Post by bambi on Jun 28, 2012 17:05:32 GMT -5
ELIZABETA MAGYAR HEDERVARY
Name:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Elizabeta Magyar Héderváry[/font]
Nickname:[/font][/size][/b][/u] My Lady, Queen Elizabeta, Highness, Her Majesty, Lady of White, Eliza, Lizzie, Eli, Lizzy, Liz, Liza[/font]
Nationality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Penuria [[Hungary]][/font]
Gender:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Female[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 24[/font]
Social Rank:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Royal[/font]
Occupation:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Queen[/font]
Hair Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Brown[/font]
Eye Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Green[/font]
Weight:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 5’6” [/font]
Height:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 130 lbs[/font]
Special Features:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Despite being a ‘lady of grace’, Eliza has a scar from her right shoulder near the base of her neck down to her clavicle bone. Also, despite being a ‘lady of grace’, Eliza’s eyes hold a fiery and wild spirit that you would assume belongs to untamed horse.
Hungary has long, waist length, wavy, chestnut hair. The lengthy hair covers an oval shaped face that encompasses two, fiery, green eyes. A mouth and a nose, just like any other person’s. Her ears are usually hid behind the waves of chestnut hair. She’s long-limmed, from her arms to her legs, light skinned, and her muscle size does not provide any indication to her actual brute strength. It’s a gift of being a woman to be strong and still look feminine! [/font]
Likes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Love -Expressive love in general, to be truthful, but especially the love between men
- Reading -Especially steamy love stories
- Delivering divine punishment with her frying pan
- Silence (is golden, duct tape is silver.)
- Cooking
- Cleaning
- Friendly people
- Eavesdropping (If it holds any interest to her)
- Fighting
Dislikes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Loud people (Well, it depends on how they’re being loud.)
- Disruptive people
- Violence (Unless it’s her own)
- Fake Love
- Rude people
- People who bully
- Being bossed around (But she knows when to obey)
Strengths:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Sewing, knitting, embroidery- All very lady-like hobbies. And all of them are things Eliza enjoys for a quite evening. Not to mention, it not only helps her spend time -but she can also give what she makes to people when she’s done making it. It makes for a nice little ‘I appreciate you.’
- Fighting - Now. She’d never admit this in front of polite society (Who’re we kidding, she’s uncontainable) buuuut, Eli’s got a bit of a tomboy (or a lot of a tomboy) in her. She enjoys fighting. And when I say fighting, I mean one-sided mutilation. She’s quick to beat the crap out of people -especially boys- who irritate her. She’s not nice about it either, it usually consist of head-trauma from a frying pan she carries around.
- Chores - Eli actually enjoys doing the house-hold like chores. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, all of it. During her child-hood she was such a wild tomboy that believed herself to be a male so the idea was disgustingly feminine and meant for the ladies -but as she grew older and despite retaining her tomboy qualities she founds more feminine hobbies she liked. These things are apart of them. They’re surprisingly good exercise too.
- Loyalty; Her Loyalty is unquestionable. Even if her heart isn't in love with the King, the feeling of duty and loyalty she has toward her Kingdom is irrefutable. The fact she would give her life for her kingdom -and by default her Husband, her King, is what made her a prime candidate for Queen. Eliza is just that type of person, the type that would die or even do things she didn't agree to if it would keep those she loves happy and safe.
Strong; Eliza has strength in many ways. Strength in Conviction of Character, Strength in Spirit, most noticably though, is her literal brute strength. The sheer effort of which she possesses would be enough to knock a normal person on their ass and probably do pretty serious damage.
Weaknesses:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Temper; Eliza has a bit of a temper on her, which doesn't help matters as her fists will often times react before her brain. Only with states of affairs does she keep herself calm. But when it comes to her own personal problems, she'd rather solve them physically.
- Romantist; Eliza's heart can often times over-ride her better judgement, causing her to make rash decisions like sneaking out from the castle. Her love for her people, and battle could possible cause her to put herself in harms way for even loyally pawns -mostly because they're in her way.
- Disobediant; If Eliza had to say there's anything she likes about being queen, it would be the power. She likes that her decision is practically the highest authority -but she hates how, as being a royal, she's forced to obey things she finds pointless.
- Judgemental; Eliza has her beliefs, and she holds to them strong-fastedly. Which can often times lead her to be judgemental about the way other people act if she finds it redundant or rude or just plain retarded.
- Frank; Eliza tends to be a bit too frank with her words. She only understands the concept of "sugar coating" when it has to do with the sake of her kingdom and royal matters. Other than that, her mouth can be a bit filthy with the swear words and the cutting jabs.
Dreams:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Acceptance; Eli tries to act as lady-like as possible. Especially in front of her people. She wants them to see her as a reliable and honest queen. But no matter what, she can‘t throw away the person that she is. She‘s got a temper, she‘s a tomboy, and she can be unreasonable. But she still hopes that people -hers especially, will accept her for being what she is.
- Her Kingdom is prosperous; Eli really adores her kingdom -if that isn't obvious by now, more than even herself. As much as she hopes the Kingdom's future includes her, she’ll even be able to withstand the heartache even if it doesn’t include her. As long as the people are happy, Eli is willing to withstand any pains.
- Children; Believe it or not, Eli hopes for children. She wants to raise babies -she wants to raise the babies born of her and a man she loves most of all though. She has mostly given this dream up though.
- Reversal; She hopes for the day men have to wear the damned dresses and girls can wear the comfy clothes.
Fears:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Rejection; Eli is terrified that -especially the people she really wants to accept her -will reject the person she is if they ever see the side of her that is not lady-like. The tomboy side that has been and always will be apart of her.
- Losing anyone precious; Eli is terrified of the idea that anyone she holds dear could suddenly disappear into the after-life where she cannot follow them. Even those she refuses to admit caring about, she‘ll still feel like her worlds falling apart if they were to die.
- Anyone more powerful than her; this is mostly an animalist instinct. She doesn‘t want to cower to anyone -but like most animals, she tends to be wary of anything that could over-power her.
- The fall of her Kingdom; Despite how nonchalant she may come across as, Eli, probably more than anyone, burdens herself with the safety of her Kingdom. It is and always has been the Queen's job to protect her King and her Kingdom. She puts it all on herself, not sure how to share this fear with others. She even has nightmares occasionally about her land under attack and under fire. The screams of her people wake her in a cold-sweat, causing soundless screams to erupt from her throat.
- Getting Drunk; Who the hell knows what she would do if she were to get drunk? Eli, honestly, doesn't want to find out.
Personality:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
Elizabeta is a strong spirited young girl who believes in pan sexuality - the gender of the partners does not matter. The fact that they’re in love can light her face in a smile, and occasionally make her want to take pictures if she happens to have a camera handy. So, for that very reason she absolutely hates shallow, false “love.” If it isn’t 25% Pure, 25% Innocent, 25% Faithful, 25% Passionate. If it isn’t 100% True Love, she isn’t interested in it. She won’t even give it the time of day, let alone a second glance. It just isn’t worth it. Who wants to put effort into something half-heartedly? Everything should be done whole-heartedly.
Or so she’d like to think. But sometimes -or rather a lot of times- she tends to see things from her fantasy world. Men fighting? Holding each other by the collar to hit each other in the face? She can often times see it as a ‘seme’ holding his ‘uke’ close, to put his hand gently on the other’s face. She has a very imaginative fantasy world. Unfortunately however, because of this full-hearted approach she’s the type that could be hurt by stubbornly persisting and throwing herself at the wolves to cling to feelings that may be one-sided.
Cooking and cleaning are hobbies of hers. Normal, right? Her not so normal hobby is “delivering divine retribution!” Despite that pan sexual out-look on life, she’s very much religious and very much certain that her frying pan and it’s uncanny habit of colliding with people is God’s instrument and work. She’s just the vassal to use. A puppet of the Lord’s in smiting wicked, sinful people. People who don’t know what a pure heart is, in Eliza’s opinion. Those were the absolute worse, frivolous, lecherous, ladies’ men. You’d think they’d never heard of a little saying, “I only need you.” Her true love obsession can lead her into some pretty dark corners with her personality. For as sweet and kind as she more often than not is, it couldn’t be put past her to play the bad guy and truly harm some one if the person she loved asked her of it. If in love, she could be compared to a guard dog who will, with a bit of a fuss if it goes against her morals or possibly no fuss at all, leap when told.
If you can ignore the slightly violent tendencies of hers, Eliza is usually rather mild-mannered -despite speaking her feelings honestly, polite, and kind. She puts in a special amount of effort to act as such in front of people she likes. Most pointedly, Her adored countrymen. It would be an absolute horror to be anything but proper and cute in front of him. She wants them to see only her good sides. To think of her as a kind, sweet, honest, pure, strong, dependable, and some one they can rely on to keep them safe -all while seeming lady-like. Needless to say she will act violent in front of them if it‘s to defend them or when she has no other choice -there is also the times she can‘t control herself. Narcissistic jackasses for example, she doesn‘t care who‘s watching. She has the horrible desire to hit them as hard as she can. She doesn’t actually hate them though-- okay, mostly, yes she does. Back to her people though… If they of all people disliked her and thought her a pest, Eliza would be completely shattered and with only a box of chocolates and forbidden romance between men books , that she really shouldn’t be reading as a proper young lady, to console her. Eliza never really cared for the praise, but she always wants to strive for the smile on the faces of those she likes.
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History:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
Eliza’s life was fairly normal to start with. She came from a noble rank family -and as she was the only girl in a family with a deceased mother, two younger brothers, and a rough and ready warrior of a father, she was raised like a boy. In fact, she believed she was one for most of her childhood. She was trained in the ways of combat like her brothers. And even though she did the icky girly jobs to help her father, she always believed herself to be a strong, grown up man like her father.
This earned her quite a few male ‘friends’. One of which, she remembered best. This so called knight in shining armor who she’d fight with and often times fight beside. He was annoying, and made for a bothersome enemy, but he was a pretty good fighting partner. There was also this damned kid… Damned father, always wanting to go to social gatherings to see pretty women. That was the worst place he’d taken them on a trip too. That kid was pure evil! She thought he was pretty cool to start with, but he turned out to be a brat! He couldn’t understand that she was a boy and kept calling her a girl. And then that little prick had the nerve to say boys don’t have long hair! They can too! He said they couldn’t and then he did something horrible. He cut off her hair! Granted, she was a boy so long hair wasn’t necessary, but she was so mad that she decked him and broke one of his canine teeth.
About the time she started to mature, she was taken from her family and to the castle. Only twelve, but it all felt so foreign to her. She was beat many times with a riding crop, until she got things right. Elegance, eloquent speech, manners, grace, dance, horse back riding, the whole kit and kaboodle needed to be queen. And when she was fourteen, she had to perform her first duty as future queen.
She wasn’t married yet, but she knew it was her duty, so when rogue bandits some how managed to get into the castle, she standed guard in front of the future King’s bedroom chambers. This got her a scar from her right shoulder by the base of her neck down to her clavicle bone. But she doesn’t feel it makes her ugly, she wears it with pride. After that, she took her training a bit more seriously -provided they let her learn from one of the best knights they had. She wanted to be at the top of her game to prevent anything bad.
When she was of age, and the King was of age, they were married. She had many miscarriages, which sent her into turmoil and the only time she did not look as if she would fall apart was during important meetings or when in the presence of people. From what the doctors could tell -it wasn’t that she’s barren, but that her body needs to stop being put under so much stress before a royal heir can be born from her body. She is now twenty-four and still alive, and still queen.[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Finding out that she was not a boy, she cried for an entire day about how she would never get to point her penis at the toilet. Often times ran away from studies, resulting in severe scolding. Four miscarriages, three due to stress, one due to an assassin‘s dagger plunging into her stomach.[/font]
Roleplay Sample:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
Hungary wasn’t sure how she was suppose to feel about it, about the fall of Prussia, about the disappearance of her childhood friend, her rival. It all seemed like it was going way too fast for her to process, to take in, to accept. For the most part, she just felt… numb. This man had caused a lot of trouble for her during the time they knew each other and she always swore up and down that she hated him, but having him not be there.. Turning around expecting to hit some one in the face with her frying pan and no one would be there, it didn’t seem like it could really be happening, but it was. He was already gone and all she could do to keep anyone else from seeing the turmoil in her heart was smile and pretending to be perfectly fine like it was some sort of victory.
She had just left Austria’s house from some business and crawled into bed for some sleep that had been neglected since. She slept deeply, and had only one dream. A time of when Prussia and herself were children, fighting and laughing and chasing after him after he’d make fun of her. And then, it turned into a nightmare. He suddenly vanished into a mist of fog. That was when she finally realized it, the thing her mind had been unable to accept. He really, truly, was gone and never coming back. The more horrifying realization was that she wasn’t happy at all, the man she claimed to hate so much was dead, and she couldn’t even smile from the bottom of her heart.
She jerked awake with a start, gasping in a deep breathe like some one who had just taken their first breathe after drowning for several minutes. With a small, tentative frown, she sat up and placed her bare feet against the cold wood floor. The chill sank into her as deeply as the understanding she had. She stood to go to the bathroom but only made it half-way toward her bedroom door before the tears fell like rain. As she cried louder than she even knew she could, she felt as if a hand was resting on her head. The sensation faded away after she managed to halt her crying. Unable to own up to the feelings of friendship she had for her hated rival she murmured sullenly to herself, “Hmp, serves you right, always picking on my Mr. Austria. don’t think I won’t beat you up when I join you in heaven.”[/font]
Alias:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Bee[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 19[/font]
Experience:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Too long to count[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Nope. I‘m pretty sure I‘m infamous.[/font]
Credits:
[/font]Application Code made by B and C. Lyrics by Temposhark, song “Don’t Mess With Me”[/font][/center]
