03-01-2008, 12:08 PM
Name: Lennox Smith, known to friends as Lenny
Appearence: Short brownish-red hair, brown eyes, slightly pale complexion.
Bio: Lennox grew up in Ireland, but his family moved to Whitechapel because of issues at home. He works with a local newsprinter, but is more often than not seen wandering around the city; he loves to draw the surrounding buildings.
Lennox Brown walked down the street, a few sheafs of paper folded up under one arm and a quill in his teeth; he was trying to find an inkpot in the bag he was carrying. "Oh dammit, lost it again." He spat the feather out, putting it back in along with the papers, and he shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Never going to get that illustration for the paper done now."
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?