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Nights Bar and Grill(Open Posting, read ooc)

A skinny, blue haired girl stumbles into the bar, her wild, unkempt mop hidden underneath a floppy, dark gray beanie. She had a red and black flannel shirt tied around her waist, when it was supposed to be covering up her sleeves of tattoos and her dingy gray Misfits tank-top. She also had on her charcoal colored skinny jeans and her black and white converse high tops, her typical attire for work. "Sorry I'm late." She said to Tyler, already at work behind the grill. The smell of food, it was damn near intoxicating, especially to a girl who spent nearly three years on the open road, not a bite to eat. She grabbed up her apron, tying it tight, and clocked in, ambling towards the back room where she always cut up produce before the lunch rush.

Nights Bar and Grill(Open Posting, read ooc)

Just gonna leave this here

"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."

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@Otaku95 *was totally not implying anything thar* >.> <.<

Living Life As A Supernatural (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Letmehaveone2 But...but I just got heeeeerrrreeee!!!!! DX

Okies, g'night!

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

There! I posted finally! Was it a good post? Eh....I guess. Now if you'll excuse me-

*slams head against keyboard repeatedly*

Living Life As A Supernatural (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Demonic Angel

Eh, s'all good. ^___^ I am gonna need some more coffee though. O___o

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@Otaku95

~"I believe so."~ Asuka added with a soft giggle. ~"But honestly they're so trivial. Everyone knows the true reason for the four schools of swordsmanship. To train the future warriors to face whatever may come, though, I do hope these times of peace continue."~ Peace...well...peace for the rest of the country. There was still war afoot however between the two families, Hanazono and Itagaki. Would there ever be true peace? Would the violent vendetta between her and Tohru's families ever end...or...would it just consume more and more innocent lives like the hungry beast it had become, it's ravenous hunger never satiated?

Ugh! Enough of that! She had to get her mind away from it. At least an adorable girl like Ryuko gave her an excuse. ~"Say, Ryuko-chan, isn't your dorm and mine on the same floor?"~ Rather sly she inquired.

@sassy1085

"Umm...Rin-san." Tohru mumbled to her. "I don't think she understands Japanese."

Living Life As A Supernatural (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

I get home and there's posts....so many fucking posts.... *dies*

Living Life As A Supernatural (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Whitewind

♪ Well fortune favors not the young. Spoken words and songs unsung...right.

I never learn from my mistakes. I guess I don't have what it takes...right. ♪

For a moment she was at peace, glancing out the windows at the cars and people passing her by without a second glance, sipping on her coffee and nibbling a bit off her sandwich, the only food she's had in a while...though...she didn't have the money to pay for it.

The ding of the bell above the door caught her attention, drawing her crimson gaze towards the entrance. Her again.... A vacant scowl crossing her lips parting with a sigh. She sat down in front of Evelyn, the girl really paying her no mind as she lit up another cigarette and took a drag off it, nonchalantly exhaling a wisp of smoke with yet another sigh. "Hmm...real death seeker, aren't you?" She muttered. "You wouldn't be the first to say I was...well...dangerous." She whispered, as if the very word was a shot of pain in her chest, dangerous.