Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 24, 2012 17:05:21 GMT -4
Lizzy
Name: Elizaveta Héderváry
Nation: Hungary[/b][/font][/size]
Gender: Female[/color][/font][/size]
Age:20
Occupation: Wedding Planner
Affiliation: Resistance
Superpower: Centaur.
This usually comes to her when she becomes riled up, exposed to an open area, etc. It is also activated in certain phases of the moon, but she has not figured out which holds more of an effect. She has no real control over when she does transform, but it lasts until she falls asleep. Her fur is a light chestnut, soft, brushed down, and spotted with white speckles on her lower barrel and by her tail. When this occurs, she has the ability to communicate to other animals. When she is in this state, she is more lively and wild-spirited than ever. Her worries melt away and is actually sometimes disappointed when she awakes the next day to her human legs. So on an average, it lasts for 12 hours, more or less.
Her weaknesses are the dark, water, and small areas. In the dark, her senses go haywire and she begins to panic. The same in small-areas and water. Her senses fail her and begin to shut down one by one. The horse can only see very basic colors, and even these begin to fade when she is a centaur. She cannot run as fast as she can and it takes her a moment for her to recover.
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Physical Appearance: Elizaveta is usually remembered by the milky chocolate locks she refuses to cut and her mossy eyes, framed with long lashes and slightly tanned skin. Her bangs fall from the right of her forehead and swoop with the waves of her hair. It is scarce that she may be seen without some sort of decor in her hair. When it comes to beauty, she is a master, but dislikes putting on makeup and rathers staying natural. She has plush, cherry lips and a defined collarbone that follow down her wide shoulders. She is rather masculine, unlike most women. She sees this as a pro for when she crossdresses, but curses her breasts and curves. She is often wearing a dress of some sort; whether it may be traditional or plain fashionable.
Personality: To the naked eye, Elizaveta may seem like an emasculated, lovely, mindless woman without much to say. In truth, she is erratic, animated, and has a mouthful to preach.
Elizaveta is an exciteable, vivacious girl with a springly spirit and a tough core (One tough cookie xD) . This may have been caused by her youth spent on a ranch, often alone, and her time spent with rough and judgmental boys. Waking up early, catering to the animals, riding the horse, cleaning, going to school, making dinner, was always at work. This quality undeniably followed her to adulthood. Once she puts her mind to something, nothing can stop her. Always trying her best and putting forth her best efforts, not letting the fact that she is a woman (And often less respected) get to her. She pushes forth with a fierce spirit. She speaks with a tongue of knowledge and listens with a cognizant mind, always looking for ways to cater and help whenever she can be of some use. It is rare that she is gives herself free-time, but she doesn't even notice that her free time is scarce, nor does this bother her very much.
Elizaveta can be very hot-headed when her buttons are pushed. Though she tries not to loose her temper as much as possible (Especially in public), when she does, it is brief. After a few vulgar shouts, swears, and whacks of her frying pan, she usually is satisfied with her work. 'Satisfied' as in it suites this competitive, contending female's high expectations. She had always reached for the fastest, strongest, toughest, the best. If the best was not possible for Lizzy, she wouldn't go down without at least a fight. She has a powerful fighting spirit, one that is easily riled up and can be compared to a man. Always reaching forth for greatness, thus, in the end, has made her a perfectionist, without a doubt.
Elizaveta has the patience and memory of an elephant. She can stargaze, alone, for hours. Listen to a piano sing for days. Even listen contently to one speak on and on, even if it has no relevance to her, for as long as they are willing to speak to her. And she will actually remember (Or at least try to remember) just about every bit of it. Every word and smile. Only God knows why she keeps all of these memories so dear, treasured, and so close to her heart. Such small, some insignificant, memories are incredibly important to the Hungarian woman for undefined reasons. Perhaps it's to spread it down to later generations. Or because she didn't really have anyone to look up to as a child and could only make up her adventurous stories. Not many friends or siblings. Maybe just to have stories to tell. But one thing is for sure; in a sense, Elizaveta is motherly and a leader. Genuine, true at heart. Loving, in the sense that she builds a mutual respect for everyone that she has ever encountered. Sincere, welcoming with open arms. Willing to listen and talk for ages. A social butterfly in many ways. All if you let her spread her wings. Of course, there are her days where she becomes cynical, sardonic, and begins to lose hope, but this is fairly scarce. This is one of the only times that she would ever really need help from others, though she would never admit she needs it.
Lizzy, through almost any scenario she has been put in, is always the one cheering others on. Pushing onward. Smiling. Staying positive and hopeful. Lizzy lets her limits stretch and her imagination wander endlessly like a child's own.. She wishes to see more of this in the world, thus she promotes it as best she can with the little help she gets.
Elizaveta has never really asked for much, either. Just for the happiness and health for those she cares for and respects. From this point, her views and beliefs only become deeper and deeper. The only thing she wishes and expects is for a small amount of respect, just like she does.
From the naked eye, she seems like a silent beauty. A few chats with her and her kindness is uncovered. The happiness she tries to uphold everyday. The more and more time spent, the wider her arms become and more of an ear you will receive. Elizaveta tries everyday to be positive and spread what she is aware of to others. Even if she is a bit shy with sharing her stories at first, Lizzy is more than what you see from the naked eye, that is for sure. [/color]
Likes:
Sewing: If Lizzy can't buy it, she'll make it. Often, she makes children's clothes and small crafts. She is incredible with her hands and the preciseness that is needed in some projects.
Writing Songs and Singing: If she could play an instrument, any instrument, she would take out the books she has that are filled with precious sheet music she has created and play it all. If only she could. Sadly, she can only sing along.
Cooking: Lizzy usually bakes pastries by scratch and sells them. Seeing the face on her tasters faces when they try her cooking, even if she hasn't perfected the art of cooking, always makes her happy.
Dressing up: Dolls, kids, or friends, they are all the same to her when it comes to dressing up.
Shopping: What girl doesn't like shopping? For Lizzy, it is most enjoyable when she has friends that she can choose and buy with.
Archery: Not many people know that she has a bullzeye for archery (Get it?) She started as a kid. Once finding her old bow-and-arrows, she fell inlove again and continues, usually alone and in a quiet place like a forest where she then sets up sandbags and targets.
Her Frying Pan: The ultimate weapon. It is always with her, for some....odd, odd reason.
Yaoi: Who doesn't love a little yaoi? At night, when she is in bed, she often whips her laptop out and in secrecy, looks up cute pairings, reads fanfiction, and uploads photos that she has taken during the day.
Crossdressing: When times may grow hard for her, when boredom takes the best of her, an escape, or even for a prank or two, she goes under the name of Daniel, where she crossdresses, goes out, and lives life as a man.
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Dislikes:
Dumb People: Pretty self-spoken. She tries to avoid them.
People who try to correct her when she is wrong: Even more self-spoken. If she knows that she is right, she will not take your bull.
Closed-in spaces: She becomes claustrophobic fairly easily and begins to panic in small areas.
The Dark: A childhood fear that followed her to adulthood.
Today's Youth: She wishes to change it. The mentality of youth. Yes, she loves children, but not these kind.
Fatal Flaw: When Hungary dislikes someone, you're cursed with her wrath for a while. Of course, she can't completely hate somebody, but will keep a grudge for quite sometime. When her wrath is unleashed, it is not pretty. She is also a bit picky and controlling, having her way with words. (Please explain.)
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Roleplay Sample: Venice did not look very beautiful anymore. The other simpletons continued to thrive with wine cups between their stubby fingers and laughed their hearts out. It was as if they jeered their own lives with pleasure that would only last them the mere moment. The frigid cement streets taunted Lovino as they hosted the one thing that he couldn't detest most against. The water. It had rose past his quivering knees and gnawed at the exposed skin. It seemed to challenge the lives of those who have made shelter within Venice, the victory already bold and obvious yet a struggle was still held. The deathly waters below cackled, wildly lashing out at the brick and marble and exploding into itself, thrashed to and from the tight corridors of Venice. Lovino's legs became increasingly heavy, his mid-thigh muscles pulsating while his knees tightening with the doomed-touch of the water and each dreaded step he took. The exploding droplets clung to his squinted eyelashes and fled down his skin, blurring his sight and sending the hair on his arms erect. It mocked the fact that he couldn't even move a finger to scrub at his eyes or wipe away the death that clung to his body. The only use they did was act as a heavy burden, the sting subsiding as they nummed from the fingertips to his shoulders. Flesh against flesh, he tamped his shoulders against others with brute force, molars jamming into each other as his jaw was thrusted upwards. He rammed into what seemed to be lifeless manicans, the electrifying pain pulsing through his arms and upper body, Lovino inhaled, holding the thick air in before viciously clamping down on his inner cheeks to halt his shout of agony.
(At least 300 words.)
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OOC Information
Name: Issy's the name. (Or nickname, which ever you prefer.)
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