One of a world. A world for one.

Lindiwe Salihović

Her hair was a shining silver. Almost as silver as the expensive locket around her neck and the multiple piercings that peppered her face. While her skin was pale and dotted with freckles -in a way that would remind you of a small school girl- her eyes were the darkest shade of brown that you could come across. She was often found wearing a black leather jacket, even though the coldest winters of Russia, black jean pants, and her long mid-back hair would always be pulled up in a high ponytail with a black bow keeping it in place. While at first, she seemed less than inviting; her personality was warmer than the hottest day in the Sahara. She would often leave things like homemade cookies on porches or sing songs, even though her accent was thick and those not used to hear it would not be able to understand.

She had attended school for a short while before her mother passed to lung cancer and her father became abusive. Now in her middle to late twenties, the only sign of physical harm is the light scars, that are barely lighter than her skin, that covered her arms and face While unsure of what she does for a living she enjoys the simple pleasures of life as she puts it, the small joys of our slow and painful passing. While she claims to find all genders attractive, she feels no sexual desire. However, she claims to prefer to not want to put a label on it, and seeing as things like labels and yelling make the sweet girl tremble in fear and be uncomfortable you refrain from using it.

While walking she is found to have a limp on her right leg and is concerned that in the future she might need a wheelchair. While not old, she does not understand the concept of technology such as a cell phone or color television. She claims to only know what a computer is because her father would complain about one at work, before bringing it home to the child Erne. However, she claims that he destroyed it after her mother died because he was certain that it caused her death. However, there is one inconsistency that she has in her story. The number of siblings she has. When she was first met, she claimed to be an only child. At some point later -probably around 2 or 3 months later- she claimed to have 7 siblings. 4 younger and 3 older. It is believed that she could be a pathological liar. Though it is not proven yet.

If you look closely enough you could see a faint blue aura that surrounded her. You couldn't tell if it was mixed with white or yellow, but it was not pure blue. She had a small black and brown fruit bat fluttering around her. Flap, flap, fall, flap, flap, fall. It went in circles, seeming to be nervous of something, but of what you couldn't be sure. Small blue sparks fluttered from her ears and nose, not in a flattering way like some sparks which would flitter away from the eyes.