Elizaveta Héderváry || Hungary

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Elizaveta Héderváry "One day, I want to be swept off my feet by a person with a million stories. I want to find someone who will tell me something new every single day. We'll live in a big house with ceilings we won't be able to touch with our fingertips, and our coffee maker will never break down. Until I find that someone who will keep me entertained for the rest of my life, I'll keep searching for my own enjoyment.."

CODE NAME: Miss Mouth

Female

24

Bisexual

Hungarian

Model Scout, Publicist

Broker

Physical

157cm

54kg

Light brown

Green

Pale

Slim, fit

If there is one thing that Elizaveta is not, it's a wallflower. Ever since she was just a child, she's loved meeting new people and talking with them. And after years of talking to countless people, Liz's gotten pretty good at learning to deal with different people. That's not to say that she doesn't have any awkward conversations, but in general she knows when to stop pushing and when to push harder. She really does love being entertained, she gets terribly bored when she's all alone. That's why she loves being around people she supposes, she's always looking for excitement of some kind. Be it something small like trying out a new bar or something daunting like following that cute boy from the grocery store to his next destination, she's always on the lookout for an adventure. Focused on the present, Liz is determined to get what she wants out of life, and if that means taking a couple of risks then so be it. Not all of those risks pay off, however, as Elizaveta is very prone to biting off more than she can chew. Her innate nosiness gets her stuck in problems constantly, and her stubbornness stops her from asking for help. She is very self-dependent, especially since she thrives as a broker. She doesn't trust many people with her own troubles, and is actually quite particular with the people she does deals with. Yes, that does mean that she's a little judgmental of others, but since it involves her livelihood she thinks it's okay to be a tiny bit mean. Whenever she has a big problem, she usually tries to resolve it herself and oftentimes disappears for two, three days before showing up at a party somewhere, back to normal. There's no time to dwell in the past, there's so much to do in the now! Above all else however, Elizaveta is very passionate about herself. She's passionate about her job, her family, her dreams, her life. Absolutely determined to live on her own terms and die satisfied, she's learned in the last couple of years to go with her gut. She's starting to accept all her annoying traits, such as her nosiness and hot-headed attitude, and maybe even embrace it. She'd like to think that she's starting to mature a little bit, but saying that she's level-headed would be a stretch. She gets excited easily, and will go headfirst into everything she does, sometimes very wrongly. But that's all part of her learning process. Liz has made mistakes in the past that have shaped who she is today, so beating herself up about things and trying to over-analyze situations just doesn't make sense to her. In very basic terms, Elizaveta is a bit of a hypocrite. She goes to parties, looking for people to reach out to her and tell her their stories, but refuses to divulge much of her own story. Not that it's particularly dangerous or exciting, but actually the opposite. She thinks of her own background as so normal and boring that she doesn't even want to talk about it. Come to think of it, she doesn't share a lot about herself willingly. Sometimes she gets so caught up in others that she forgets about herself, and other times she just plain doesn't trust people. Liz isn't getting any younger, and in a couple of years she won't be able to go out every night and kiss strangers. She wants to fall in love, be mesmerized in someone's eyes, go on an adventure worth remembering for years.

Likes

Dislikes

[People] People are wonderful. They come from different backgrounds, thrive and collapse, laugh and cry, live. They are walking, talking, beautifully flawed creatures. No other thing or things have ever interested Elizaveta more than her fellow human beings. In recent years, she's entertained the thought of studying them, like taking up psychology or even becoming a psychiatrist. But for now she's just content to observe them on her own, and occasionally playing around with them in her made up fantasy worlds. (Secret: she has a Sims account where she makes people she knows in real life marry and have children. Whoops.) [Drinking] There's something to be said about a good buzz. As part of her job as being somewhat of a socialite, Elizaveta downs fruity cocktails almost every day. That doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy a nice glass of wine or champagne though, but her dirty little secret is that she's a huge sucker for beer, especially beer from Europe. It makes her want to take her heels off, unbutton her blouse buttons and just burp and be free. Elizaveta doesn't drink beer very often while at parties. Rest assured, the people she drinks beer around are the ones she really trusts not to judge her (too much) about it. [Singing] Usually a result of the former like, Elizaveta loves to belt out her favourite songs, whether they're in her range or not. Funny thing is, not much is in her range. She's a terrible singer, and is usually quite self-conscious of it when she's sober, but she does partake in solo shower concerts. And if that wasn't embarrassing enough, there are some pretty cringe-worthy videos on the internet of her late night karaoke sessions. The most unfortunate thing is that no one ever bothered to tell Elizaveta she was tone deaf until she sang at the school talent show in junior year. Now, it takes her quite a bit of alcohol for her to loosen up and sing. [Gossip] Everyone has their own vices. So sue her, she's a bit nosy. Well, a 'bit' might be a small stretch, but it's not like she's very guilty of her habit. Don't get her wrong though, there's a big difference between knowing gossip and sharing gossip. For Liz, the joy is really in the confessing, in the listening to what other people have been up to and their little sins. She doesn't actively go out and share those stories with others, unless of course they're willing to pay a price. [Chandeliers] Elizaveta is quite often mesmerized by chandeliers. She thinks they represent luxury in its finest form: elegance and grace. She loves the way they hang high above everyone's heads, the way they're so gaudy and unnecessarily flashy. She loves that they don't really provide more light than a normal lamp, but they are a staple in big houses just because they're so beautiful. In her opinion, every house should own a chandelier. Of course, it goes without being said that she likes light in general, it's happy and pretty and very reminiscent of her dear father. [Flowers] Elizaveta's father had always wanted a pretty, dainty little girl who wore frills and laces. Unfortunately, he got a spirited, free young woman who took after her mother in more ways than one. Elizaveta is proud to be the indepedent woman that she is, but there is always a small part of her that's disappointed that she couldn't be her father's perfect little girl. In an effort to please him, she started gardening and playing with flowers, surprising herself when she found out she actually did enjoy flowers and botanical nonsense more than she had thought she would. (Well, other than the unwelcome swell of insects that always seemed to come whenever she tried to garden.) Nevertheless, she still entertains buying flowers for herself every month and even has a little plastic one she wears in her hair. She's proud to be her father's daughter.

[People] People don't care sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. People are selfish and disjointed and they hold the power to hurt their loved ones with a couple flicks of their tongue. They attack the weak and flank the strong so not to be attacked themselves. Elizaveta has seen so much bitterness, so many petty grudges and so much hatred in the people around her. As much as she feels like some people are hopeless, she can't bring herself to hate humanity for everything it's done. After all, she's been saved by people before, and she's quite determined to pay that back to the world. [Bugs] Elizaveta can't stand bugs. At all. Insects, spiders, small things that crawl; you name it. Her only solace is a special frying pan in her kitchen that she has deemed the Punishment Pan. She cleans it lovingly and tries to even out some of the bigger dents every so often and refers to it as her only friend in the cold of the night. Her phobia of sorts stems from the one time she ate a ladybug by mistake, having thought it was candy. (She was eight, but in her defense she's always liked the red smarties the best.) [Spicy things] There is definitely a love-hate relationship between Elizaveta and spicy food. She loves it dearly, but can barely take a few bites before she's lessened to nothing but a coughing, sweating wreck. After too many soiled experiences, she is very adamant in never going on a first date to anywhere specializing in spicy things. Or second or third dates, for that matter. Speaking of dates, Elizaveta isn't too fond of second ones. She doesn't know why, but the charm and awkwardness of first dates seem to be lost on the second. If she still finds someone interesting after the second date, which is somewhat rare, she'll start to get serious. ["I'm busy"] What a joke. Elizaveta has never said the above words to anyone she's wanted to keep talking to. If there is one thing she absolutely cannot stand, it's being brushed off. Liz likes to think of herself as somewhat charming, so when she gets ignored or rejected halfheartedly it greatly tears at her ego. She still remembers the first time she asked someone to go drinking, and they responded with: "I'm so busy lately, maybe next time?" Next time never came. "Busy" is a term that's completely lost its meaning, Elizaveta thinks. Everyone has things to do, but when they can't take the time to properly turn her down then she gets peeved. [Restrictions] Elizaveta, like any other independent and stubborn young woman, doesn't take too kindly to being told what to do. Of course, she won't break the law or loiter outside public stores, those restrictions come from higher ups and people she respects. It's restrictions from people whom she considers to be her equals or slightly lesser than her that she doesn't appreciate, especially from lovers. Liz hugs and kisses about thirty people each night, telling her to be wary of strangers is just silly. She abhors the thought of being completely dominated by her partner. When she sees someone being led around by another person, she just sighs disdainfully and tells herself to never lose sight of herself for someone else.

Dreams

Fears

[Fortune] When she's old and can no longer dance every night, Elizaveta wants to sit around in jeans, sipping a beer under a chandelier as big as a car. She wants to give back to the community and afford to dine at whatever restaurant she pleases. Perhaps it was the influence of all the high class parties she attended, but Liz has been strangely fascinated with the life of the luxurious for a while now. She definitely sees wealth in her future, and she even has a small account in the bank in which she's accumulating some savings. She's determined to be able to support herself and her children financially without having to sacrifice clothes or little frivolities. Her mother used to speculate that Liz would try to marry into money, but one sharp glare made it clear that Elizaveta was going to get herself a nice little pillow of cash on her own, thank you very much. [Immortality] Unsurprisingly, Elizaveta wants to be famous. Surprisingly, she doesn't want to be famous for partying or being a socialite. Liz wants to appear in history books for little boys and girls to sleep on years after her death. That's part of the reason why she's always searching for the ultimate adventure, she supposes. She wants to discover something that will change the world, and it is with this motivation that she lives on. Whenever she's about to embark on anything too dangerous, the thought that if she died, she'd disappear completely upsets her so much that she plays it safe. It's a completely childish and somewhat ridiculous dream of hers, but someday, Liz believes that she will truly be a somebody. After all, what's the use of having a small dream? Dreams are supposed to be big, vast, amazing. [Mother] There is absolutely no one else in the world that she admires more than her mother. Elizaveta can count on one hand the number of times her mother wasn't able to help her out with anything that she needed. She had always imagined that when she eventually married, she'd stand next to a tall and strong man with two beautiful children in front of a white picket fence. Over the years, the image of the man and the fence blurred to allow other options, but the one thing that stayed strong was her dream of being a mother. She wants a family, even though it would mean settling down and committing herself to one task: to one last adventure. It's drawing closer, Elizaveta knows, if she wants to be a mother she has to start thinking seriously about it. And to be honest, although she's worried that she'll be a terrible role model to young children, she is riddled with giddiness about it all.

[Dying] Dying young, however romantic, is a terrifying idea to Elizaveta. She doesn't want to die now, she still has so many things to do and so many stories to hear. She hasn't accomplished even a quarter of her life goals, she hasn't gone on her ultimate adventure, she hasn't even fallen in complete love. She's fallen before, but it never was a heart-crushing, soul-wrenching love that made her want to scream from the rooftops. She has so much faith in her future that she's actually quite scared of it all ending. As much as she loves the thrill of taking risks and her job, Liz knows that if she ever fears for livelihood she'll back off. Once, someone she worked with offered her the chance to go on a stakeout with them. She agreed without hesitation, but as they hid she started feeling more and more uneasy. Thoughts of her family and friends rushed through her mind, and she left the stakeout without a second thought. (She never saw that person again.) She doesn't regret leaving. [Regret] Elizaveta's made a lot of mistakes. She's messed up people's lives without hesitation and continued to smile as they disappeared without a trace. But since she was little, she's never focussed on the past. She's a firm believer that people caught up in the future and the past will lose the present, and then that will become the past. She keeps herself busy, having fun and being cheerful because she knows if she ever took the time to just think and reflect she'd cry for days about all the terrible she's done. Liz loves her job, but sometimes when she realizes that she's talking to someone who might be killed in the next few hours, her pride in her work dwindles. She helps people when she can and takes up all chances to have fun because when the inevitable day comes along where she'll have to remember her life, she doesn't want to be overcome with sadness and guilt. [Falling in love] Yes, as much as she longs for heart-wrenching love, Elizaveta is terrified of literally "falling" in love. She's scared of feeling so deeply for someone that she'd give away everything for that one person. She's seen it happen before, and she doesn't ever want to toss away her ideals and dreams all for nothing. While understanding that everyone has to make sacrifices for love, Liz just can't stomach the image of her relinquishing her everything, belonging completely to someone. Perhaps that's the reason why she makes sure not to depend on people too much; she doesn't want it to backfire and be unable to cope on her own. Even towards her longest relationship of half a year, Liz unconsciously put a barrier between her and her last partner, too scared that if she got too close she's lose herself in them.

Background

Despite how much she dresses herself up now, Elizaveta grew up rolling around in mud. Not caring about her hair or her clothes, she would stomp around the backyard of their small house in the Hungarian countryside, trying to find mystical creatures or dwarves. She had envisioned that there was a whole other world out there--a world filled with magic and secrets and she'd be damned if she wasn't to learn everything about it. She never found it, of course, but she'll always have those three stitches on her left kneecap to remind her of the one time she thought she saw an elf. She was happy to play around by herself and her imagination, but her mother thought otherwise. After Maria Héderváry had given birth, she had felt restless in the peaceful rut that she got stuck in. So she took her baby girl in one arm, carried her own suitcase in the other, and lead her gutless husband out of the house he had bought for her. In London, Maria felt at home. She liked bustling cities and busy people, and her husband was content to watch on from the sidelines. They got low level jobs in the financial district, working their way up slowly until they were able to live comfortably, with the help of a couple of sketchy loans that her mom took out from the "bank". Elizaveta, left alone for the most part, found out two things in her first year of living in a big city: one, there was no mud anywhere. And two, real people were so much more interesting than the ones in her imagination. She thrived amongst the other kids in school, making friends and getting decent grades with an eagerness to do well. She grew up without messing up too majorly, apart from losing her virginity to a boy she only knew for three weeks because he rode a motorcycle and failing her math class in junior year just to see what failing felt like. But she enjoyed her life, which was more than enough for her parents. The one thing she simply could not figure out was, what she wanted to do when she grew older. She wanted to be around people, that was for sure. But he didn't want to work long hours since she needed time to go out and play, so what else was left? Liz ended up not applying to university, saying that she was going to explore the city for a year. Two years passed, and she was still 'exploring'. Her mother disapproved, but her father believed that one day, Liz would finally settle down and go study. Unsurprisingly, her mother got impatient and the two left for New York for a change of pace, leaving Elizaveta with a college fund and a nice house. She sold the house, bought an apartment, and watched with a strange sort of detachment as her life passed by. Liz felt so utterly bored, so tired of it all, that she contemplated actually going to university before she laughed it off and went to find a job. There was a modeling agency just next to her apartment building, and everyone had always said she was pretty, so she figured it was worth a shot. Once she stepped in, Elizaveta was captivated by the agency. Everyone was so glamorous, they wore heels and fancy clothing no matter the weather or the season. They talked to each other using words that sounded so warm but they gazed at each other so coldly. After seeing the stick thin models, Elizaveta gave up on being center stage and took it upon herself to find some way into working there. She eventually talked and smiled her way into the office of the boss herself, Madame Rose. Madame Rose always wore red, had dark brown eyes that looked like gems spoke with the air of someone extremely important. "Do you like people, Elizaveta?" "So very much, miss." "Hm. Well, go find me some. Good looking ones." So Elizaveta went out onto the street. And stood there. And talked. She brought the agency four new models that day. She was hired on the spot. As the year went on, Liz became more than just a scout on the streets. She was invited to parties, frequented clubs, she talked to different people every night spreading the word of the agency and gaining connections. But, there was still something missing. There was no... thrill to it. It was fun, yes, but it didn't make her blood boil. And then, one fateful night as she was about to leave the club, a man in a dark suit stopped her and took her hand. He lead her to behind the club, and she followed because he was, well... he was very attractive and that was reason enough. He pulled out a bill, and she was about to be very offended when he asked, "The lady you were just talking to, Melisssa? Can you tell me what drink she ordered?" Her eyes narrowed. "I can tell you a lot more than that, but I'll need to know why first." And so it began. It was absolutely thrilling. She got to do what she did best: talking, and there was a hidden layer to every conversation she made. She took notes in a notebook of whatever she could remember from the people she encountered after every party, met with strange people (most of whom were very attractive) in dark alleys, and she loved it. She's terrified of getting hurt one day, but a part of her thinks that it might be worth it.

Role-Play Sample

"My dear Veta!" Chanel, Elizaveta noted as she was enveloped into a bear hug, laughing. There was something off about it, though. She tucked the pesky thought into the back of her head as she kissed the other woman on the cheek, patting her on the back. "Lucia, how nice to see you again!" "How long has it been?" Lucia asked, pulling Elizaveta off of her to start her regular formalities of why didn't you call and we must have coffee sometime. Elizaveta listened as she watched a stream of party guests flow behind Lucia. Everyone was dressed to the nines, since it was a black tie affair. It had been tricky to get herself an invite to the charity auction since she was neither charity nor rich, but a couple of well-timed bouquets and gift baskets had gotten her access. Her fingers played with the clasp on her purse, itching to write down what everyone was wearing and how much they had spent on it. Which brought her back to the strange perfume. It wasn't a surprise that Lucia was wearing Chanel, but it was different that her usual J'adore. Temporarily blocking out the other woman's chatter, Elizaveta tried to put her finger on it. What was so perplexing about this situation? She knew she was on to something, and it was surely going to be a big scoop for her to sell. She watched Lucia motion with her hands towards the door just as a group of distinguished looking older men walked in-- Her eyes widened, a smile blossoming on her lips. Lucia was wearing Chanel, alright. But the men's version. Just as the other woman finished off her observation of the party guests, Elizaveta jumped in by placing a hand on the other woman's arm. "I'm sorry, but you haven't yet mentioned a word about Robert yet," Lucia's ex-boyfriend, "Is that a sign that you've moved on to someone else?" Lucia paused, her cheeks flushing. Elizaveta did an inner jump for joy. Lucia's father was one of the wealthiest men in town, finding out his daughter's new fling was very valuable information, since the heiress rarely shared her personal matters with people she didn't trust. There wasn't much guilt over fooling the other girl into trusting her, Elizaveta thought as she listened eagerly. Everyone had to make a living somehow. It was just a blessing that hers was so fun.

OOC Information

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Two chemists walk into a bar. One orders water, and the other one says, "I'll have some H2O too, please." He dies.

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[Joselle]

APPROVED

Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. Hai darling. Right off the bat, Elizaveta is suuuch a sweetheart. I love how you incorporated such extroverted and empowering traits for her. She seems very fun and sweet but at the same time, she's out there for the thrill and excitement. Though I would actually like to see a bit more of that tomboy you mention in your history, I think Elizaveta is quite charming nonetheless from the way your personality is constructed. Can't wait to see her out in the field uvu Find me so we can plot some amazing rivalries.  The name is Héderváry. Elizaveta Héderváry.

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