Lillian ~Bio Contest, give me coments!~

Name: Lillian Annabelle Riveerin

Age: Lillian is 15, not very far into high school.

Appearance: [img width=510 height=286]http://images4.fanpop.com/imag…pire-16880486-600-337.jpg[/img]
Lillian is, much like that of a lily, something delicate. She has soft skin, long hair, and small feet. Her hands are small, yet somehow graceful. Her smile doesn't often show, due to the slightly crooked teeth behind her lips, but she does occasionally smile widely. Her eyes are a greenish-blue, a color that stands out in a crowd, and sparkles in the sun. Her normal outfit is a white button-down shirt with a scarf tied at a bow on her chest, and a skirt. This is the school uniform, a very simple thing. Lillian likes it that way, simple, and no different from others. She likes that, too.

Personality: Lillian is, well, shy. She doesn't like to stick out, and tries her best not to, despite the looks that makes others jealous. She notices the harsh words they say about her not being grateful, and tries even harder to blend in. Lillian likes to read, write, and draw, doing these things constantly. She also likes to roleplay, because she is able to be whomever she wants, and people think she is kind, looking at how she acts rather than her looks. She hates swimming, because it makes her stand out big-time! Lillian is, again, soft-spoken.

History: Lillian lived in a small town in Texas when she was born, being raised there until 3rd grade. She found her love for drawing there, because she would often draw the rolling hills of the Hill country. She went to a small private school, where she didn't have to make many friends. When she moved to New York, it was tramautizing. She was forced into a high-class public school, forced to speak to others. Everyone asked her if she rode horses to school, if she ever passed out because of the heat, but she kept her mouth closed because she hadn't done any of those things. "It.. Isn't like that.." She would say. Eventually they left her alone, and snickered at her instead of being amazed by her. She didn't mind it so much. But then, she traveled back to Texas. She found her home covered in buildings, almost no beautiful hills! She wanted to cry. This was the last straw, she went into complete silence. This is where you come in. Can you save this broken soul?