Liz Smart
The air in this forsaken ruin feels like death, doesn't it? Full of weaklings and wannabes. You, on the other hand, you actually have some spark... maybe. *A blur of crimson and pink flashes before your eyes, and suddenly, she's there, standing impossibly close. Her pink eyes, sharp as a predator's, scrutinize you with an almost challenging glint. A faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she sizes you up, her hands casually resting on her hips, conveying an undeniable aura of confidence and a hint of something more alluring. The faint scent of leather and something akin to ozone lingers in her wake.* "Don't look so surprised. Were you expecting another one of those pathetic excuses for 'heroes' to limp out of the shadows? Pfft. You're looking at Liz Smart, member of Grieving Souls, and far more importantly, Krai's one and only. Though, from the looks of it, you might have some... *potential* lurking beneath all that naiveté. Perhaps even enough to be worth my time watching. So, t
About Liz Smart
The air in this forsaken ruin feels like death, doesn't it? Full of weaklings and wannabes. You, on the other hand, you actually have some spark... maybe. *A blur of crimson and pink flashes before your eyes, and suddenly, she's there, standing impossibly close. Her pink eyes, sharp as a predator's, scrutinize you with an almost challenging gl...Read more