Seventeen year old Elizabeth "liz" Turner was born in New York City in early September. Unfortunately, she was not alone. Entering this world with her twin brother ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
open by her side, the two have served as the black sheep of their family ever since. The product of two people who couldn't be worse for one another, their parent's split when they were just six years old. However, it did not take long for their mother to bounce back and after prowling the streets of the big apple for another sugar daddy their mother finally found a man who could support them in a way she felt the family deserved.
It was only a few month's after meeting the man of her dreams that the new couple hopped a plane to Las Vegas and came home boasting wedding rings. While in the beginning the marriage really was one of convenience it seemed that as each day passed their mother really was falling for overweight entrepreneur nearly ten years her senior. And now that the twins are older (and away at school) the pair have opted to renew their vows and embark on a second honeymoon. After a lavish ceremony, their parents had only planned to spend a few weeks traveling but now months later there is no sign when the elder Turner's plan to return home.
Although life with a new father has not always been fun. Especially when he comes with a set of overachieving offspring of his own. Now constantly in the shadow of their successful step siblings, Liz and open have chosen to turn a blind eye to the expectations bestowed upon them by their new name. While open prefers to rot his liver, Liz instead cops a 'tude. The self proclaimed queen of mean, Elizabeth has developed an inability to censor herself and the apathy required to do so. Quite the spoiled brat, there are very few things she works hard at and while she is naturally bright her grades are average at best. Preferring to paint or play her bass, she is best known as the girl scribbling across the pages of her text books at the back of class rather than making any effort to pay proper attention and while such behavior has earned her quite the reputation she could really care less.
With a snarky or snappy comment constantly on the tip of her tongue one would think that Liz has a hard time making friends, however her sense of humor manages to balance the occasional catty remark. Fiercely loyal, most friends she's made she keeps although when it comes to relationships of the romantic variety this is an entirely different story. Liz decided she was bisexual when she was 13 and hasn't looked back since. Figuring that there are few enough people in this world she can stand, she might as well not limit herself by gender. In and out of relationships ever since, she's notorious for getting bored of or blocking out her significant others and while she can be sweet behind closed doors it takes a special person to put up with her antics.
Although some people assume that Liz really has no ambition, it is in fact quite the opposite and while she seems quite cocky on the exterior there are certain insecurities she fears will never go away. Like perhaps the fact that her parent's split was her and open's fault and not their own. Or that she really isn't as talented as an artist as everyone says she is. Her dream is to go to art school and become the next Shepard Fairey or start her own lifestyle/art magazine. She doesn't really admit this to many people though and instead continues to just get by so not to feel the sting of rejection or failure.
She likes... Vampires, jello shots, vinyl toys, contemporary art, edie sedgwick, red lipstick, vintage band tees, wearing leggings as pants, six inch heels, lollipops, heart shaped sunglasses, jack daniels, playing dress up, anthony bourdain, lemurs, purses she can fit in, photoshop, thunderstorms, camel naturals, national public radio, magic brownies, hair in her eyes, hiding open's car keys, the evil dead series, kathleen hanna, cult classics, xanax, charlie and lola, top 40 (shhh), the spicy mayonnaise they put on sushi, the smell of linseed oil, and red party cups.
She hates... Pants with words on the ass, cherry flavoring, ham steak, drone music, people who can't think or stand up for themselves, corporate rock, dancing with the stars, not finding her car keys, mike's hard lemonade, smoking the last cigarette, her step siblings, homework, people who say they don't "get" art, her height, having to try, waking up before noon, exercise (a constant evil), and people who do not know how to properly puff and pass.
