[I Can't]:.Lyrica.:[Hold On To Me]

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Lyrica Leithwaite

I Was Born:
Laura Isabelle Leithwaite
But They Call Me:
Lyrica
I Have Lived:
Twenty years (04/03)
The Doctor Said I Was:
Female
And As Far As I Know, I'm:
Normal

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Watch Your Tongue:
Lyrica, as she prefers to be known, has never been a social member of society. In kindergarten, the other children quickly learned that she was easy to rile, and an easy tease. But they also learned that she was quick to fight, and wasn't afraid of trouble. This continued into her school years; she was the one who sat at the back of the classroom and read books, enjoying the company of fictional stories more than others.

It wasn't until she was about thirteen that she was diagnosed with Bipolar II Disorder. Her highs aren't that high, usually just boosted confidence, high-pitched laughter, and an inclunation to talk more and a little faster than usual. Most of the stupid things she does are done while in this state; in her lowest lows, she is far too introverted to do anything without thinking through all the horrible consequences... And finding them all equally possible.

After all these years, Lyrica hasn't changed much. She enjoys writing poetry, music, and the odd story, which she keeps in a little black diary her grand-parents gave her; it originally had a pair of silver butterflies. She's since given them some black 'gemstones' on their wings, and bloody streaks down the cover.
I guess you could best describe her personality as 'introverted'. Really, Lyrica is shy. Because of her dark clothes and quickness to anger, she was quickly labeled as a Goth, and didn't bother to change this image. If someone could be bothered to really meet the black-dressed girl at the back of the class, they'd find her a sweet, caring person. But because they don't Lyrica retains her self-given nickname, and her shadowy image.

Lyrica is always looking for something more in the world around her; you can commonly find her sitting on a park bench with her black book, examining the faces of passers by. She invents stories for all of them; that tall man there, with the wistful expression has just been told that his girlfriend is pregnant. That's her, the beauty with the golden hair who keeps looking over her shoulder at him.
There's something that comforts her in this; solving the problems of others instead of her own. The truth is, she doesn't really know how to help herself, giving rise to her dark, uncertain appearance.

Who To Avoid:
Laura's eyes are a pale grey-green, framing dark pupils. Usually, she wears black eye-makeup, and whitens her face. Without the whiteness, she'd look rather silly; her skin is of a slightly olive hue, and her hair is naturally dark brown.
She's relatively short,
But with the help of make-up, dye, and black clothing, Laura can maintain her Lyrica image, and this gives her enough confidence to live up to the Gothic stereotype.

Usually, she can be found in thick, black cargo pants, thick-soled black shoes, and a couple of silver accessories. One of her favorites is a blood-red stone, with an onyx pupil, crafted into a silver ring.

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Remembrance Means:
Well, as her personality says, Laura was never much of a social kid. She went to Blue Raven Primary, but never made any lasting friends; those she made were... fleeting. In primary school, she did her homework, got good enough grades, and on her parents' advice, tried to curb her depressing tendencies. But gradually, as she ended the last year of primary, things began to get a little worse. There came days when Laura didn't go to school; they'd find her in the park, drawing pictures of whatever she could see, turned old and useless. Gradually, she actually became quite good at it; slipping away from her parents, that is. Her drawing skills are still less than perfect.

Eventually, she was sent to regular sessions with the school councilor, who sent her to the psychiatrist, who sent her to the doctor. However much they had seen of bad cases, Lyrica (although not a first) was beyond their realm of experience. And so it was that Laura Isabella Leithwaite, in the sparsely furnished room of the doctor's office, was diagnosed with Bipolar II Disorder.
After that, her parents were much more understanding, but much more distant from her. After a few more months of Lyrica (having taken flute lessons and nicknaming herself) getting emotionally into primary, they told her she was going to have a sibling.
Her grades went up slightly, she took her medication with more reliability, and Lyrica decided she would try and be a good older sister for her new sister or brother. But she did spend a while thinking about this new sibling of hers. Would they accept her? Would she just be the scary sister to avoid, or could she actually relate to them? How would it feel to share her parents' already sparse attentions?

Liam Taylor Leithwaite was born not long after Lyrica's fourth year of being an outcast in primary. He was a sweet, smiling baby; the opposite of the problem child Laura had been. And Lyrica took him straight to her heart, too. She still plays with him as much as she can, and he seems to have a good stomach for horror, because he doesn't mind her dark eye-makeup, and even paraded around in her black boots and faux leather jacket once. He's eleven now, and she still has a soft spot for him.
But their mother has shown a little more interest in Liam since his seventh birthday, and on top of all the attention that was already heaped on him, that amounted to a fair bit. In her dark hours, Lyrica has no place in her heart for him because of this but as long as she manages to take her medication on time, she can tell herself that 'It's just because she wants him to succeed where I couldn't.'

She lives in a rented flat by herself, outside the inner circle of the city, and works day shifts at the local bookstore.

My Blood Is From:
Parents:
Jackson Marco Leithwaite- Father, 52. Works at a travel agency. Black hair, green-grey eyes. 5"4.
Maia Elizabeth Leithwaite-Markson- Mother, 51. Works at the Saint Mary Hospital. Brown hair, grey eyes. 5"6.

Sibling:
Liam Taylor Leithwaite- Brother, 12. Goes to Blue Raven Primary. Black-brown hair, grey eyes. 4"7.

Relations of Note:
Isabelle Leithwaite- Grandmother, 91. Retired, gave Lyrica her black diary, a nib pen and ink. Grey curly hair, grey eyes. 5"2.
Peter Luke Leithwaite- Grandfather, 89. Retired, helped to choose diary. Grey hair, balding, green-grey eyes. 5"1.
Benjamin Luke Leithwaite-Stuarts- Cousin, 20. Gives Lyrica no end of grief, works at the gym just down the road from her work. Black curly hair, brown eyes. 5"7.

Deceased Relations:
Samuel & Rita Markson- Grandparents, 86 and 87.
Jeremy Leithwaite-Stuarts- Cousin, 0.

Any others are of no interest*.

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My Suicide:
Lyrica has no weapons, but one day desires to possess a sacrificial knife, for no reason other than to be able to say she owns one.
Did You Miss Something?:
I will make her parents' and brother's bios later; it'd be nice to have someone else to play her parents, if they want.

[blockquote][blockquote][right][color=1A3048][font=times new roman][i]A place where the rules do not apply,
You could never be denied.
[/i][/font][/color][/right]
[center][color=Beige]And she said,
[/color][b][color=1A3048]"I'll take it leaving the country is out of the question."[/color][/b][color=beige][/color]
[/center]
[right][color=1A3048][font=times new roman][i]You took advantage of a good thing,
And now the void you filled is empty.
[/i][/font][/color][/right]
[center]((In terms of the car, I'm thinking a Porche Carrera GT (And yes, I had to look it up :P) It's a pretty car...))[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]


*I couldn't be bothered writing more XD.