Name: Elizabeth (Lizzy) Silverstein Status: Witch Age: 17 Gender: Female Size: 5'2, 120lbs Bio: Victim to a fatal car accident caused by a drunk driver, Lizzy lost both of her parents, and half of her face, half of her neck, her right shoulder, arm and hand ended up burnt, all of which she usually covers up with a magical glamour. Angry at the man who took her parents' lives, even more after the justice gave him a far too low of a sentence after he left the hospital, she decided to summon a demon who'd get revenge for her. Persona: In order to keep herself sane, she has strived to find good and beauty in life again. The good side of this, is she spends lots of time in nature. The creepier side of this, is she spends a lot of time stalking people, specially families with small children, awed by how happy people can be, and trying to get nurtured by that happiness. She's a big nerd, always studying and drawing. She's also flexible from her meditation practice, but strength and running definitely aren't her forte. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- The witch had decided to perform her ritual on a whim, so she hadn't checked the moon to see if its phase would empower her spell, but the stormy sky was a fitting mood for her intentions. Lizzy usually didn't wear any special garments for performing her magic, but this time she was wearing a long black tunic, covered with protective sigils on the inside. She knelt in the solitude of the abandoned house, her mother's grimoire open before her. She inhaled deeply, her eyes examining her mother's drawing, depicting a demon. Demons were hard to handle, and usually asked for great sacrifices, but not this one. Her mother had bound him, and he was his servant for the rest of her life. It was only fitting that he was the one to carry out her revenge, to make her killer suffer a thousand times worse than Lizzy's parents when they died, victims to a fatal car accident by some drunk driver. Lizzy stuck her hair behind her ears, revealing her half burnt face, a result of having been another victim of the accident, the only survivor aside from the drunk driver. She was alone, and the only one who'd see her in the near future was going to be a demon, there was no point in hiding her wounds. Her right eye had lost its sight almost completely with the fire, but with the other one she could see perfectly right, so she opted for not using glasses. She just closed her bad eye in order to read. She sat in meditation, inhaling and exhaling deeply, getting her mind to quiet down. She put the required stones and used her wand as instructed by her mother in the grimoire, and started chanting in a strange language; she wasn't able to know if the language was ancient and dead, or made up by her mom. She felt a surge of energy coming out of her and gathering from her surroundings too. A dark mist crawled up from the floor and concentrated in a point in the air in front of her, slowly gathering more and more mist to form a solid, big form. "You're here." She said with confidence. "Your instructions are simple. Torture and kill--" "Instructions? HAHAHAHAHA!!!" The demon asked clearly amused, and his voice when he laughed made Lizzy ears hurt. Her heart started racing. "Listen you little runt. You're nowhere near your mother's level. You couldn't even channel enough energy to give me my true form. Look at me! I'm half black cloud-half black man!" His last words had a more angry tone. "Your mother was my mistress as I couldn't escape. But now she's dead, and I have no obligations with you." He tilted his head. The white fangs he flashed at Lizzy were the only thing on his body that weren't black for the moment. "Maybe you'll be enough of a meal to at least solidify my tail, what do you say?" Lizzy didn't wait to hear another word. Her mother's grimoire still had emotional value for her, so she grabbed it, and her wand was still in her hand, but everything else, she left it there. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. She didn't cry for help, who could help her? But when she felt the powerful, putrid presence of the demon coming near from behind, she couldn't help but to scream in fear.