her what to do. A free-spirit is probably the most accurate way to describe her, flating around in the wind, following the rainbows to see if there's anything at the end worth it. And even if there isn't, she wouldn't be disapointed. This love of life she has, this lust for it, is ironic, in a way. She's quite the pessimist, but she views it in a careless way. Example- If it started raining, she'd laugh, and complain her books were going to get soaked. I know it's confusing, but not everything about a person makes sense. If that were true, we'd all be boring monotoned clones.
On the surface, when you first meet Lizette, this happy, ravinous personality is all you see. She glows with life on the surface, so only once you really get to know her, and understand her, do the real feelings start making appearences through this cover she wears. It's a comfortable mask, and when she put it on, she never took it off, until it became so much like her own face, she forgot it was even there. But seriously, no one's life is perfect. Lizette is no exeption. The trouble she's gone through has turned part of her hard and cold. Strong. She's not the girl who gets pushed around and wasted. Stubborn as a mule and contrary, once she makes her mind up, there's no turning it. As well as she'd go her own way happily if you suggested the other. {e.g. You: "You know, you shouldn't wear such high heels, they look painful." Lizza: "No they aren't, I wear these babies in my sleep, man!" And all the while her feet are aching.} She's just an easy-going person with her own mind and soul and heart that she doesn't want other people peering at, judjing, and changing. Is that so wrong? Lizette's worst quality, is probably her pride. She won't stoop to get what she wants, she holds her head up. Even whens he found her boyfriend cheating on her, she laughed in his face. She smiled, shook her head, told him he was an idiot, but she hoped it was worth it, and walked out. Head high. Swagger in her stride. Confidence in her smile. But when she got home? She cried for an hour. Hopefully this gives you some insight into Lizette, but there's so much to her, I don't know if this will help at all.
нιѕтoяу :: Lizette grew up with an older sister, Maya, and her mother, Terra. Her and Maya's father left after Lizette was born, and she never knew him. There's one picture of him in the house, with Maya as a two year old, and a pregnant Terra. He looks big and dark and strong. He wasn't smiling in the picture, and that's the only way Lizza could think of him; as an ever frowning statue in a photograph. Sure, it was hard growing up without a dad, but she was used to it by an early age. Maya moved out at fifteen, with her boyfriend turned fiance turned husband, as of last year. Terra wasn't happy about it, but what could she do? She'd married when she was nineteen, too, and had Maya within the next three months. She couldn't judge. But for the years after Maya moved out (she and Terra'd been having arguments, just teenage daughter-mother stuff), things were hard on Lizza. She lost her best friend in that, and it was like Maya didn't even care that she left her little sister behind. So right then and there Lizette told herself to stop caring too. And she forced herself too. It's just been Lizza and her mom for a while now, but they're alright. They live in a small house off the edge of the town, with a cat Bilbo Baggins, and some beat up furniture. It's not Bill Gate's life style, that's for sure, but they're doing fine, and the way she lives now, it's the way she likes it.
