[b]Name: [/b] Elizabeth “Lizzie” Florence

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Lizzie has thick brown hair, that stops at around her midriff. She more often than not has her signature winged eyeliner on and has usually got some sort of flower in her hair or on whatever she is wearing. Her eyes are blue grey around the outside with a green and orange burst around her pupil. They are big and warming.

The main quality that makes her stick out is her wings that are similar to that of an angel. They are feathered and white, often with daisy’s or flowers interwoven into them.

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[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Bio:[/b] 
Elizabeth was born into a working class family in Iliad city to parents Norman and Charlotte. The two had met at a bar some 9 months ago and the rest is history... except Norman was only here for the child. He didn’t love Charlotte but she didn’t know that. The two parents possessed little to no magic traits, her mother able to boil liquids on sight and her father able to change the colour of his eyes. 

Life in the Florence house wasn’t all that bad for a while, with Charlotte staying at home and Norman working to raise money for his darling daughter. Florence began reading at a young age and became enthralled in stories and magic. At 5 she began to show magical signs, sprouting a small rose from the palm of her hand whilst in school. She was a clever child, often dumbfounding her parents with the things she would come out with. As she grew her flower magic blossomed into a very beautiful ability, becoming one with nature, listening to plants and sprouting them up from wherever she pleased. However it didn’t take long for her to realise that something wasn’t quite right with her father. She was around 8 when she started noticing him becoming slightly... distant? 

On a warm summers day a few weeks after Elizabeth’s 13th birthday her dad kissed her goodbye and left for his Saturday shift. His work was lacking in employees so he had been given a weekend slot a few years ago. As he left the house, Elizabeth had put her shoes on. The flowers had spoken. They had seen him walking somewhere that wasn’t work. She followed him for a long while until he reached a house and was greeted at the door by a woman... and a child. Elizabeth knew instantly, and shouted to her father. He wasn’t angry at her, his face just cracked, tears brimming in his eyes. The one thing in his life that he cared about most... even more than his new child, his real partner... was going to want nothing to do with him... and that was true.

Elizabeth wouldn’t speak to him. Or her mother. She sat in her room, reading for hours and hours on end, her magic becoming more and more sad, the flowers around the house dying, only crows now roosting on the roof. As the days passed, her mothers mental state declined rapidly, unfortunately leading to her demise. Foxgloves. She used foxgloves to poison her coffee. Lizzie found her in her favourite chair. Her nosiness... the foxgloves SHE grew... had killed her own mother. It was at this time that she vowed to never cause upset to anyone if she could help it. It was also the time her wings came.

Living alone was difficult for a 13 year old, and Elizabeth was beginning to mature, unsure of how to deal with puberty and the mix of emotions she felt. She had buried her mother in the garden. Bottled it up inside her... hidden from anyone. Just as things were getting worse, she broke out with awful back ache, often spending all day in bed with pain. This changed though when she realised why... she had read extensively into contacting your guardian angel, how to summon it and understand what it was. It was a final lonely cry for help in a sense... but this was it... she was becoming her own guardian angel. 

Her wings were small initially but after a couple of years they were fully fledged and beautiful... though she would always see them as a burden. She rarely left the house, usually grew her own food and taught herself. It was only when she became 18 that she thought it was time to move on... join Marduk academy like she had always dreamt of as a kid...

[b]Mundane Skills:[/b]
As well as being invested in magic and reading, Elizabeth is a rather skilled seamstress, creating all of her clothes and dresses, a skill she was taught by her mother. This is more necessary now also due to her wings. Fashion is her main passion other than magic and she always does winged eyeliner around her beautiful green and orange eyes. Her solitude has also helped her grow into a great cook, who is also very resourceful with what she has to access.

[b]Magic:[/b] 

Flora growth:
Once coming into contact with a plant, Elizabeth can grow it wherever she pleases and can make them sprout from the ground or from her hands etc. The larger the plant the more energy it takes from her. This can be used for ALL sorts of situations. For example if she were to be chased she could grow vines around the feet of the attacker and trip them up.

Flora communication:
Although not fully sentient, plants hold whispers from the past; little snippets of what they’ve just seen, a sort of camera to life if you like. Elizabeth can listen and see what information the plant holds... good or bad.

Wings:
Her white wings sprout from her back about halfway down. They have a wingspan of 10ft when fully extended out and are around 4’8ft in length, just shy of a foot off Elizabeth’s full height.

[b]Personality:[/b]

A smiling and loving girl, Elizabeth is as close to an angel as you can get... if you can actually crack her that is. Being confined for years doesn’t bode well for social skills of which she has lost over the years. She was once the centre of attention so school will perhaps come as a shock to her... but hopefully break her from her shell. She buries her problems so if she opens up to you... it means she likes you. She will never pry and she will often become frustrated as she always tries to please... however don’t take this as an opportunity to walk all over her... she will stand her ground where necessary.

[b]Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded):[/b] Marduk

[b]Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?:[/b] No