Lisette

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Full Name: *a slim young woman with chin-length ash blonde hair tilts her head to the side and smiles up at you* Lisette Hanlin. *she swishes her head back, allowing her hair to slide back behind her ears* I suppose there are nicknames for it--Lisa, Lis, Liz, and so on--but for the most part it's just Lisette. *nods a curt little nod*

Age: *leans back on her hands, surveying the wall opposite her* Mmm... I'm fifteen. *deftly tucks a handful of hair behind her ear* Birthday's July 27th, though, and then I'll be sixteen.

Appearance: Nothing special. I look like... *gestures vaguely with one hand* Well, I look like everyone. Short, dark blonde hair. Brownish-greenish eyes. Freckles. *stops to ponder* What else is there to say? Oh, I'm about 5'4". Kinda skinny, I suppose, but that's unavoidable when you have to work for your living. *absently scratches a cut on her elbow* I do think that's all.

Background: *blinks her long eyelashes slowly* I think everyone just has variations on the same story. Mine involves a family that fell apart. *shrugs lightly* Our parents were having difficulties--monetary ones and personal ones--and all of us children were having a time of it fending for ourselves. I have four sisters and a brother, just by the bye. I'm the second-oldest. My brother George is the oldest, and he's seventeen. Regardless... *adjusts her position so she's more comfortable, moving her hands and leaning back against the wall behind her bunk* After a time, George and I, along with Marie--who is the third-oldest--went out to look for jobs. We all went separate ways, and I ended up selling newspapers. *brief pause* This is all back in our home, back in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, by the bye. *returns to the subject* At any rate, I was selling newspapers, and George was in processing, and Marie was collecting scrap metal. At home, things were getting more complicated and more difficult. Eventually, George and I decided it would be best if we lit out. We offered to take Marie with us, and we even offered to take the younger ones with us, but our parents disagreed--especially our mother. They thought it was all right for George and I to go and make our own ways, as long as we left the younger ones at home. *light shrug* So that's what happened. I'm still in fairly close contact with George--he works at a restaurant around here--but the rest of my family...not so much.

Relationships: I know everyone fairly well. I have a good memory for names and faces, which has come in handy ever since I arrived here in Harlem. *nods a bit, her hair falling back in front of her ears* *kinda blows at her hair with her lips, but gives up and looks up at the bunk above her* I don't think I've befriended anyone in particular. As far as name-dropping, Skies and Flash have been great, as always. A little bit silly, but we like that around here. *smiles brightly*

Other notes: I keep candy in my pockets. *reaches into her pocket and pulls out a twist of paper, unfolding it and retrieving a lemon drop* So if you ever need any, just come and find me. *snickers quietly*

Full Name:	a slim young woman with chin-length ash blonde hair tilts her head to the side and smiles up at you Lisette Hanlin. she swishes her head back, allowing her hair to slide back behind her ears I suppose there are nicknames for it--Lisa, Lis, Liz, and so on--but for the most part it's just Lisette. nods a curt little nod
Age:	leans back on her hands, surveying the wall opposite her Mmm... I'm fifteen. deftly tucks a handful of hair behind her ear Birthday's July 27th, though, and then I'll be sixteen.
Appearance:	Nothing special. I look like... gestures vaguely with one hand Well, I look like everyone. Short, dark blonde hair. Brownish-greenish eyes. Freckles. stops to ponder What else is there to say? Oh, I'm about 5'4". Kinda skinny, I suppose, but that's unavoidable when you have to work for your living. absently scratches a cut on her elbow I do think that's all.
Background:	blinks her long eyelashes slowly I think everyone just has variations on the same story. Mine involves a family that fell apart. shrugs lightly Our parents were having difficulties--monetary ones and personal ones--and all of us children were having a time of it fending for ourselves. I have four sisters and a brother, just by the bye. I'm the second-oldest. My brother George is the oldest, and he's seventeen. Regardless... adjusts her position so she's more comfortable, moving her hands and leaning back against the wall behind her bunk After a time, George and I, along with Marie--who is the third-oldest--went out to look for jobs. We all went separate ways, and I ended up selling newspapers. brief pause This is all back in our home, back in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, by the bye. returns to the subject At any rate, I was selling newspapers, and George was in processing, and Marie was collecting scrap metal. At home, things were getting more complicated and more difficult. Eventually, George and I decided it would be best if we lit out. We offered to take Marie with us, and we even offered to take the younger ones with us, but our parents disagreed--especially our mother. They thought it was all right for George and I to go and make our own ways, as long as we left the younger ones at home. light shrug So that's what happened. I'm still in fairly close contact with George--he works at a restaurant around here--but the rest of my family...not so much.
Relationships:	I know everyone fairly well. I have a good memory for names and faces, which has come in handy ever since I arrived here in Harlem. nods a bit, her hair falling back in front of her ears kinda blows at her hair with her lips, but gives up and looks up at the bunk above her I don't think I've befriended anyone in particular. As far as name-dropping, Skies and Flash have been great, as always. A little bit silly, but we like that around here. smiles brightly
Other notes:	I keep candy in my pockets. reaches into her pocket and pulls out a twist of paper, unfolding it and retrieving a lemon drop So if you ever need any, just come and find me. snickers quietly