Liz Areo

Liz Areo, also known as Lizard, Lisp, Liz, and once upon a time baptized Elizabeth Areo. A less-than-normal lady from the modern-era Crüxworld. There isn't much material on her yet, so I'll settle on quoting an introductory paragraph.

"Come on. We're going to get the woman who is best available for the job."

"Is that her?" Mons asked in disbelief, staring at the woman leaning on the lamppost. "That's the 'best woman for the job'?"

$ lifted an eyebrow. "Definitely. What's wrong with her?"

Mons stared openly as the woman straightened up and turned to regard the pair. She was short and wiry, but inspired a feeling of 'nothing special.' She was wearing a long coat over a dark blouse and a knee-length black skirt. Instead of boots, she seemingly had rags and bandages wrapped around her feet and legs. Her brown hair was tied at the back of her neck and her eyes were hidden by mirrored sunglasses.

"Hi, love. You had a job?"

She turned to look at him with a wicked grin, picking her grit teeth with one long, gleaming fingernail. "I suppose I look... normal. And you haven't yet learned that looks can be deceiving?" She chuckled, with a quiet hiss accompanying the sound. "Admitted, I do my best not to attract attention. But look closer... look closer."

The streetlamp was like a private spotlight for her and everyone around stared in silence, leaving the stage for her. One by one, she removed that which hid her oddities. The mirrored sunglasses came off and disappeared to her breast pocket, revealing lidless eyes with slit pupils. She took off the long coat and tossed it to $. Turning sideways she revealed the strong tail that stuck out from under her skirt - tapering, covered with greenish-gray scales, like a lizard's. She then proceeded to roll up her sleeves from over the arms partially covered with similar scales.

"See now?" she hissed with a smile. "Not normal." She stuck out her tongue for a moment - long, split, snakelike. "Not normal at all."

Mons stared long and hard, trying his best to ignore the swishing tail and the yellowish eyes that stared back. He continued staring as she put on the coat and the glasses again, turning back to an ordinary-looking citizen.

"You're..." he started.

"Not normal?" she interrupted. "Told ya that already. Doesn't make me any worse that I look different... I dare say, I might be better than ya", she added after checking Mons from head to toe.

Mons shook off the confusion. "May... be. How did you...?"

"My daddy wasn't a snake, if that's what ya mean", she said nonchalantly. "Oh, I grew up a normal kid. Just started growing some extra parts at some point. Prob'ly has something to do with all that outta-control magic running about me home parts." She shrugged. "Nothing to it." She stretched out a hand to Mons, who wouldn't take it. "Call me Liz."

Mons chuckled nervously, hiding his hand behind his back. "Is that short for 'Lizard'?"

She drew back her hand and turned around, hollering over her shoulder as she walked away. "No. For Lisssssp."

Mons twitched. $ patted him on the shoulder. "Elizabeth, actually. She just loves shocking new people."

"She... certainly... does", Mons muttered.

$ paused. "You're scared of her, aren't you."

"She's a... frigging serpent! She's not normal."

"Hey, if you were in LA, you'd be working with a gal with three arms and eyes. Both still the best for the job. Just don't... piss her off, okay."

"Why, would she bite me?"

"No. She's more into choking and crushing."

I don't have a lot of concrete material on Liz. She is actually a Gangrel idea turned into a Crüxworld "mutation" of some sort.