I'm one of those bad things that happen to good people. Always a bit eccentric, growing up in suburban Ohio, I kind of scared all the little boys and girls away. Evidently they just weren't ready for me as a child. OK, OK, so MAYBE it wasn't a good idea to play Spider Woman in front of the neighborhood kids. Who knew bungee cords duct taped to your ankles, and jumping off of inanimate objects would catch on the way they did???

So, after a few incidents, I guess their parents decided they didn't want them to expand their horizons, be adventurous and try something new. That or they couldn't afford to keep paying the hospital emergency room bills. Hence the "No more playing with that Lizz girl, she'll get you killed!". And so having no friends allowed to play with me , I turned into a "lonely child" (I think that lasted for a whole hour or so) until I crashed my Pink Thunder Huffy into a tree. Proudly, my one and only DUI. "Friends don't let friends drink Capri Sun while doing a wheelie in the woods".

Thus my love of climbing and nature was founded. I was climbing a nice Oak tree in the middle of some strange woods, when I misplaced where my foot should have gone. I don't remember hitting the ground (maybe I fell through a worm hole or something), all I know is that I woke up in Sanctuary... And the rest, they say, is History.

These days, if you need to find me in Sanctuary, chances are if I'm not hiding behind the bushes with water/Jell-O balloons, stuffing my face at the kitchen counter, racing around with Lissa, or trying my best to tar and feather Siren, Cat and Snare, I'm chillin' high up in a good ole tree.

Squire to none YET *hint*. Keeper of the key to the Sanctuary Loonie Bin, I'm always taking applications for new friends to play tricks on and torture. In a nutshell, I'm the virtual pain in the butt for many here at Dark-Hunter. :-)