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[b]Name[/b]

Lily Brightendale

[b]Age[/b] 

19

[b]Personality[/b]

Lily is fiercely loyal and generally very bright spirited. She's gone through a lot and a lost a good deal, not to mention a bit of her naivety. She's been around the block a few times but she tries not to let it get to her. She is kind to all and will protect her friends with her life, whether they consider her a friend or not. She can still be a bit naive at times and is a bit of a klutz at times. She loves meeting new people. When prompted, she becomes very, very serious. The well-being of friends being something that would cause the change. She does not take being insulted well, that includes insulting her friends. She also does not like disrespectful behavior.

[b]Bio[/b]

Lily's story is a long one. One, she'd rather not share. What it comes down to is, Lily has lost her family, not that they really loved her to begin with. She was always picked on for being so naive and so easily entertained. She was very gullible. It led to the death of her family when she brought a strange man home with her. He'd told her he needed help and being the kind and caring person she was, she invited him in. Then, she watched as he killed her entire family. She has a large scar running the length of her back where he pushed her into the basement and a sharp piece of wood cut into her back. Thinking her dead, the man leaves. After a few hours, she managed to get up and crawl her way up to the phone where she called the police. By then, her family was already long dead. They took her to the hospital and tended to her wounds. For years after, she kept quiet. Never talking. It wasn't until she realized what she was doing that she began to change back. She realized that by being depressed, she was letting the man win. She swallowed her pride and continued on living. That is until 6 months ago. She'd been living with her aunt. She was cleaning up the basement when she heard and awful sound. When she came up, her aunt was dead. She called the police, but no one picked up. For the next few months she searched, in vain, for any one at all. Everyone was dead. She was beginning to give up all hope when she noticed a flier. 

[b]Weapons[/b] 

Two Pistols 
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Lemme know if I need to change anything. ^-^

Oh, and this is my first time using a character I've used before so... treat her kindly? :3