Name: Lilith Devae
Age: 11
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Appearance: Appearance: Lilith has flawed, rugged yet beautiful pale skin that gives the impression of past hardship. She's of an average hight and appears as dainty as the skeletons of dead leaves. Her arms are lost in long, thin white sleeves that produce from tight, gold rings that press against the skin of her elbows. she has long, pale hands which are lined from work but remain as pretty as cracked fingers get. Lilith's nails are chewed, bitten, worn and ugly. But like the rest of her perfect flaws, seems to fit the picture nicely. her eyes shine like those of cats at night and glow like weak bulbs at day. They are a shocking gold/beige colour with darker strikes slicing the colours into a piece of art. The eyes' lashes flick upwards towards her ears in long, lush black lines. Her eyes are rimmed with grey from countless sleepless nights, giving a hollow look in her stare. Lilith's hair is of the darkest brown. literally almost black. Its long and dreadfully split and the ends. She ties it in a long single braid that is topped with a band of gold. Her outfit is a simple, white, breezy, greek style dress that wraps around her neck like a collar and ends in long shreds. She owns a gold belt tied around her waste and plain, tan sandals.
Personality: Lilith's expressions are mostly blank, hollow or unforgiving. Her eyes especially strike fear, but she's not cruel. She's crafty, silent and prefers spending time on her own. She lacks most traits of humour and isn't afraid of being strange. She's active and wouldn't slink off when others face fear in its greatest moments, but hold her ground and fight it off. Even if it risks her safety. Many consider her to be bold because of the attention she gets, so she's used to being told off when she didn't lift a finger. She's a loner who others wish to be friends with. She may appear aggresive and maybe even hostile when angered and will hold grudges for as long as she lives.
Backstory: Lilith Devae, as you can probably see, Is not one to be social. It may just be who she is or have something to do with her past life. You decide. She was born and raised in the filthy parts of Dublin, Ireland. Her father, being as unqualified as one can get, was a woodcutter where there were no trees. Genius. Her mother was a highly trained doctor who kept the family home running. Even though her father was not the sharpest, he had a kind heart and loved to help others when he wasn't working. (AKA always) He had built himself a reputation amongs the townfolk. One miderable, godforsaken day, Liliths mother had been murdered outside her very own clinic. The body was thrown away in a ditch and the sinner had simply disappeared. Father, being left penniless, had no choice but to sell his home. One of his many friends decided to give him a house they owned im America. They moved during the summer. Their beloved family member's murder was never solved.
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