Character Sheet: Name: Elizabeth Ann Lipschuetz Age: 18 Appearance: Elizabeth is normally dressed in plain clothing half of the time. She had brunette hair that is curly and thick. Her world is seen through the color of dark blue eyes. She is about five foot eight and not at all drop dead gorgeous. She has faint freckles across her nose and tan-ish sick. She has a faint scar on her upper right arm from a fall out of a tree as a little kid. Bio: Elizabeth, or Lizzy, grew up as the youngest child of three. Her mother, Clara, and her Father, Luis, were never well off when it came to being in the money department. Her father owned a small bakery on the down part of town and most of Lizzy's childhood was spent talking to customers in the store while her two older brothers, David and Adam went to school. As Lizzy came to the age to go to school, she was by no means popular, but did have a fair good group of friends. This is were Lizzy found her passion for writing. Most of her notebooks were filled with small parts of stories and poems that were running through her head. After graduating Elizabeth looked for a job writing for a newspaper, but found nothing put road blocks. Now that Elizabeth is 18 and looking to start her life on her own, she is finding only more road blocks as the world around her is starting to change in a dramatic and quick way. -*-*-First Post-*-*- The last leaves slowly started to fall from the trees as the chilly wind cut through the air. The colors of fall were starting to fade as the winter wind blew its way through the air. Winter was not far at all. Soon the once colorful trees would be filled with snow and the children that were looking forward to school would be waiting anxiously for the winter holiday. The world was starting to change as it did every year. The sound of the busy morning echoed through the small town as the people slowly began to wake. This was time that Elizabeth enjoyed. The moment that everything just started in the morning. It was peaceful and almost amusing to her. The way the world slowly started to stretch and rub it's eyes to the morning had always held the young woman's attention. Her blue orbs stared through the world and her lips pulled themselves into a faint smile as she walked through the small park back towards her father's bakery. Her covered hands pulled her jacket closer to her throat. Her mother's voice barking into her head. "You know how your throat will catch anything. Keep it warm!" It was her mother's barking that had forced Elizabeth out of the house in the first place in the morning. If she did not want the girl to get sick, maybe she should not get on the girl's every move. Weather it was about marriage, her endless daydreaming, to grow up. Something was always wrong with Elizabeth in her mother's eyes and her only escape was getting out and walking. As the young woman rounded the corner the sight of her father's bakery came into view. The walls of the park fence lined with campaign posters. This talk of this new found savior was getting rather annoying and Elizabeth could not wait for it all to be over. She let out a small sigh and laughed at the sight of her breath as she came closer to the bakery.