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."
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!