"Life is just....fucked up."Elizabeth Kainestrom
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Nicknames: Liz or Lizzie is fine, but never call her Lizard. She hates it.
Age + Birthday: 22 (Currently), born October 13th, 1993
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Bisexual
History:"People lie all the time, even when they tell you the truth..."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 recede more and more into herself. 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 Elizabeth 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 her mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Elizabeth 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 months, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and adopted by a strict ex Marine and his wife living in Texas. She was soon running with a "bad" crowd and constantly rebelled against her foster parents, often getting into trouble with the police and ending up quite literally on the backhand of Daniel, her foster father.
Finally fed up with the constant control and physical abuse, she ran away from home in the middle of the night and never looked back since. She ended up here in this sleepy little town after hitching a ride with a trucker on his way to the Pacific Northwest, tired, hungry, penniless, and desperately in need of a place to rest. Thankfully, she found it one night stumbling into Tyler's place. In exchange for her work, Tyler, the owner, gives her free food and her paycheck is enough at least to cover rent at her flat.
Personality:"Yeah, I'm a bitch. Deal with it."Cynical and often sarcastic, 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, but only when she's not working. She never told Tyler about it either.
Hobbies:
Skateboarding, playing guitar, smoking weed, listening to music, drawing, photography, watching old school horror movies, napping constantly
Other:
-She's allergic to cats
-Not only can she can play guitar. She can also play piano.
-In addition to her other tattoos, Liz also has on the left side of her neck two laughing skulls and "Memento Morii" in fancy lettering trailing around her left arm.
"Okay, now that you know everything about me, go away."