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age || twenty-four

birthdate || july twenty-ninth

orientation || irrelevant

height || five-seven | one hundrend seventy cm

weight || one hundred thirty two lbs | sixty kg

DANGEROUS

"i scared them all away, even my reflection left me.
i completely lost myself to love."


"you can call me liz"

 

PERSONALITY

I've become more gentle over the years, over the time I've spent in the mental hospital. I'm on the verge of leaving and really being able to feel the sunlight on my skin again, so I'm on my best behavior. Schizophrenia had won me over for years. I saw things that weren't there and would have these violent episodes so it's made me much more timid than I used to be. I'm scared of getting hurt and of hurting anyone else. I don't believe there's a cure for philophobia but I'm not looking for one either. I far that it'll spark my schizophrenia again. I don't want to relapse.

I can be friendly but I would keep your distance. I'm not the type of person that you want to get but so close to. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want to be hurt again. I'm loyal though so if you make a friend in me, I'll protect you from everything and everyone that I can, including yourself. I don't believe in true love but I do believe there are people with good hearts. I feel like I can safely believe that I'm not alone.

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background

I would like to say that, before everything happened, that I was fragile. That I was innocent. That I wasn't what I became but, deep down, even I know that it had to have been apart of me. I was a killer from the start. My life was a mess of , drugs, and rock and roll. I had more songs to sing, more places to see. I had the world at my feet, but that was all a cover. As much as I longed for that to be my outrageous life, I held a gun in my hand more than I held a microphone. I fell in love with the wrong people and found myself on a mission just to stay alive. A freelance assassin that just wanted to sing and fall in love with my fans. Dark poetry at its best. The best kind of bad joke.

I'd fallen in love with my partner and he fell in love too late. Having a partner in the kind of world that I was apart of spoke more about me than about the life that I led. As an assassin, let alone freelance, there's no one you can trust and I slipped up and let him. He was a trap all along and he fell for me when he realized just how far I was willing to go for him. I was willing to kill anyone for him and I could do it, easily. As he died in my arms, I was forced to realize that so much of my life was apparently a lie. I didn't know what was truth anymore. I snapped and killed everyone involved and became a princess locked in a tower.

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lover  |  mmddyy

If you can make my heart sing, you may have just roped in a lover for life.

© | NEOTERIC

Elizabeth quietly made her way to the rooftop of the apartment building. There were so many things that she could do up there but she wouldn't do it. She wouldn't do most of them. The voices in the back of her head were faint, thankfully. That meant that she could enjoy the sunset and not be bothered, which was rare. She wanted to take in the cool air and that's what she was enjoying so far, the breeze spinning her locks about around her head, the same cold air embracing her and raising goosebumps over her skin. This wasn't complete freedom but she knew... She just knew that this was a taste of it. It was lonely as it always was. She was so used to the voices that it felt rare for there to be silence. It made her realize that she never really kept any friends. Honestly, Elizabeth wanted to change that. She wanted to know that, when she left here, she could have someone that understood her, that was willing to spend time with her. Someone that embraced freedom like she did. She didn't want to be alone anymore. Love wasn't necessary but a little company, someone that wasn't just a hallucination or just a voice. Someone real.

Her gray eyes searched, not the sky for now. Instead, they went to the rooftop door. It wasn't the first time that she was hoping for someone to join her and she doubted it would be the last. As the sky began to dust with smeared paints of orange, lilac, and red, the world grew colder. The air was circling around her more and she wrapped her arms around herself, bringing up the blanket she bought to hold it around her, eyes glued to the horizon. There was something out there for her. Elizabeth could only hope and pray that it would wait for her.