Post by Lizzie Tyson on Jan 9, 2008 21:41:43 GMT
[[All About Me]]
I n - C h a r a c t e r
Name: Elizabeth "Lizzie" Semeyia Tyson
Character: Sinner
Unfinished Business: Poor poor Lizzie was murdered on the eve of her birthday and now must float in limbo forever more wondering what flavor cake was baked for her. Te he.
How Death Occured: Lizzie became intoxicated upon her own free will however her male counterpart decided to take advantage of her state and rape, then murder her by slitting her neck and allowing her to bleed to death painfully.
[[The Stats]]
B i o g r a p h y
History: Before I begin Lizzie Tyson's dark and depressing tale, I must stress to those that are emotionally unstable or just naturally happy souls and do not enjoy anything melancholy, you should not read past this warning.
When Charlie discovered she was pregnant, she fell into a pit of scrutiny from her parents. She was physically unfit for child labor and she, Larry, and her parents knew this very well. However, Charlie did not care. She was going to have this baby no matter what condition she was in.
On March 22nd 1984, Lizzie Tyson was born into the world. Of course, her grandparents only came to the hospital to see Charlie and observe how she was doing. In all honesty, they could care less about Lizzie. They hated their grand-daughter because she was the cause of their only child's worsened illness. At the hospital, her grandparents could barely look at Lizzie and they did not dare hold her. They were terrified of what luck it may bring upon them or Charlie. Unfortunately, Larry was not present at the day of the birth, he was out with the rest of his gang. He believed he was too important to be seen around his family and his daughter. He too was unsatisfied with the birth of his child. He had wished for a boy and was given a girl. In his eyes, this was more than unacceptable, it was an outrage and he needed someone to blame.
A few months after the Lizzie's birth when Charlie was feeling a little better, she was found dead behind the grocery store where she was shopping that day. At first glance, everyone assumed that her cause of death was her illness. However, in his outrage, Larry had followed Charlie to the store that night, all dressed in his gang attire. He was all hyped up on a deadly mixture of heroine and cocaine and nothing seemed right. He cornered Charlie into the back of the alleyway and murdered her all because she had given him a daughter and not a son. No one ever knew who killed Charlie that night besides Larry and the details were of course a gray haze in his memory at this point.
As Lizzie grew up without her mother, the only one that would ever truly love her, her world began to dim. By age four, Lizzie's father expected her to cook for the both of them and clean the house. Most of the meals consisted of potato chips, easy mac, toast, and cereal but Larry never complained. He was always to cross-faded to taste what he was eating. He never spent much time at home though, and when he was home it was only to go through with some drug transactions. This envirnoment is what originally showed Lizzie drinking, smoking, and drugs were highly acceptable.
On her seventh birthday, Larry had invited a few of his "friends" to the house. He was planning a huge drug deal downtown and was getting all the help he could get to make sure it went through. As usual, he could care less about his child and when she was suddenly missing from the living room, he did not notice her absence.
One of his so called "friends" had taken her into the next room. He was highly intoxicated at the time and Lizzie could smell the scent of beer on his clothing. He began to strip her of what she was wearing and she highly protested. She screamed and wailed as loud as her small lungs until finally she could not scream any more. All hope in her situation seemed lost as he forced the terrified seven-year-old onto the bed now naked. That night Lizzie was sexually abused by one of her father's "friends". It was then that she realized how much her father actually hated her. If she was screaming enough to the point where she could not speak for several days, she knew Larry was bound to have heard her, and he did. He had just ignored the screaming. He had no compassion for her and he never would.
Lizzie went to sleep that night knowing that life would never be the same again. She cried herself to sleep every night for the next year because life only got harder. Her father's friend began visiting the house more and more often just to see Lizzie. He sexually abused her at least four times a week for the next three years. Being so young, Lizzie barely understood what he was doing to her was wrong and she could not understand why she was so confused and distraught inside. So, to lessen her anguish, Lizzie took up drinking and smoking at age ten. This was the only thing she knew would take the pain away and since her father had always been placing her in the middle of his drunken scenes, she saw nothing wrong with it.
Every time her father's friend came to visit it got easier and easier for her to handle the emotional, physical, and mental pain because she was basically always drunk now. She now saw sobriety as a waste of her time and wanted nothing to do with it. When she was sober, all of life's pain caught up with her again. When she was drunk, it was seemed as though she lived in a near perfect world where no one could hurt her.
However, one day he stopped coming. Lizzie was slightly confused as to why he had stopped coming. She actually began to question if there was something wrong with herself but when she found a note on the counter, all made sense.
The note was from her Larry telling her that he and the rest of his gang members were leaving. He did not say why, all he said was that he was leaving and he didn't expect to ever see her again. In reality, Lizzie knew that he meant he was praying to god he would never have to see her face again. Unusually, Lizzie felt oddly empty now that Larry was gone and his friend had stopped coming. She knew she was alone before, but now, she felt like she was alone. It is a terrible realization to know you are completely alone in the world with no one to love you the way you deserve. With no one to turn to, Lizzie left her house (if you could call that dump a house) to live on the streets as a ten-year-old hobo.
For the next two years she survived off of the little change people gave her when she sang for them on the street corners. She attended school every day and was always there early and stayed late because she had nowhere else to go. It was in this period of her life that Lizzie became so hard. She was forced to grow up so fast and learn how to completely fend for herself at age ten and the only way to survive on your own that young, is to learn how to be aggressive. She was kind to the people that gave her things but other than that, it felt like everyone looked down upon her and pitied her. She hated that feeling and so became even angrier at the world. Not only was she a homeless child that had recieved no love from her family, people looked down their noses at her in disgust. She believed her life could not possibly take any more turns for the worst. My how she was mistaken.
One day when she was singing on one of her usual corners, her grandparents happened to walk by her. They recognized their granddaughter almost right away. The sight of her brought back memories of disdain and reminded them how much they had hated her. For you see, they blamed Lizzie for Charlie's death. However, Lizzie looked so similar to Charlie that Marie insisted that Lizzie come to stay with them. Of course, Lizzie happily accepted.
Her life with Marie and Mark improved little, but anything was better than sleeping with rats under your legs all night. She now had a roof over her head, someone to cook for her, and pictures of her mother. Lizzie found whole photo albums of her mother and took her favorite ones and kept them. She put them in her own scrap book and to this day, Marie and Mark do not know they are missing.
About three years passed by, Lizzie was nearly 15 and Lizzie was happier with her life. She was fully addicted to cigarettes and was now a full-blown alcoholic and this was perhaps the reason life seemed so much brighter. It was hard to find Lizzie sober or without a cigarette in her hand and her grandparents scolded her for this, and for everything else she did. It was surprising to her one day then when she came home from school, beer bottle up to her lips and cigarette in her other hand, that Marie and Mark could only look at her with sad eyes. They pulled her into the kitchen and between sobs, Marie read a letter she was holding. Larry had somehow heard word that they were housing Lizzie and wrote to them explaining that he had liver cancer and was unsure how long he had left on this earth. Lizzie could not help but laugh as she took another swig of her beer. Her thoughts were that it served him right and that karma was bound to find him eventually. She left her grandparents crying in the kitchen to go to her room. She had a pack of cigarettes to smoke.
Naturally, her grandparents hatred for her only grew as her smoking, drinking, and drug problems became more complex. They couldn't stand the idea that their granddaughter acted like a juvenile delinquient. So, they sent her here, to Jefferson High. Lizzie was happy to leave her overbearing grandparents and they were just as happy to see her go, although they tried to hide it poorly.
Lizzie made it to the school in February of sophomore year. She finished school with flying colors and was offered scholarships from several colleges, however, Lizzie stuck with the public college in Miami near Jefferson high. She had no interest of becoming anything greater than a stoner.
In her junior year of college, Lizzie met a boy by the name of Mitchell Gray. She fell for him hard and the two were never seen apart, at least, they were never seen away from their apartment. The two were constantly crossfaded and even then, they still drank. Until of course, the night of Lizzie's brutal murder.
On her own free will, Lizzie drank away her sobriety on the eve of her 22 birthday. She was almost to the point of alcohol poisoning when Mitchell came home. He wanted sex at that exact moment however, Lizzie just wanted to sleep. Not willing to take no for an answer, Mitchell raped Lizzie and when he was finished with his insulant sex toy, he slit her neck slowly and left her on the kitchen floor to rot away into the linoleum floor.
Now, Lizzie has been dead half a year and she is the only one who knows how she died. She floats sadly in limbo pinned as a sinner until they open the gates of hell for her.
Parents:
Lawrence Tyson - Location unknown, Drug Dealer, Gang Member
Charlotte Tyson - Deceased, House-wife
Siblings: N/A
[[And Everything Else]]
P e r s o n a l i t y
Overall Personality:
Bitch
From afar, Lizzie may seem approachable, but I suggest you check yourself before opening your mouth around her. She's a major hard ass and will tear you down if you say even one wrong syllable. Don't get me wrong, she enjoys the company of other people, this is more than true about her. However, if you are coming to talk to her simply because your friends are not in your eyesite or your phone died and you can't text your friends, my only advice is beware of her fury. She tends to act a bit like a raging bull, and you know what they say.
Drunk and Smoker
Lizzie is perhaps the biggest drunk you shall ever meet in your lifetime. She almost always has a flask of something in her pocket along with a lighter to lit up that extra cig in the bathroom stall between classes. However, don't see her nicotine inhaling and drinking habits to you mind and think she has no morals, no, just the opposite. She had many morals, just by killing off a few of her brain cells and endangering herself to lung cancer, the pain from her past lessens. She is however, against most drugs. She sees them as unnessecary. Although she ocassionally sneaks a shot of heroine or a roll of pot. These however, are only used when her it feels like life is falling in around her.
Intelligent
This aspect of Lizzie often surprises people. Inside her drunken brain lies more information than most will learn throughout their entire school lives. The worst part is, she views this as her biggest flaw rather than a major advantage. She doesn't like the world to know that she's as bright as she is, because more and more people will begin to believe they have a right to talk to her. Usually, she is very quiet in the academic discussions in class just to fool people into thinking she's as dumb as the normal drunks would be.
Lonely
Most of her agression and destructive descions lies here in this aspect of her person. Truly, Lizzie is very lonely. Although, she will never let anyone know it, the only thing she really wants is for someone to be there for her. Lizzie never really had a stable home-life and so she desires someone to love her for her. She's sick of the ones who want her for what she looks like and for who she truly is inside under the agression. She's just not sure she can let anyone in that deep.
Talkitive
Once you prove yourself to Lizzie, you will know that she approves of you. Almost like magick, she begins to open up more and her body language is much more relaxed. In reality, she is a very talkitive person. She enjoys conversation and is usually the embers that lights it up. Her favorite types of conversations are debates and ones centered on gossip. Although she gossips regulary, Lizzie will never say anything about anyone that she is not willing to say to their face. She believes everyone deserves at least that much respect.
Rebellious
This personality trait really should go without my saying. However, I will explain it for those that have not already grasped who Lizzie Tyson is. She will do anything to piss off authority. She doesn't like following the rules and she hates people that think they can control her. Especially now that nothing more can happen to her, Lizzie will do anything she feels like doing. What are the other souls going to do about it?
Flaws: Pretty little flaws that perfect who we are.
Lizzie is flawed with a thin white scar through her right eyebrow, white scars upon her arms, she is a rather large bitch, she does not believe in second chances, and she does not believe in true love.
Likes: These are the things in
Dislikes: These are the things in
Hobbies: Please just hand be something to do.
+Jogging
+Writing
+Doodling
+Having sex
Fears: Shiver and shake, I'll only frighten you longer.
+Spiders
+Clowns
+Overally happy people
+Small spaces
+She once feared death as well
+Staying in limbo forever
L i f e L o v e A n d S e x
Status: Single
Orientation: Bisexual
Strengths: They call her strong, do they even know her?
Lizzie is terribly intelligent. She knows what to say when and what to do when. She can sing fairly well and she is a fantastic writter. Before she died, she was also a star athelete for the track team at her college.
Weaknesses: Such a poor little weakling is she, this Lizzie.
Lizzie has very poor vision. When she was alive, she wore contacts but for some reason now, she can't seem to find them. She also has poor social skills, well when it comes to meeting new people. Lizzie will always come for cigarettes or booze. She's a terrible druken fool, alive or dead. It makes no difference to her really.
Celebrity Claim: Dakota Rose
S a m p l e . R p
Nat looked up at Jassie with loving eyes as if to apologize for her excessive smoke. It was a nasty habit her smoking but she loved it almost as much as she loved her bandmates. She knew that Jasper had almost forced himself to get used the always circling smoke that encompassed the area around her. She was greatful to him that he had never tried to get her to quite like some others she knew.
As she brought her cigarette up to her lips to take another drag, her tequila was placed in front of her. She winked at the bartender and pushed them closer to her. She never quite gotten into many of the drinks that had fancier names than straight tequila, however if she was in the mood for one or one was placed in front of her, you better put your money on it that the drink will be gone as soon as she lays eyes on it. Oh, and get ready for her to ask for three more when she's done. As she says, if you don't puke later, you didn't have enough to drink.
Nat blew the gray smoke out of her nose and was reaching for a shot of tequila when Jassie placed a tequila sunrise in her hand. Smiling gayly, she downed the drink quickly and shook her head once the glass was away from her lips. It was another habit of hers, she always shook her head after she drank, even after the littliest sip of beer.
From all her years of endless drinking, Natalie had gained a very high tolerance for alcohol and she was harder to get completely drunk now. Last time she was completely drunk, AJ and Jassie were rushing her to the hospital on account of alcohol poisoning. When she came out the next day all she said was, well, what can you do? Natalie never really dwelled long upon her mistakes or when she took something to far. She believed the past was in the past and we should most definetly keep it there.
When Jassie handed her the squashed frog and nutty irishman shots, Natalie smiled up at him once more. She loved how he just gave her more to drink without asking what she wanted. But of course, he didn't really have to, he always seemed to know what she was in the mood for.
"Thanks doll." She said to him with a small twinkling wink in her eye. She ran her finger around the shot glass top of the nutty irishman before shooting her head back with the glass to her lips. The liquid ran smoothly down her throat and she licked her lips happily. This bar day was exactly what she needed.
Once Jasper placed her attention back on the middle-aged men fighting, Natalie grew a bit excited. She quickly turned around and stood up. Placing a sassy hand on her hip, she began to explain to him what exactly was going on between the two. "Well, those two started yelling at each other a few minutes ago about something. What it was, I don't know but if I had to guess, it was probably something like the one who hasn't shaved bumped into the one with overactive sweat glands by accident and he got beyond pissed because this made him spill his drink." Here, she paused to mourn for the lost drink. That was true alcohol abuse. "Then, this one over here stood up and started to threaten that one with his fist. Honestly, their argument has been a bit dull so far but by the sound of it, someone's about to be socker bobbered." Whenever she mentioned punching, she always refered back to socker bopper. It was one of her favorite things to play with. She had two pairs in her bag even as they spoke.
