Name: Lisa Harrington
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Athletically fit, average height, night-black short hair that is carefully taken care of despite its lesser length. She’s got blue eyes and generally wears somewhat casual dress.
She always tries hard at everything she does, usually too hard, and ends up overcompensating whatever she was trying to do. Most of the time, it makes her look a bit foolish, which in turn triggers her embarrassment and makes her normally confident personality dissolve into a bit of a mess.
Skills: Above average in most things, be it sports, academics, or video games. Sports are probably her best point.
History: She wasn’t Cat’s friend; that was something she’d deny as many times as Cat would point out that they’d been friends for years. She was her rival, at least self-professed, and something that Cat always went along with. The truth was that she could never match Cat in anything; no matter what happened, she was never good enough to be
better
.
The entire time through school, she had tried everything: sports, hobbies, even academics, and yet none of them were something she was able to come out on top with. It was always a fake disgruntled “I’ll get you next time!” from her with a laugh from Cat as they both knew it would probably never happen.
Despite that, though, there were no feelings of inferiority or resentment. She wanted to beat Cat, but she also used that as an excuse to just be around someone that she really liked to hang out with. It was a strange position, and she always found that she was constantly having to deny that she was there because she wanted to be. Did she? Sure, but admitting that she was there as a friend would ruin everything by admitting that Cat was, indeed, her dearest friend in the world.
Oh, and both her parents travel a lot, her father for military vehicle construction and engineering and her mother for telecommunication infrastructure business. They gots good money, yo.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
11-May-2020 04:30:01