Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2013 23:52:38 GMT -8
Elizaveta Héderváry When someone leaves, they leave an imprint in your mind. Their smile, their laugh, their quirks, their habits, a shadow of who they are for you to remember them by. And when they return and they're different, you can't seem to accept that they've changed and you've changed. People never can. Deep down inside, they are the same person. It's just a different point of view. |
CODE NAME: Diamond |
Female | 25 | Bisexual |
Hungarian | Maid | Civilian |
Physical |
160 cm | 52 kg. | Brown and slightly wavy |
Green | Light | Slim |
Personal |
Elizaveta is hardworking to the core. When she was younger, she was convinced that her father was wrong when he told her she was a girl. After all, she could fight just as well (and even better) than her next door neighbor, a boy a few years older than her, could. There was no way she could be...a girl? But alas, she soon found it to be true. For a while, when she was younger, Elizaveta hated herself for it. Gradually though, as she grew older, Elizaveta came to accept her gender. Still, she was determined not to be left behind. She wanted to be as good and as strong as the other gender. Later on, that determination carried over into whatever Elizaveta needed to get done. She won't sit around and wait for others to help her when she can help herself, thank you very much. Some people would describe Elizaveta as tomboyish, but Elizaveta hates being categorized. She's much more than just a tomboy. She likes to look pretty--who wouldn't? When Elizaveta was younger, she tried her best to live up to the expectations that people had formed of her--a girl who hated all things pink and flowery and cuddly. For a while, Elizaveta was comfortable fitting into the role of the tomboy, the girl who got mud streaks on her cheeks and ran around barefoot and was always climbing trees and beating the boys at running. But as Elizaveta grew older, her sense of identity changed. She isn't by any definition a girly sort of person, but she isn't the girl who used to roll around in the mud either. Often, the word stubborn arises to mind when Elizaveta is mentioned. She certainly doesn't back down from a challenge and she will defend her decisions and beliefs to the last minute. Elizaveta also likes doing things her own way and she doesn't like accepting help, possibly because of her competitive nature. She doesn't like to back down from a challenge, though through the years she has gradually learned to accept it when she's made mistakes and move on. Elizaveta is a kind and loving person, though sometimes she may seem a little fierce. Elizaveta is the perfect older sister and sometimes acts as the governess to the children in the house that she is a maid in. She is warm and easy to approach. Elizaveta is also a good listener and will hear out your troubles, however deep or shallow they may seem. She doesn't like to pride herself in giving advice, but she does like helping others. One of Elizaveta's worst flaws, other than her pride, is her occasional wrath. When Elizaveta gets angry, there is no holding back. She is a surprisingly strong debater and when angered, will attack the subject from every angle, often reducing the other person to tears. This usually snaps Elizaveta out of her rage, but occasionally, she doesn't care. Elizaveta once described herself as "possibly sadistic." While this isn't reflected through her character, it is frequently reflected through her writing. While Elizaveta is generally open about her opinions, Elizaveta can be somewhat secretive, particularly about her writing. She's somewhat sensitive about it and tends to hide it. Elizaveta doesn't like burdening others with her problems, so when Elizaveta is sad or depressed, she prefers to tuck it away into a corner and forget about it. Elizaveta's often been told (and has told herself) that it's probably not the best idea, but she can't seem to let go of her pride enough to be more obvious with her emotions. Elizaveta is outgoing and easily likable by her peers. Even though being a maid seems like a rather singled out, somewhat lonesome job, Elizaveta makes the best of it. She often takes the children out and on the days she has off, Elizaveta likes to spend her time outside in the sun. She hangs out with friends on the weekends and she is on good terms with almost everyone. Elizaveta may not be the center of social media, but she's happy the way she is. Elizaveta doesn't need a fancy car or a gigantic mansion to feel satisfied and content. Elizaveta appears to be a confident young woman and for the most part she is. However, she can be rather insecure about herself inside. She has a tendency to hate this portion of herself though and will often act confident to conceal that. To be honest, Elizaveta doesn't expect much of herself. Some people were born to be heroes. They were born to fall in love and fight for justice and to have stories written about them. Elizaveta? Elizaveta was born ordinary. She tries, desperately sometimes, to stand out and be better. But in the end, she's just ordinary. She doesn't really believe she'll get much of anywhere. Maybe that's why she's still a maid. While it may not seem as obvious as it used to be, Elizaveta is a very outspoken person. She won't hesitate to speak her mind or berate anyone about what they say. She holds her own opinions. You can argue your side all you want and Elizaveta respects that...but she'll stick with hers as well. She's even talked back to her boss several times (not to his pleasure at first and it has gotten her fired in a few places), but generally, Elizaveta has your best intentions at heart. Generally. (Not saying that she can't be manipulative if she really wants to.) All in all, for the most part, Elizaveta is a strong young woman who knows what she wants and knows what she cares about. There's more than one side to her and maybe she isn't completely sure who she is, but at the end of the day, does anyone truly know? There are too many angles, too many considerations when it comes to evaluating a person. Like a diamond, you can't just take anyone at face value. You have to brush off the dirt and take a moment to appreciate it in the light. |
Likes | Dislikes |
Riding: Elizaveta has always enjoyed riding her father's mare and even raised a colt when she was younger. Even though she lives in the city now, she still thinks fondly of those days and will take up any chance to ride. Flowers: Elizaveta isn't girly, but she does love flowers, particularly wildflowers. They always seem to brighten up her day. Archery: This accompanies horseback riding. Her father was a talented rider and archer and he passed down his skills to Elizaveta. Of course, she hasn't shot an arrow in years but from time to time, she's sorely tempted. Dressing Up: She makes an effort not to put too much effort into it (Elizaveta still does look down a bit upon people who spend hours on their makeup), but Elizaveta likes to look nice. It's not a crime to wear a dress as long as you aren't completely consumed by it. Novels: Elizaveta loves novels of all sorts, particularly action and adventure along with fantasy. She claims to not like "cheesy romantic novels"...but we're fairly certain if you searched all of her hiding places, you'd certainly find a few of those "cheesy romantic novels." Writing: A tool that Elizaveta used to help her through her brief depression. It helped Elizaveta relieve her emotions without having to take them out on some random passerby. Sunshine: Elizaveta grew up in sunshine and she still loves it immensely. Often, if she has the opportunity, Elizaveta will spend time outside of the house and feel the warm rays on her back as she walks through the park. At her heart, Elizaveta is still a country girl after all. Rubik's Cube: As odd as it may seem, Elizaveta holds a certain fondness for the Rubik's cube. She keeps it stored away in her room and can solve a cube in an impressively short amount of time. Cooking: As a maid, Elizaveta does her fair share of cooking around her employer's house. It's really something that Elizaveta has grown to enjoy, especially when her father was sick. Baths: They're so very comfortable. If you have the option, why would you ever shower? Water in general is much loved by Elizaveta, who swam well as a child. | Being Called Elizabeth: Her name is Elizaveta. It's really not that big of a difference. Learn how to call her properly or she won't respond. She's held a mild grudge against the name since her grade school teacher called her it on her first day. Her name is part of her and she won't let anyone take that away. Call her Eliza as a nickname, but don't mess up her given name. Losing: From a young age, Elizabeta has always worked hard to be at the top. That competitive nature inside her is constant. Her Temper: She may seem like a sweetheart, but Elizaveta has quite a temper. She doesn't like it too much anymore (when she was younger she was fiercely proud of it) and can be ashamed of it at times though. Planning Behind Her Back: She can understand it from certain people, but from friends in particular Elizaveta hates whispers and secret plans. This is most likely because her mother sold her horse without warning her, causing Elizaveta to lose a dear friend. Pollution: While Elizaveta enjoys the city, she really does detest pollution. She would much rather stay in the countryside, though the grand appeal of the city was quite mesmerizing at the time... |
Dreams | Fears |
Romance: Elizaveta will deny it of course, but secretly, Elizaveta is a romantic at heart. Whether it's the secret novels she hides under her pillow or her first love letter that she keeps in her attic, Elizaveta really does want romance. She wants to be whisked off her feet (doesn't everyone?) and to fall happily in love and into a beautiful family. Of course, she's spent enough time dissuading herself of the notion that she can almost convince herself she doesn't care about love...but she's really just lying. Publishing a Book: Elizaveta has wanted to publish a book for a long time now, but she never seems to be able to find the time. Maybe someday she'll be able to finish putting together a full-length novel and make money that way. Until then, she'll just have to make do. Being Fully Accepted: Whether this means by her peers or by herself, Elizaveta wants to be fully accepted. Right now, it seems things have smoothened out though Elizaveta still holds some doubt in the new identity she has created for herself and sometimes fears rejection. Owning a Horse: Elizaveta loves the city. It's beautiful (though not in the same way as the countryside) and big and full of hope. The one thing she laments is that in the city, it is extraordinarily difficult to own a horse. Elizaveta lost her first horse in order to pay for her father's medical bills and she's regretted it ever since. All she wants to do is to gallop through the fields some day on a horse of her own. Is that too much to ask? | Being Completely Alone: Elizaveta likes being with other people. It makes her feel happy and warm and wanted. To be completely alone would be terrifying to Elizaveta. Rejection: No one likes to be rejected, and neither does Elizaveta. It doesn't have to be through romance. Dying...Old: Elizaveta has always been somewhat obsessed with the idea of dying by saving someone or dying quickly in an accident. It's not that she fears growing old--it's just that something about dying as a wrinkly old woman doesn't really appeal to her. She'd rather die right after her prime, maybe her late forties, when she can still think thoroughly. Not that she'd like to die young either--no, that sounds rather terrible--but it's certainly preferable to having a stroke. Alzheimer's: Interestingly, Elizaveta holds a strange fear of the incurable disease. To forget who you were and everyone that matters to you sounds terrifying. To someone whose identity is so important to her, losing yourself is certainly the worst way to go. And the fact that no matter what you do, there's no way of preventing it...that's the most horrifying of all. |
Background |
Elizaveta's parents immigrated from Hungary in the hopes of starting a new life, especially for their soon-to-be-born child. They decided to live on a ranch, where Elizaveta's father would be able to raise his prize stallions and hopefully earn more money than they had in Hungary. Elizaveta would be their first child and they wanted to make sure that she was raised in a happy home. A happy home it was indeed. Elizaveta was born a happy, healthy baby. Her father, who had originally hoped for a boy, was mildly disappointed, though this view soon changed. Elizaveta was perhaps more like a boy than any other boy in the village. In fact, when Elizaveta was told she was a girl by her father, she thought he was lying at first. After all, Elizaveta could run faster and fight better than all of the boys her age (and some older). Elizaveta was truly her father's daughter though she bore her mother's resemblance. Elizaveta and her father would spend their days riding and training his stallions. When Elizaveta was six, Shadow, her father's mare, gave birth to Dark Moon, a beautiful black colt. It was with Dark Moon that Elizaveta knew in her heart that someday, she wanted own horses like the ones her father owned. At school, Elizaveta was a bit of an oddity amongst her peers. Girls were judgmental and difficult to talk to. It was much easier having guy friends, and that's what Elizaveta did. Sometimes, she felt left out because she rarely had girl friends, but for the most part, she was happy and well respected. The girls grew to accept her as well. Elizaveta became the person you ran to with your problems, big or small. She was admired by several of her classmates because Elizaveta wasn't afraid to be who she was. That changed as Elizaveta grew older. In middle school, Elizaveta had been happy to play her little role in her school's society. When she entered high school though, Elizaveta began to change. Most of her physical changes had taken place, but mentally, Elizaveta still remained a girl who liked to wear jeans and cringed at the sight of a skirt. During her freshman year, Elizaveta grew more curious. She wanted to look pretty--who didn't? And while Elizaveta had had many secret childhood crushes, they grew stronger and more intense. Part of Elizaveta was ashamed of what was happening. After all, Elizaveta was supposed to be the strong, tomboyish girl who didn't care what others thought of her. It was her identity, the person that her classmates had grown to know and in this little town, people never changed much. For half a year, Elizaveta tried desperately to not turn into one of the "other girls." She still hung out with guys and refused to wear dresses, though secretly, she tried them on in private. Elizaveta wanted girl friends as well, girls who would understand what she was going through and help her. Midway through the year, Elizaveta decided she'd had enough. She didn't want to hide who she was. Unsurprisingly, her classmates did not embrace that change. They had already accepted tomboyish Elizaveta and were reluctant to accept Elizaveta's new and changing identity. Some people called her a suck up. Others seemed to judge her for it. "Where is the Elizaveta I knew?" became a question that she heard all too frequently. Everyone couldn't seem to accept that Elizaveta was changing. Was it that hard to believe? Things at home weren't going all that well either. Her father ended up sick in bed with leukemia. Elizaveta's mother, knowing that they didn't have the funds to pay for the medical bills and that Elizaveta didn't have time to take care of so many horses after school and still keep up her grades, sold their horses. She did it without telling Elizaveta. One day, Elizaveta went to school and when she returned home, ready to kiss Dark Moon on the nose and go for her afternoon ride, all of the horses were gone and the stables were empty. Elizaveta cried that night. She'd lost her best friend through the ages without being able to say goodbye. Her mother had betrayed her. Whatever Elizaveta thought at the time, she became more understanding as time went on. The sale of the horses had provided enough money to pay for all the medical bills. Eventually, her father grew stronger. After several transplants, he was officially declared to be free of cancer. It was during this time that Elizaveta began to take on a more motherly role in the house. Her mother, busy working a job to support their family (the horses had paid for the medical bills but little else), could not take enough time to do house cleaning. Her mother left early and returned late and they could not afford to hire a housekeeper. So those duties fell to Elizaveta. When she came home, she cleaned, she swept, she cooked. Each member of their household pulled their own weight. The need to always be taking care of her family took its toll on Elizaveta. She showed up to school half asleep and even though she had one or two good friends, she never had time to spend with them outside of school. She always had to clean or cook or visit her father. There was always something to do. Her grades never suffered, but her friendships did and often, Elizaveta felt very much alone. She took to writing out her emotions, though never directly as she feared her parents would find it. Instead, she wrote them into the characters of her stories and what creative stories they were indeed. Some seemed almost sadistic and cruel and for a while, Elizaveta sunk into a depression. It was hard, harder than she imagined. But still. Her father was alive and her mother was alright. Elizaveta was doing fine. They would make it. By the time her father was declared free of cancer, it was almost Elizaveta's graduation. She'd been accepted into some of the top colleges in the country. She could go anywhere she wanted. But with her father still weak and her mother supporting most of their finances, Elizaveta knew she couldn't burden them with the thought that they might have to pay for her student loans. Instead, she took a job. Elizaveta didn't want to stay in her little village. She wanted to go somewhere big and grand and wonderful where she could get away from all of the judgment and everyone she had always known. Elizaveta wanted something bigger. She wanted the city. City life was no stroll in the park either. Elizaveta wanted to write but with no higher education and no experience, no newspaper would hire her and writing a novel with no money and a family to help support was out of the question. So Elizaveta did the second best thing she could do in the city. She became a maid. Elizaveta doesn't regret her decision to come to London, though she admits that she had never imagined herself being a maid as a job. She had always had bigger dreams than that. She still does, they're just on the back burner for now. Sometimes she wonders where she's heading but Elizaveta hopes that it will turn out for the best. That's really all you have sometimes, isn't it? The hope that things will turn out right. |
Role-Play Sample |
A nice, relaxing bath. Elizaveta sighed contentedly as she slipped into the hot water that steamed around her. Her employers were away for the weekend and she had the house all to herself. Well, mostly. There was still a job to be done, but it was almost ten now and the children were asleep and it was rather relaxing to be all on her own. She didn't usually take many baths at her employers' place. It was rather rude, after all. But they were away on a vacation somewhere, their anniversary she believed. They'd asked her to stay at their house to watch the kids, make sure they went to bed on time and everything. They trusted Elizaveta after all. IT seemed like people found her rather trustworthy somehow. Elizaveta lathered soap onto herself and rubbed shampoo into her hair. It had been a busy day, full of goodbyes and packing and cleaning. Their little girl had cried when her parents left...she had a fear of abandonment. Elizaveta had comforted her though. And now that the children were resting rather peacefully, Elizaveta could enjoy herself. Speaking of enjoying herself...Elizaveta reached over the side of the tub. Rubbing her hands on the towel, she grabbed hold of a paperback book. It wouldn't be good to get it wet. She'd only just borrowed it from a friend after all. Smiling happily, Elizaveta allowed herself to get comfortable in the tub and opened up the book to the first page. The first thing she noticed when she met him was his eyes. Green eyes, contrasted with the darkness of his hair... "Eliza! Eliza!" Elizaveta snapped out of her book. She'd only just begun to read and a certain displeasure settled over her. Closing her eyes, Elizaveta took a deep breath. "What is it, Anna?" "Tommy wet his bed!" Elizaveta inwardly groaned. And she'd just started calming down too! "I'll be there in a moment honey," she called. There was a pause. "Okay, but hurry! He started to cry!" Rinsing off her soap-ladden hair as best as she could, Elizaveta pulled herself out of the bath and tossed on a towel. As she dressed, Elizaveta looked regrettably at the paperback book, which had been tossed aside in her frenzy. Oh, how she'd been looking forwards to her bath as well. Entering another world always soothed Elizaveta rather well. Pulling on her pants, she gave a small, bitter smile. Ah well. Fantasy could wait. For now, Elizaveta thought as she pulled open the door, reality called. |
OOC Information |
Leia |
PM/Mona |
Did you hear about the prank Moriarty pulled? Sherlock totally fell for it. |
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? |
made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |