Lizzie at a Glance
“I’m okay with my crazy”
NAME: Elizabeth Corie Velnias ALIASES: Lizzie - call her Elizabeth and she’ll set you on fire. Only her mother called her that and she hates the name with a passion AGE: 28 [Born October 9th]
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her SEXUALITY: Demi
ARRIVED: February 2025
CLASS/HIERARCHY: Vice Spade OCCUPATION: Security at The Church HOUSING: Dante's Descent w/ Winnie
GOOD: Adventurous, Cheerful, Earnest
BAD: Tactless, Crazy, Destructive QUIRKS: Emotionally stunted; Lizzie tends to act far younger than she really is. She loves dying her hair different colors; Winnie jokes its to help them stay in hiding but really she just likes all the colors. Green is her current color. Her entire vibe is pastel goth. While on the run she found a black rabbit plushie and has held on to it ever since; it is her most treasured possession. Crippling claustrophobia thanks to her mother. She’s actually a very good skateboarder.
BIOGRAPHY
Lizzie was always different from the other kids. Maybe it was because there were rumors in town of her family being devil worshipers. The other children would always stare at her, whispering to one another. Sometimes they would throw rocks, calling her a demon. This was a god-fearing town after all.
Sometimes the rumors get it right. Her parents, especially Mother, cared more about their satanic group than their own daughter. And so, Lizzie was left to fend for herself, playing with her dolls quietly in her room. She always had to be quiet. Do as Mother wanted. If not, she had to stay the night in the cupboard, and Lizzie never liked that. It was dark, and scary, and full of spiders.
At nine years old things started to change. Lizzie heard voices vibrating through the walls. It kept her up late at night, unable to sleep with all the noise. On one such sleepless night, she was surprised when everything went quiet. Removing the blanket from over her head, she looked around her room and was surprised to see a small black rabbit sitting on her desk chair. Even more surprising, he began to talk to her!
Crawling out of bed, Lizzie sat on the floor as she looked up in veneration at the rabbit. They talked all through the night and for the first time since she could remember, the little girl didn’t feel alone. She now had a best friend named Petr.
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Every night for two weeks, Petr would appear in her room, and they would talk and play. Lizzie made sure to keep her voice down, so her parents wouldn’t come barging in. Petr made Lizzie felt heard. Felt loved.
They would talk about anything and everything. About how the town’s children treated her, about how her parents ignored her. Petr had an idea. She should make them pay. Teach them a lesson for being so mean. That was a great idea! Lizzie was willing to do anything Petr told her. She loved him with all her heart.
Gathering up all she could in her backpack, Lizzie said goodbye to her room one last time. Following Petr’s instructions, she set the living room curtains on fire and ran off into the night.
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The newspapers said it was a great disaster. Some loose electrical wiring had sparked a fire, and in the crisp autumn air the blaze spread. The town didn’t stand a chance. It was too small to have their own fire station. No one survived, save for a little girl found wandering down the highway alone.
She was immediately placed in a group home in the outskirts of Toronto. It was okay. The people there weren’t great, but they were still better than her parents. The other kids kept away from Lizzie, but as long as she had Petr she didn’t mind too much. Still, the next several years were lonely.
It was only when Lizzie was 13 did she finally make another friend. Winnie was new, the other kids didn’t like her either, and she didn’t think it was weird that Lizzie talked to Petr. With the other girl being a year older, she took on kind of an older sister role for Lizzie. With their strengths combined, the two decided they would rather try their chances outside the group home. Just them against the world.
For the last 14 years Lizzie, Winnie, and Petr have traveled across Canada and the US, surviving off of lying and stealing. Usually Winnie was the brains and Lizzie was the daredevil, not afraid of anything so long as she had her two best friends. Her family. There were times when things got dangerous, and Lizzie was often the first to spring into action, embracing the “kill or be killed” mentality Petr whispered to her. Sometimes she yearned to do more, to hunt instead of simple self defense for her and Winnie, but with her sister by her side Lizzie ignored those urges.
Hiraeth was their latest destination on a perpetually moving life, but Lizzie really likes all the bright colors and funny dressed people. She hopes they can stay a little longer than usual. It made her curious, excited. Even Petr felt like it was a new game for them to play.
