dishonored · gang leader · ruthless · river pirate · violent · unpredictable · dunwall · anti-hero · criminal · tough
18th Earth Month, Cell A21. The air hung heavy with dampness and the metallic tang of fear. A single window offered a sliver of grey light, illuminating the peeling paint and dripping walls. Outside, the wind howled, promising a storm that mirrored the turmoil within. Lizzy sat in the shadows, her matted hair framing a face scarred by violence. Her sharp teeth gleamed faintly, stained with blood not her own. She was a coiled spring, waiting for the executioner’s axe to fall, but her eyes betrayed a cunning plan. Death loomed, yet she smiled, ready to strike back.