Team: Garda Belts
Name: Demora Liza
Number: < 0
Status: Active
Awards & Accolades: December 2007 "Pizza Luce Player of the Game"
Position You Play: Jammer / Blocker
Distinguishing Feature(s): An icy stare that drives fear into the hearts of the unworthy
Injuries: a fractured tailbone, a puncture wound that went through my knee pad and about 2 inches into my knee, whiplash, a virtually permanent lump on my left shin and a wide assortment of bruises and floor burns. Ain't karma a bitch?!
Loves: sunflowers growing wild in abandoned city lots
Despises: the moral majority
Favorite Drink: Baileys on the rocks and a Guinness
Star Sign: Gemini

More dirt about yourself:
Barely making it into the delivery room in time, Demora Liza's mother was thrown into shock when her baby emerged from the womb fist first, with one little finger defiantly raised in the face of the obstetrician. Before the doctor could hand her to her mother, she raised her pruny little palm and clocked him straight across the cheek. Taken aback, the doctor handed her to the nurse who received a sloppy raspberry in the face. When she was finally placed in her mother's arms, Liza dished out a swift kick to the kidney. And so began Demora Liza's inclination toward insults, injury and ridicule.

The defining moment of her life came on her 6th birthday when she received a pair of metal adjustable roller skates. She strapped them on, kicked her little brother in the shin, gave him a wedgie, called him a wuss and sped away, unable to be caught for punishment. She never turned back.

Many years and multiple pairs of skates later, Demora Liza can still be found beating, insulting and skating her way through life, only now she's teamed up with her like-minded sisters, the Garda Belts.