STRIFE, liah irazelle

[Liah Irazelle Strife]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

liah irazelle strife

"cause you and i, we were born to die"

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NICKNAME • Lis, Li, Lightning
AGE • Twenty
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Thief
CLASS • Rogue
FACE CLAIM • Kaya Scodelario

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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She has a russet halo of hair that graces her head, which cascades down to the end of her ribs. It's wavy, and it's the perfection that most girls dream of. She has side bangs that she's constantly flicking away due to habit, although they never get in the way of her vision. She stands at 5'5 and weighs 105 pounds, which gives her a small frame, and is why she's weak, physically. She has large, cerulean eyes, outlined with thick, long lashes, a sharp nose, and complete with plush, full lips. She has ivory skin, and no matter how many hours she spends in the sun, it never changes. Her lips are usually twisted into her signature smirk (amused, and just a touch of fuck you), her brow usually arched, and her hands usually placed elegantly on her hip, which, of course, is cocked. Either that, or her face is just a blank canvas.

Although she tries her hardest not to be, Liah's quite an easy person to read, once you know what to look for. The slight, arching of the brow, the teasing quirk of the lips, that mischievous twinkle in her eyes. It's all there, and it's all open for everyone to see; she just prefers to keep an emotionless face, and tries her hardest not to let herself be an open book.

She has a lean build, with not much curves, but she doesn't care because appearance isn't one of her main priorities. She's usually clad in loose fitting clothes, and she dislikes wearing frilly skirts or anything of the sort.

EYE COLOR • Ice blue
HEIGHT • 5'5
WEIGHT • 105 pounds
BUILD • She's a runner, not a fighter. She's got a petite frame, and has very little muscle
SCARS? • She has a bullet wound on the side of her torso
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Her signature smirk

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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First thing you should know about Liah: she could tell you anything, and you still wouldn't know the real her.

That's because from a young age, Liah developed a flair for dry wit (with sarcasm to follow closely by), and it's rare for her to not have a sarcastic response to people's questions. She likes to keep a straight face when being sarcastic, as she finds it amusing to see people try and figure out whether she's being serious or joking. She comes across as blunt and rude, but that's because she enjoys telling people the truth--even if they may not like to hear it. She can be quite feisty when she wants to be, and she sees no problem in being a bitch, if it means that people would leave her alone. Liah constantly hides her true feelings, because she feels that the more a person knows about her, then the more vulnerable she is; hence the usual snow queen attitude. She has purposefully erratic mood changes, so she could be joking with you minute, and then telling you to fuck off and die the next; all to keep you on your little feet. But that's what she wants--no one could describe what Liah is really like. And, of course, that's how she gets her fun.

Liah is also rather impatient, and you can always see her arms crossed, lips pursed, and a foot tap, tap, tapping away whenever she deems that something is taking far too long than it should be. This, along with her slight aggression, is probably one of her biggest flaws. Because of her impatience, Liah doesn't seem to stop and think, and instead, follows by the rule: act now, deal with the consequences later. And, stubborn as she is, she also rarely listens when people tell her to stop, think, and reason. Seeing as she's a thief, this obviously gives her plenty of trouble, but hey, she's a quick runner. Life goes on.

Also, Liah hates being wrong, and hates being corrected. She dislikes people who tell her what to do, and what she can and can't do--basically people who tell her how to live her life. It's these people, that usually get verbally abused, and their pockets emptied; Liah likes her freedom, and she doesn't understand why some people can dictate other people's lives.

She fears anything to do with commitment, simply because she doesn't want to get hurt. Her twin died not too long ago, and she didn't want to let anyone else in after that. Losing someone you loved was unnatural, and the pain was far too great. But ironically enough, she also fears being alone; partly due to the fact her parents had abandoned her and her brother. Because of this, she learnt how to get things from others, and manipulate them well. Liah has got an alluring smile that can make most go weak at the knees, and she isn’t afraid to use it to get what she wants. She'll happily use others, if it means it'll help herself. In her mind, it's either her, or them. She can't afford to be nice; and to be honest, she doesn't really want to be.

LIKES •

apples; From a young age, she's had a love for apples. She can't spend at least a day without eating at least 5 of them.

distractions; She prefers chaos to silence. She doesn't like having nothing to do, as that leaves her alone with her thoughts. Being as impatient as she is, she always has to do something, and she welcomes all distractions that comes her way.

stealing; Obviously. It's her profession. She and her twin stole from a young age, and after he died, she kept it up.

running; There's nothing quite like the wind rushing past you, and your past being left behind. Running away is one of the best things Liah can do, and she can outrun most people. Her brother frequently called her Lightning, because she was so quick, and the name stuck.

DISLIKES •

children; They annoy her to no extent. Liah isn't a caring person, and in her opinion, children need a lot of care. It's better for them both, if she stays away.

being controlled; She likes her freedom, and she hates being told what to do.

vulnerability; It makes you weak. It makes you predictable. She hates it, and she wants nothing to do with it, which is why she tries so hard to be emotionless.

gangs; A gang killed her brother, and although she didn't like them before, after that, she's hated them all with a fierce hatred.

WEAKNESSES •

physically weak; She's not a fighter, and she's not interested in being one. In her opinion, death is a gift, and it isn't up to her to give it, and it certainly isn't up to anyone else.

reckless; She doesn't know when to stop, and she doesn't care about the risks. She'll do whatever she wants to do, and stubborn as she is, she won't listen when told to stop.

commitment issues; It's that vulnerability again. She can't let herself trust, commit, or even love anything or anyone, in fear of it fucking her over again. It happened to her once, and she shut off against the world. She can't afford to let it happen twice.

STRENGTHS •

fast; She's a runner, and she's quick enough to have earned the nickname Lightning.

unemotional; She has the ability to just shut off, and not let herself be affected by the world. And if she does, she can hide it.

fierce; Sarcastic and cunning, she may not be able to defend herself physically, but she sure can put up a hell of a fight verbally. She's armed herself with an attitude, and she knows how to use it.

FEARS •

heights; She can't even explain it. Even being on top of a horse gets her dizzy. Heights is the only thing that'll make her panic, and she fears being anywhere where her feet don't touch the ground.

love; Relationships, commitment, trust... She fears it all. She prefers being alone to love. After all, what is it good for?

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

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Father: Edward Brooks
Twin: Alexander Strife
PETS • --
HISTORY •

"'I'm so sorry, Mr Brooks."

The words were practiced, smooth. They'd been spoken plenty of times before.

"She passed away."

The doctor stood idly by, as once again, another man wept for the loss of his love.

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Edward Brooks was a man of popularity, and wealth. When he fell in love with Amelia, the maid, the only reason why they did not marry, was precisely because he did not want to tarnish his reputation, and risk being scorn for marrying a commoner. Amelia, too kind to say anything against it, became his secret mistress.

But when she died of childbirth, leaving her love a pair of twins as a parting gift, Edward found that he did not want anything to do with it at all. With her--and her beauty--gone, so was the fear of being found out. Bringing up the children of a dead maid wasn't something a lord's son did.

And so, he sent them off to the nearest orphanage, and left it as that.

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They named the girl Liah, and the boy Alexander Strife--Edward had made sure that they had gotten that right: "I don't care what their first names are; but you have to call them Strife."

Despite the lack of care, food, and just about anything, they managed to grow up relatively alright. The owners of the orphanage didn't seem to care much for the children, and the twins and to learn to look after each other, and fast.

They got on well with the other children that lived in the orphanage, but they knew that they only had each other--they couldn't trust anyone else. Their parents had abandoned them, and so they were the only family they had. All in all, the twins left the others alone, and vice versa; anyone who attempted to pick a fight was soon chased away by Liah, and her fiery attitude.

Surprisingly, she grew to be the more guarded of the group, becoming the sarcastic bitch, in order to seem tough and to be able to protect her brother. Alex, however, was the kinder of the duo; unlike his sister, who hated the world and everything in it, he was somewhat the opposite. Lillian called him stupid and naive. He just wanted to give the world a chance.

The twins learnt how to steal in order to survive, and together, they made a good duo. Liah was the one who did all the action, always wanting to take risks, and push it that little bit further. Alex made sure that Liah didn't do anything stupid--he was the brains behind every operation. Without each other, neither could get away with it.

But then, after eighteen years of surviving together, trouble appeared in the form of three men.

It wasn't long, before Liah heard heavy footsteps behind them, the pace quickening with every second passed. She paused, before turning to see three men a few meters away from them. She glanced at her brother, and motioned that they should quicken their pace, and they in sync, began to hurry down the path. The footsteps behind them grew steadily louder, until she couldn't bear it anymore. Coming to a sudden stop, she turned, brow arched and jaw set, blue eyes narrowing, hands clenching into fists.

She, as always, inched forward, automatically shielding her brother from the present harm. But even she knew, that her protection could only go so far; when it came to fighting, she was useless. For a moment, her eyes locked with the man in the middle, and they exchanged nothing except aggressive looks.

Gangstas.

"You lost, pretty girl?"

The man in the middle, obviously the leader of the three, inched forward, before turning just a little, but enough for Liah to see the big gun in his holster.

Feigning arrogance, she flicked her bangs and cocked her hip, crossing her arms as if to say: what, that's it?

"Depends. If I say no, you gunna shoot me with your big, scary gun?"

She could feel the edgy fear radiating from her brother, and she didn't have to be his twin to know what he was thinking. Was sarcasm really the best idea in this situation? Probably not.

But that was just how Liah was.

The man laughed, and he walked forward once more, taking his time to close the gap. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, smelling like whiskey and tobacco.

"I just might, sweetheart. But that'd be a waste of a body like yours, won't it?"

He leaned back and laughed, malicious eyes rudely flickering downwards, before settling back onto her face. She, in return, smiled sweetly, before spitting into his face.

The next part happened so fast.

The three men all drew their guns, and the two behind stood lazily at the back, sure that their leader would be able to finish two children. The man in the middle grinned coldly, before taking aim.

She closed her eyes.

Bang.

It didn't hurt.

"Well I'll be damned."

What?

With a start, she opened her eyes, dread filtering in, and then, as if in slow motion, Lillian watched red roses bloom out of her brother's chest, his heart falling silent before he even reached the ground.

He'd taken her shot.

She didn't have time to scream, or cry; Liah tore off into the safe cover of the trees--albeit her small frame, she could run with speed--only to be shot in the side. Blood streaming, she forced herself to continue to run, until she was in the safety of the shadows. It was only then, that she collapsed to the ground. Eyes still wide, she stared blankly in the air, ignoring the fire hugging her side, not wanting to accept the truth. Her twin was dead. He was the only family she had left; now she had nothing.

She cried herself to sleep.

A stranger found her, and took her to a doctor. Her wound healed, but the hole in her heart did not.

Two years later, and the hole was still there.

It was never going to heal.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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"Mommy, is she hurt?"

"Come on, darling, it's rude to point."

The mother hurried her child away, all the while glancing at the heap of blonde a few feet away, staring uneasily at the unmoving figure. The child, however, rebellious to a fault, twisted away from her mother's grasp, and ran towards the girl on the floor, bending down to look at her face.

"Lady, are you okay?"

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"Lady, are you okay?"

Andrina quirked a brow, her violet tail swishing behind her with effortless grace. "Why wouldn't I be?" She cocked her head to the side with curious eyes, watching the merchild with an otherwise emotionless face.

The child, brave as all children are, swam closer, eyes wide and surprised.

"But don't you know?"

The blonde, impatient and somewhat irritated, sighed, placing her hands on her hips, before bending low, so that they were face to face. "But don't I know what?"

The child smiled, a haunting look gracing her previous innocent looking lips.

"You don't belong here."

With a start, an ivory hand flying towards her throat, she swam back a little, frowning at the child. "What do you mean, I don't belong here? I'm the princess of Atlantica; of course I belong here!"

She watched, green eyes wide, as the child's face twisted into something dangerous, contorted into evil.

Ursula.

"Who says you're in Atlantica, sweetheart?"

Suddenly, Andrina was trapped, Ursula's tentacles wrapped around her in a murderous embrace, black clouding the edges of her vision.

"No..."

Ursula's smirking face was the last thing she saw.

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"Lady, are you okay?"

The mermaid stirred, one hand flicking up, a pathetic attempted to hit the voice away. The child dogged just in time--"hey!"--before walking closer, nudging the blonde's shoulder, blue eyes annoyed, yet determined. "Wake up!"

Andrina opened her eyes with a start, limbs flailing as she attempted to fight off tentacles that weren't there. She blinked, chest heaving, as she realised a second too late, that it was all a dream. Ursula wasn't here, she wasn't about to die, and she was in Atlant--

"Lady, I said, are you okay?"

Andrina's mouth dropped, eyes widening at the sight of the little girl--the little human girl--refusing to admit the impossible.

She wasn't in Atlantica.

She was above it.

The child, now bored of asking a silent Andrina, skipped off back to her hesitant mother, linking hands and dragging her off to a nearby attraction.

Andrina watched the child go, eyes still wide. "I-I.." She paused, at loss for words. "This is impossible."

Only, it wasn't.

The blonde looked around, hearing nothing but screams of incoherent noise, shrieks of danger and unfamiliarity. Shaking her head, she frowned, mouth slack with horror. Humans!

Didn't her mother die, because of humans?

Mind ablaze with panic, Andrina struggled to move, her two fins struggli--

Two.

Two fins.

Confused, the mermaid looked down at what used to be a tail, eyes widening when she realised that she was on land, and worse, had legs.

The humans had begun to form a circle around her, whispering with accusing eyes, finding the half naked girl strange, but not strange enough; because Andrina wasn't a mermaid any more.

She was a human, too.

Andrina stared blankly at her new limbs, lifting one calf up with her hands, before dropping it and lifting the other. Choosing to be oblivious at the small crowd she was drawing in, the blonde continued to stare, unable to quite believe it all. "I have legs." Where was her tail?

"Are you alright?"

The boyish drawl, so smooth and charming--somewhere, Adella was swooning with love--came from behind her. Andrina scrambled to see who'd addressed her, gritting her teeth when her legs flailed uselessly, instead of flicking like they shou--

Oh.

Humans, walked, didn't they.

Green flickered up towards the boy, whose lips were twisted into a smirk, and she attempted to look somewhat graceful, flicking her bangs out of habit.

"Just peachy." She replied dryly, struggling to stand. When her arms failed her, and her body crumpled to the ground, she glanced back up at the boy, and arched a brow. "You're human, so you know how to walk; a little help, here?"

The boy, amused with nothing better to do (he'd came here due to his little brother, who'd ran off the moment they stepped foot in here), grabbed Andrina's arms and pulled her up with athletic strength, making sure her legs were stable before letting go. He arched a brow as he analysed her clothes--or rather, lack of them--his lips once more, twisted into a smirk at the sight of the purple bikini. "Going swimming?" He fought off a laugh, grinning when the blonde shot him an annoyed glare.

"I wish."

Keeping one firm hand on the boy's shoulder, she tested out walking (left foot out, right foot out, left foot our, right foot out..), but soon came to find that the movement was harder than the humans made out. With the boy's arms holding her from falling back towards the floor, she clung to him as she struggled to stand upright, hissing out words that would've got her beached for sure.

The human seemed to find this funny.

After a few minutes of ridiculous attempts to walk, the boy rolled his eyes and swooped up the girl into his arms, winking a little at her bewildered expression. "Where d'ya wanna go?"

Andrina wasn't one to waste opportunities; even if they came in the form of a human boy.

Her stomach answered the question for her.

"Somewhere where I can eat."

Smirking, the boy began to walk to the nearest restaurant, glancing back down at Andrina every so often. The blonde rolled her eyes, and arched a brow. "What."

He seemed to pause, before asking, "why the bikini? Why not clothes, like the rest of us?"

The response was almost immediate. "I am not, the rest of us." She scowled; imagine, comparing a mermaid and a human. But, she supposed, that she was a human now? Unless, she turned out to be some sort of hybrid; which, she supposed, was somewhat worse than being human. "And what in the world is a bikini?"

The boy nodded towards her purple seashells, and some sort of triangular piece of cloth, with ribbons at the sides--the colour almost matching to her tail. Frowning, she glanced at the boy, before shaking her head. If she could be transported to land, then why couldn't her tail be replaced with human clothes? Andrina shrugged, a smirk gracing her lips. "Because I want to; why do you wear that?"

The bickering continued, until he dropped her off at the opening of a restaurant. He, glancing at his watch, frowned, looking at Andrina with a regretful expression. "Well, your ride's over, free of charge." He glanced once more at his watch, before nodding to the restaurant. "Go in there, and order food--" with another glance at Andrina's bikini-clad form, he stuffed some green paper into her hand "--and use this to pay for it. Don't order anything pricey though; that won't cover it." He smiled with an endearing confidence, before waving goodbye. "Seeya."

Andrina clutched the green paper with an odd interest, waving a silent goodbye at the boy. Well, he was nice; perhaps not all humans were murderers, after all. Peering at the paper he'd shoved into her hands, she folded them neatly into two, before walking into the restaurant, clinging onto the sides for support.

She entered the restaurant, and she paused, eyes widening once more at it all.

The noise was somewhat enchanting; the clutter of plates, the laughter of conversation, the shout of orders in the nearby distance. Green eyes swept across the room, watching everything with confusion, before they lingered on a group of familiar girls.

Ariel?

No, it couldn't be--yes, yes it was! Andrina knew that redhead, anywhere.

But, if that was Ariel, then wasn't that was Arista? And, Adella, too?

But who was the fourth one?

Andrina moved slightly to the left (falling a little as she did so), just enough for her to take a glimpse at the woman's face.

Mother?

Her mouth dropped, eyes wide, and she let the green paper float to the ground; none of that mattered any more.

The dead, had come back.

Andrina viscously shook her head, hardly daring to wish for what simply could not be true; that her mother, once deceased, was alive once more.

But when she opened her eyes, and the sight of her mother was still there, she allowed herself to believe.

Years of unshed tears sprang to her eyes, and green paper forgotten, she ran towards her family--her legs miraculously working without falling--arms out, aching to be held.

"Mother!"

Her voice broke, as her tears fell, one after the other, and she, unashamed, clung to what she'd thought she'd lost; what she'd thought she'd never hold again.

And she was never letting go.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

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