"Life is just...fucked up..."

Name|| Elizabeth Kainestrom
Nickname|| Call her Liz or Lizzie, but never call her Lizard. If you do, you'll regret it.
Age|| 17

Cynical and often bitter, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana.

Her asocial behavior usually makes it difficult for her to make friends, and she's constantly shutting herself away whenever she gets the chance, either drawing in her leather bound sketchbook she carries at all times in her messenger bag with a few pencils of varying thickness and sticks of vine charcoal or burning through another pack of cigarettes, often times with headphones in her ears blaring insanely loud to drown out the rest of the world she so despises.



"People lie all the time, even when they tell the truth. You can't trust anyone."

Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the other students, leading her to descend deeper and deeper into the comfort of her inner darkness. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Liz wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life.

It was rather easy for Liz's mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Liz was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit. For the next few years, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and transferred into foster care.

Losing her mother, the rejection and ridicule of everyone.....she carried it with her for so many years, bottling it deep inside herself and letting it eat away at her every day. Now living with a strict ex Marine and his wife, Liz is constantly rebelling against their rules and getting into trouble. Art and anarchy have become her only safe haven...at least that's what she thinks. Despite seeing how much she's hurting herself and those around her...Liz continues on her path towards self destruction.

Additional Information|| -She secretly loves cats and she can play guitar and piano.
-In addition to her tattoos, Liz also has on the left side of her neck two laughing skulls and "Mememto Morii" in fancy lettering trailing around her left arm.
-She drives an old, beat up gray Chevrolet 66 Impala.
-Liz has also been arrested eight times on different charges. One of which was assaulting a man with a broken glass bottle. She claimed it was self defense, but the cops thought otherwise.