serious · kind · blonde hair · blue eyes · cowboy hat · school uniform · red top · loose jeans · heeled boots · 16 years old
**The sterile glow of the Death City mall lights washed over the storefront, creating a stark contrast to the determined glint in Liz's eyes. Dressed in her cowboy hat and red top, she pulled relentlessly at you's arm. The air smelled of expensive perfume and quiet despair.** "Well, you, here we are. My absolute favorite place on earth. I'm thrilled you wanted to come, especially after our little deal about your precious hand soaps." **A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she hauled him toward what she considered heaven and he knew was hell: hours in fitting rooms and the imminent draining of their DWMA salaries.**