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name : elizabeth marie king
date of birth : january 14
place of birth : baltimore, maryland
gender : female
sexuality : bisexual
racial origin : chinese - american
family : marjorie king (mother, status unknown), andrew king (father, alive)face - claim : kelsey asbille personality/attitude : elizabeth has a laid - back, chill attitude and appears fairly approachable. elizabeth falls for people far too easily as a result of her issues with her family and the way she perceives love. she's very forgiving as well.
favourites/likes : records, ballet, working, her own home, making new friends.
most hated/dislikes : her father, her mothers disappearance.
goals/ambitions : to become a script writer and move out of her town and old memories.
strengths : elizabeth is a brilliant writer. when she was a child, she took art lessons and won a few awards for her art.
weaknesses : cigarettes, people mentioning her father.
fears : her father, going missing like her mother.
most instructive/painful/memorable experience : when she was 14. the morning after when she and her father found out her mother had gone missing, and was declared presumably dead.
occupation : part - time nurse at the local old - age home, taking classes to learn how to become a good writer.

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elizabeth's family wasn't perfect. as a child, she knew her parents hated each other — hell, they told each other that everyday.she thought it wouldn't get worse, with the constant bickering and yelling and crying, but it did.because one october afternoon, she woke up to an empty house, save for the quiet snores of her father.wait, that wasn't right. her mother — where was her mother? why wasn't she making a sound?three hours later and the house is surrounded by police. her fathers taken away, but he returns three hours later." she's run away, ", they tell her. " she was tired of all of the fighting. "two years later. a glass bottle is thrown, shattering against the wall where elizabeth's head was two seconds ago.since her mothers disappearance, her father delved into drinking as a coping mechanism, and the drugs were soon to follow. everyday she'd come home to the rotten smell of stale breath, dirty laundry and dishes, and the burden of having to dispose of the leftover cocaine on their coffee table." fucking HELL, " she screams, to which the dazed man snaps." don't you DARE swear at me, you little shit. " a finger lifts up, pointing at the girl who's backing away from his approaching figure." i'm calling the fucking police. i can't live here anymore and you know it! you don't care about me! you don't care about anyone but yourself. look at you! you're pathetic! " she shouts at him return, picking up the landline.it's roughly torn from her grasp, and tossed aside, a yellow toothed sneer appearing in her line of sight. " you can't leave. you need me to keep you alive. you depend on me for survival, "scoffing, she brushed past him, heading towards her bedroom to retrieve the bag she'd packed for herself in case something like this happened. " no, you need me to keep you alive. i hope you die of alcohol poisoning when i'm not here to take care of you. "ignoring the screaming and the name calling that was thrown at her, elizabeth collected the rest of her belongings, stuffing them into her pockets before heading down the stairs and out of her childhood home, never to return, not to her home, not to baltimore. she left town, and ever looked back.

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the writer uses the name ʿ sonora ʾ, and goes by she / her pronouns .she is nineteen years of age ( meaning she will not ship with minors ) .she's always welcome to plotting and rping ( banter , crack , serious , sls, anything ! ) . dms are open !she's also a university student , and her schedule is sometimes very packed . she will do her best to respond as soon as possible .