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Lizzie Allaway

"None of this is my fault..."

0 · 758 views · located in A humble town in the United States.

a character in “They Opened The Book”, as played by XEndlessX

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Elasaid(Elizabeth) | Leagsaid(Alexandra) Allaway |
Oath of god | Defender Of Man | From a Scottish place name derived from alla "wild" and mhagh "field".

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Image[ Name ]
Elasaid Leagsaid Allaway
“Don’t ask why my names are weird… something to do with Scotish heritage”

[ Nicknames/Aliases ]
Lizzie
Liz
Lizzy
Lexi
"Don't... Call me by my real name...”

[ Age ]
17
"Look older don't I?”

[ Gender ]
Female
"No shit Sherlock ..”

[ Sexuality ]
Hetroflexible
"I'm straight but shit happens”

[ Love Interest ]
None
"Umm...”

[ Role ]
High School Student
"...”

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[ Hair Color ]
Black

[ Eye Color ]
Red
"I think it's a genetic defect or something...”

[ Skin Tone ]
Fair
"Don't go out in the sun... I get heat rash”

[ Height ]
5 foot 4
"Pretty average I guess”

[ Weight ]
61kg
"Does it matter?”

Scent:
Tea | Due to Lizzy's tea drinking habits probably. It it usually more of a refreshing scent like green tea.

[ General Description ]
Lizzie is a pale-fair skinned girl with very long black hair about waist length, worn up in long pigtails with two-piece black and blue ribbons. Her bangs are neatly combed, framing her face and she has very noticeable red eyes. She has many facial expressions, varying from serious to a silly grin. Though she thinks of herself as a serious person, not showing any emotions where as in reality her face often reflects her current mood. As for her attire and clothing style… you could certainly say it is unique. She prefers clothes that are definitely out of the norm and usually decorated with bows or frills. Normally she would war a dress or a skirt with long stockings. Depending on her mood she may wear more revealing clothing or may cover up entirely, though that is quite a rare thing.
"What's on the outside shouldn't matter... I'm good looking anyway”

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[ Likes ]
Sweets | Lizzy has such a sweet tooth and really she would eat anything with a high sugar content
"I don't... Yeah... I eat a lot...”

Tea | She loves any type of tea and has a different tea for nearly every day of the month
"There's just so much a variety”

Animals | Any animal. She just loves how cute they all are
"Just don't go around telling everyone”

Helping people | Lizzie hates seeing people in any type of distress. Be it something major or something small like lending a pen
"Don't you dare even utter a word of that to anyone”

Music | Almost all music and although Lizzie can't play any instruments herself she enjoys watching others
"It's so beautiful and expressive”

Cities | Although she isn't a people person Lizzie enjoys large cities and the busy traffic that comes with them.
"There is no logical explanation to why I like cities”


[ Dislikes ]
xBeing told what to do | A very rebellious streak
"No one tells me what to do”

x Pain | She's not very tolerant of it and when she's in any kind of pain she finds it hard to concentrate on other things
"Honestly, you have no idea...”

x Coffee | It's too stong a taste for her
"I just prefer tea is all.”

xDiets | She hates being on diets as she cant eat the sweets she wants to
"I don't diet often, just after I gained too much weight”

x Driving | Though she is generally quite good at it and passed on her first try it's too stressful for her
"I feel like one wrong move would kill someone...”


[ Weaknesses ]
Someone needing help | Even if it's someone who may not deserve it Lizzy can't sit idly by
"Shut up about that already!”

Lying | She doesn't lie at all. Brutal honesty is rarely a good thing
"It's not nice to lie anyway”

Pain | Lizzie's pain tolerance is extremely low, even a paper cut is enough to hurt her. Usually she would suffer in silence though.
"I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear me complaining about a paper cut”

Expressing herself | She finds it difficult to express her feelings towards others. She may hate someone and act like she loves them or vice versa.
"Yeah, I get really awkward a lot of the time”

[ Fears ]
-Not being able to save someone | It's an awfully strange fear but Lizzy can't stand the thought of someone getting hurt emotionally or physically when she could have helped.

-Heights | It actually would make her nauseous being more than ten feet off the ground

[ Skills ]
French | Lizzie is actually fluent in French, having lived there from a young age.

Memory | Of course having a photographic memory is pretty useful

Problem solving | This is perhaps because of her photographic memory but perhaps not. Lizzy has always excelled at most puzzles and problems.

Determination | Once her heart is set on something there's no point trying to stop her

Quirks:
Chewing | Yep, Liz is one of those people who chew the ends of their pencil or pen. It's not just that, rubbers, cutlery, sports bottles, earphone wires, anything small really. Most of the time it's a subconscious thing bit sometimes when she's nervous she may do it.

Curling toes | When Liz gets comfortable she has a tendency to curl her toes in and out constantly, like a cat would do with it's claws


[ Hobbies ]
~Taking care if animals | Lizzy often visits the animal centre to spend time with homeless animals and has a good few adopted ones in her house

~Photography | Her collection of photos is mostly animals and landscapes. She carries her camera everywhere, always ready to snap a few photos.

~Puzzle solving | This isn't limited to just puzzles, she also enjoys games such as chess.

~Doing charity work | Surprisingly Lizzy volunteers for different charity work every Saturday be it for a homeless charity, a cancer based charity or one for animals.

[ Personality ]
| Cynical | Easily Embarassed | Kind | Adventurous |
From first impressions Liz is extremely cynical and sharp tongued, not afraid to answer back to anyone. She often uses strong language in both English and French. A lot of the time she is quick to judge people and goes by gut feeling a lot of the time. So if she seems not to like you it was probably just first impressions. That being said she is good at judging, in the sense that her first thoughts are often accurate. Few are to prove her wrong in her first guesses and those who have... Well she makes up excuses as to why her judgements were not accurate, hating being wrong. When she is she gets quite annoyed and either denies saying such things or makes somewhat pathetic excuses to why she may have thought that. This is a reason why getting into an argument with Lizzy is a bad idea. She won't back down until the other admits defeat or she is presented with solid facts as to why she is wrong, even then she may continue to argue. This means, to some, she may be hard to get along with and many get fed up with her head strong personality before they really get to know her.

Despite her initial cold attitude Lizzy can become quickly flustered. Normally by small things. Really she can take all the insults you could throw at here and brush them off like they were nothing. The thing that gets her most embarrassed is others being grateful or thankful for things she does for them. Even a quick thank you is enough to make her feel awkward and get her blushing. Normally she would just pretend it never happened or claim it was nothing and she only did it for self gain or 'to stop you complaining'. Another thing that would get her flustered is someone claiming to be her friend. Because of her cold attitude she tends to repel people and never ends up being close to anyone. Most people to her are mere acquaintances and if anyone admits to being more than that she'd not even be able to look at them for a good while. One thing she would never do is admit herself to having a friend. She'd constantly deny it or think up ways why they aren't friends which is usually her clutching at straws. Deep down she knows she only does this so she doesn't have to fear the worst.

She hates being called nice or generous in anyway. This is something only those who know her well would say as she tries to act uncaring when really she is quite the opposite. Liz is always willing to help anyone, even a complete stranger with almost anything. It is her belief that everyone should be happy no matter what and she sees helping others is a way of making herself and others happy. This is another thing she would never admit doing. Often she helps others anonymously or through a third person and when neither work she will help personally but always claims it's for herself not for anyone else, hating to seem like a kind or generous person, thinking that she seems weak. It's also her belief that to get places and to get things done you have to put yourself first, she does hide her kindness because of this too.

She probably inherited her adventurous side from her parents and although she usually doesnt show it she enjoys doing new things. One thing she ates is routine. It annoys her having to do the same thing over and over be WIP
"Don't. Tell. A. Single. Soul.”

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[ Family ]

Mason Allaway | Father | 46
Quite humerous, never takes anything seriously and is always joking and lazing around. Really laid back.

Megan Allaway(Matthews) | Mother | 45
Laid back and quite trusting, allows Liz to do near enough whatever she wants within reason.


[ Bio ]
Lizzy's parents were childhood sweethearts. They'd known each other since middle school when they had to represent their national heritage. They appeared to be the only two that had heritage from Scotland in their year and that's how they met and have been in love ever since. After high school they went their separate ways. Her father trained to be a surgeon, her mother became a language teacher, teaching French, Spanish and German. They only met again because of a high school reunion and it was only then did they realise how much they had missed each other.
Both her parents were always rather adventurous, loving to move around and try new things, getting easily bored of the same settings. They began to travel the world together, going to every country they could and touring around it. They would stay in a country for a year tops, finding jobs where they could. That was until Paris 1998. Liz wasn't exactly planned and at first her parents were extremely worried about the future. Their best choice was to take a break from the travelling. They settled down in a small village outside Calais. For Megan it was fine, she was near enough fluent in French. Mason struggled at first but with Megan's help he soon had working knowledge of the language just in time for the birth of Lizzy. She was named after her grandmothers Elizabeth Allaway and Alex Matthews. Her parents decided it would be different if they used the Scottish versions of her names, the heritage the reason they ended up together.
The family stayed in France longer than they expected. Lizzy grew up learning both French and English, most english coming from her father who still didn't know as much French as he should. At the age of eight Mason and Megan decided to move back to America, running low on money due to Mason's language problem as he was unable to find a good enough job.
Of course Liz did have an accent but that was soon lost but she still know the language well.
From a young age Liz was always kind and generous willing to help out anyone, being her parents teachings. Soon enough she realised that not everyone was like this and to get places you had to be selfish and not give up your time for someone else. Liz could never bring herself to.. WIP

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So begins...

Lizzie Allaway's Story

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Image Lizzy was only in the door when she remembered the library book. She had spent her whole afternoon at the animal rescue centre helping out. There was the new cat that everyone had started naming Hudini because of his ability to escape every single cage he had been put into. Lizzy's whole job was helping the rest of the staff locate Hudini and find somewhere to keep him where he couldn't make another vanishing act. This had inevitably ended up with Lizzy running around the centre trying to catch the little minx. Not only that but he didn't exactly like people so Lizzy had the trouble of avoiding his razor sharp, uncut claws. Of course she didn't escape unscathed but compared to the others helping her she got off lightly. She really was determined not to get herself hurt. Thankfully one of the cleaners had a pad lock handy and they had ended up using that to lock Hudini in his cage for the night. Liz had a sneaking suspicion he was in more cramped cages before he came to the centre. He had also taken a liking to the pillow he was provided.

Anyway, when Lizzy got home, later than she had expected, the first thing she did was collapse on her bed. Chasing a cat around proved to be quite tiring. Not even her own energetic cat, Lucy, ran around that much. Besides Lucy was well trained, if she was called she would obey. Providing she was in a good mood. Lizzy was just about to call the tabby cat when she just so happened to glance over to her bedside table.

"Oh shit..." she muttered quietly, not attempting to move just staring, half in disbelief at the two tattered books sitting in the table.
Sarah, the librarian, who happened to be a friend of Liz's, wouldn't be too happy if Liz returned the books late for the sixth time. On top of that the library was closing in what, half an hour? She sat up abruptly. She'd have to go by car to get there. Her mum was at work and her dad, well he was basically glued to the sofa at this time of night, which meant she was going to have to drive. God, she hated driving. There was no other choice though.

"Dad! Where's the keys!?" she called, half jumping down the stairs.
"Donno, coat pocket maybe," he muttered with a full mouth. Probably those home made 'fortune cookies', if that's what you could call them. Mason's cooking rarely went according to plan despite him considering himself a master chef.
Liz didn't even have to check the coat pocket to know they weren't there. Instead she opened the drawer where the cutlery was kept, finding the keys in the 'miscellaneous' part of the drawer.

She shut it forcefully, rushing to the front door.
"You find 'em?" her dad asked, hearing the door open from the sitting room.
"Yeah! No thanks to you!" she yelled, hurrying out to the car, slamming the front door behind her.
Her dad's car was a pretty decent BMW from the looks of it. Inside was a different matter. The only place you could actually sit without having to be on a pile if rubbish was the drivers seat. Liz had even done him a favour and cleaned it a few weeks ago. The first week was fine, then it got progressively more cluttered.

She pulled out of the driveway before stopping, shutting of the engine and jumping out of the car. Running back to the house and flinging the door open.
"Books," she mumbled,"Forgot the books."

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ImageIn the forest by the small village of Allorae strolled a stranger. This stranger, dressed in red, was particularly famished. Yes, Fiona Rae was desperate for a soul to consume. At this point, she didn't care what kind of soul she was to consume. Crippled, unripe, burnt; she couldn't care less. A soul was a soul.

Speaking of souls... Fiona's eyes seemed to sparkle as she laid her eyes on an approaching stranger. An old man, who was carrying a heavy looking package. A plump old man, Fi observed. Perhaps a bit too plump. Ah, but what was she thinking? A soul was a soul. And this soul was no exception. Dare, whose eyes were still sparkling, smiled as she began skipping over to the unfortunate soul. A sweet smile crept upon her lips as she called out to him, "Sire! You look awfully tired. Do you need help with that heavy package of yours?"

Just as the old man was about to respond, Fiona felt something tug on the back of her dress. Her head whirled around, eyes expecting to find someone behind her. Alas, there was no one. She sought to blame her imagination... Right before the pull grew stronger. Genuinely suspicious, she fully turned around, only to face air. The moment she took a step forward to investigate the disturbance further, a sudden force pulled the whole of her creation forward. Before she knew what was going on, she slammed face first into a wall composed of solid stone. The world swirled for a split second, though it didn't take long for Fiona to regain her composure... And it didn't take long for to lose it again, realization that this world was not exactly hers.

"Woah, wait a second--- wait --- w-what in hell?!"



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ImageAvaline Harp took a deep breath in order to suppress her excitement as she started toward Allorae's library, her hopes set on the case she and her partner were about to pursue. According to the town's residents, mysterious murders had been occurring as of late. Apparently the victims bared no typical murder symptoms; no stab-wounds, no blue lips, nothing usual, only abnormal lightening of skin. This particular case thrilled Avaline, for she hadn't run into an interesting case in quite a while. For a while, she depended on lengthy books and keen observations performed on the side in order to entertain herself. All of these distractions from work were growing quite tiresome. She didn't have the time to mess around. She had to keep up with all of her cases.

So, now that her case was her entertainment, she was quite jubilant that day.

So jubilant, in fact, that she didn't believe anything could increase her excitement. Yet she was wrong. Though she usually hated being wrong, in this particular case, she did not mind.

It all started with a slight tug. It was as if someone were pulling on the back of her dress. Curious, she turned her head to see who it was. Part of her thought it was Zen (who she was meeting at the library), her partner, but it appeared to be no one. Her head tilted to the side. Perhaps a demon with the power of invisibility was messing with her? Not that she minded, of course. What she minded was not knowing. Not knowing who was tugging on her dress, to be exact. She considered asking who it was when the tug turned into a pull. Avaline then reached out to see if she could touch who was pulling on her dress, but was taken by surprise as the pull increased dramatically. She watched as the scene around her shifted, colors swirled, and new surroundings introduced themselves, all within a few seconds.

A breathless gasp escaped Avaline's lips as she was thrust into this unfamiliar setting. She hit the ground with a loud thump, though thankfully through quick thinking her shoulder took the brunt of the hit instead of her face. Of course, nothing could be done to stop the sense of pain that radiated throughout her body via impact with the ground. And nothing could be done to quell the indescribable feeling of intrigue that coursed through her veins as she admired the new world around her.




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Lizzies whole car journey consisted of her apologising over and over to other drivers and pedestrians who couldn’t hear her. It wasn’t that she was a bad driver or screwed up or anything. Driving just made her so nervous every slight thing she did seemed like a mistake. If she breached too early, if she didn’t change gear at the precise moment the list went on. So you can imagine how relieved she was that the journey was over. Perhaps she should just leave the car and walk home. Her dad could probably pick up the car tommorow morning, the walk wouldn't kill him.

Liz grabbed the books before pulling the key from the ignition and getting out of the BMW, locking it behind her. She still had a good few minutes before the library shut but that didn't stop her running it, which didn't probe to be easy in high heels.

Of course Liz wore heels, it not only made her look taller but she had to admit they looked pretty good on her. Obviously they weren't all that easy to walk in but no pain no gain. The heels weren't even that painful, it was just poor Lizzy's low pain tolerance that made them seem so bad. Though she had seen girls wear higher and shivered at the thought of having to wear those and coming home with the feet cut off her.

As she walked into the library no one seemed to be around and she silently put the books on the front desk, double chking to see that no one would see her laving without returning the books without getting someone to scan them. It wasn't that she didn't want to wait or to put them where she got them. Liz didn't want anyone to know she returned them late. Well of course they would know but she was to tired for explainations, even if the books were brought back on time.

Sighing slightly she left the library, looking behind her to make sure there was still no one there. It was a stupid thing to be paranoid over but that's Lizzy for you. She had totally given up on taking the car back home with her and had in fact, decided on walking.

Liz only managed to get a few steps down the street before she heard a hell of a lot of angry yelling coming from an alleyway somewhere near her. Liz was compelled to go and help whoever seemed to be in trouble. Well at least he sounded like he was in trouble.

"WHY YOU-“ As she approached what the male voice was screaming about became more apparent. Well whate he was saying became more apparent. There seemed to be some type of struggle going on and Liz was about to barge right in when there was a bright light from the alley followed by a loud bang. As she got nearer to the entrance she saw that some sort of mist was beginning to form. It wasn’t thick enough to stop her recognising two figures, well one of them anyway. Jared was they only one whose name she could place although the other did look familiar. Herself and Jared had met a few times before, mostly at the cafe where he worked. From past experiences she could at least say the two didn’t exactly get along well together.

“Hey! What the hell’s going on?!” she yelled, the mist thickening quite rapidly so now she could;t even see two feet in front of her.

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Damn, that hurt. Lifting his face off the ground, Jared winced as he gingerly felt his nose. It didn't seem broken or bleeding, which was good, but... Embarrassing, to fall over like that just because of a cat. Jared could feel his face flush at the memory, but tried to shove it away. The situation had gone weird with the unnatural bright light and fog, he had to focus on that instead of his own actions. What the hell happened?!

No wait, something else was more important right now. "Lok?" Jared asked anxiously, squinting through the fog. He could see a blurred figure, but that was it. "Lok, are you ok?" Oh man, his friend had better not be dead...

Someone answered him, but the voice was too feminine to be Lok. Who-

"Liz?!" Jared stood up quickly, pain forgotten in his surprise. "The heck are you doing here?!" For a moment, Jared considered her to be the one who did this as a prank, but quickly ruled it out. He didn't know her very well apart from work and school (thank goodness), but she didn't seem the type to play a prank on them like this.

"Heck if I know what's going on," he said, irritation replacing the surprise in his tone and hiding the anxiety and uneasiness Jared felt. He shuffled in his pouch and pulled out a flashlight with a mental sigh of relief that quickly changed into a mental curse when he flicked the switch and no light appeared. Batteries must have died. Dammit. Slipping it back into his pocket, Jared squinted into the fog and tried to think of what to do.

He didn't have any clue what was going on, where the fog had come from or what the hell just happened. What Jared did know was that Liz was on the scene and maybe near the edge of the fog since she hadn't been with them, Lok and himself were probably in the middle of it, and they couldn't see an inch in front of them thanks to said fog, which at least seemed to be breathable in.

And even worse, they had no clue who did this, or why. Jared tried not to think about poison or sleeping gas or kidnappers or terrorists and took a deep breath instead, trying to calm the worry and anxiety piling up like lead in his stomach.

"Get out of here, I don't think it's safe," he said at last, reaching out to fumble his way around. Focus on getting everyone to safety first. "I'll see where Lok is and meet up with you afterwards."

Dangerous (and foolish) it might be, but Jared wasn't going to leave until everyone had gotten out of this situation. His hands outstretched, Jared shuffled forwards inch by inch, heading towards what was hopefully the spot where Lok has been standing before everything went to hell.