Liza

"I'm just doing what the police won't!" 

She stands above most people at... over six feet, but you're not sure exactly. She wields a black electric guitar, which appears to be Fender, but looks to be rather old regardless. Something her father would have had long before he met his wife. The many bracelets she wears, the denim jacket ripped at the sleeves, and her boots covered in spikes are... rather peculiar, but it isn't anything you haven't seen before. Her face shows an empty, cynical woman who disregarded compassion for her own safety long ago and would stop at nothing to further the revolution in her heart. But a deep look into her eyes shows a different person. Someone who's scared, and just wants her life to go back to how it was. She wants to settle down and enjoy what she has and what she'll get, but she can't. She's too scared of her life going to shit again. 

"Here's your hat. I like the patch on it."