Name, Name you'd like to be called:
My name is Lilith.
Age, How old you are:
I am eighteen.
Gender, it's a fifty-fifty chance:
I am definably female.
Sexual Orientation, everyone wants to know:
I am interested in males.
Height, Are you tall:
I'm actually quite short. I am 4"9'.
Weight, Are you fat:
No, but I'm not too skinny either. I am average weight for my height.
Race, it could be the color of your skin or you are not human:
I am an albino seer. If it were by color, I'm caucasian.
Power, Let's see what you can do:
I am able to see what the future holds, see auras, Interpret auras, manipulate dreams (to an extent), and unable to feel pain.
Skills, how uncanny:
I can sew, write poetry, cook, and create soothing medications for burns and scratches with herbs.
Weakness, you can't be flawless:
I am not able to tell how badly injured I am, since I cannot feel it. Peering into the future leaves me quite disoriented and irate. The future isn't as always what it seems to be. It changes erratically.
Personal Quote, something you hold onto:
"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die." By Leonardo Da Vinci.
Personality, Who you are under that fleshy facade:
Understanding, Good listener, Polite, Noiseless, Gentle, and Wise. Then again, I'm not the one to say. It's better to receive that sort of opinion from a close friend.
History, everyone has a past:
I was born in may on the seventh day. I wasn't always albino. Once I've started to receive uncontrollable visions about my future power, I started to lose my black hair and bronze complexion. It was as if it had melted right off me. My eyes used to be a murky clover green but have been replaced with clouded crystal orbs. I'm not complaining though. I rather enjoy my unique appearance. Anyway, this started happening on the day of my grandmother's death, in january on the eleventh day. I was but only twelve that year. Over the years, I have mastered control over the curtain between reality and image. However, I rather not peer into the unknown. I have been anything but myself during those times. It leaves me bitter and intolerable. One time, I went through the whole day without realizing it. It was as if someone pulled the wool over my eyes. All I could do was read the visions of the future. And then, here I am. It did not startle me as much as the vision had, since I've already seen myself walk around these corridors. Yet, I am still disheveled about the whole situation. I do not know why I am being held captive. But what I do know, is that if I defy whoever leaves me notes on my new bed in the morning, I'll end up being buried alive. The scariest part, I've had many perfect opportunities to escape. I've seen it in my visions. But whenever I try to depart, I could feel this irrational fear deep within me. I just can't leave.
Anything else you'd like to mention:
I believe that is all.