Mary Elizabeth was probably born to a good family, or at least, that was what she told herself and anyone who’d listen. She spent most of her life on the streets, scraping by and trying to avoid being forced into an orphanage. She inevitably was placed in one, but went down kicking and screaming. Though she had a sweet face, people learned not to trust her. She was an expert pickpocket and knew how far she could push her luck. Mary Elizabeth was a great liar and her favorite activity was spinning stories about her family, one she claimed would someday come for her. Sometimes they were royalty, other times they were fairies, and occasionally she told lies so well she even believed them herself. She was not all bad, just a survivor. She occasionally
