p e r s o n a l i t y . . . She is often perceived as shy and reserved to ridiculous heights. Along with her face covered, she is mute and speaks using a notepad and pencil.
However, when she warms up to you, she often shows a side that’s rebellious, sarcastic, and surprisingly perverted. She’s good at keeping her other side in check.
She is also clumsy, which infuriates her to no end.
c r u s h . . . TBA
d a n g e r l e v e l . . . A four. Although she would never willingly use her ability, if she gets desperate enough in a fight...
[b]a s p i r a t i o n s . . . She just wants to meet someone who can understand her (literally), romantic or not.
d o m i n a n t e m o t i o n . . . Calm
q u i r k s / o d d i t i e s . . . If she runs out of room on her notepad, or gets impatient, she uses sign language.
s k i l l s . . . She seems to have a natural instinct as to what’s bothering people, whether it’s pain or feelings. Otherwise, she has a good aim.
f i v e g o o d t r a i t s . . . Calm, Collected, Observant, Rebellious, and Patient.
f i v e b a d t r a i t s . . . Timid, Shy, Clumsy, Boring, and a bit of a Slow Thinker.
l i k e s
♥ Reading
♥ Helping Others
♥Alone Time
d i s l i k e s
✘ Loud, crowded places
✘ Stupid/Mean people
✘ People in pain
s e x u a l i t y . . . She hasn’t really thought about it (Bisexual)

a v e r a g e c l o t h i n g . . . Here
k e e p s a k e s . . . Her notepad, a pencil (she always seems to find a new one when she needs it).
w e a p o n . . . Poison darts

b i o . . . Lyric Manning was never exactly a boisterous child. As soon as she was aware of her ability, she strove to use it the least amount possible. Therefore, she became mute. It frustrated her teachers and any friends she might’ve already had, and she was quickly isolated. She was only too happy to sink into the wall and let others live out their lives and drama. The way she sees it is that if she can see what people do and the consequences, she won’t have to make the same mistake.
Among the group of rebels, she often feels like others’ rock, even if she’s one of the youngest. She is known for her ability to be the shoulder everyone cries on or their rock, unchanging. She has no desire to ever be the center of attention, or really do anything. She’s happy to be the supporting character in others’ lives, and she does a good job of it. While she has a heightened sense of empathy, her sense of self is practically nonexistent. If her friends are in danger, she’d take the bullet without a second thought. Although she’s shy, she doesn’t care much about her safety.
o n e g r e a t e s t f e a r . . . Speaking
o n e g r e a t e s t s e c r e t . . . Her ability. She’d rather have people believe she doesn’t have one.
t h e m e s o n g . . .
This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Now how many days in a year
She woke up with hope
But she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
Now how many days disappear
When you look in the mirror
So how do you choose

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this shit day after day
Now how did we wind up this way
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose
Now how do we get there today
When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

[Guitar solo]

Well your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Whose pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
When she smiles!

-- "Absolutely (The Story Of A Girl)" by Nine Days
o t h e r . . . N/A