Post by izy on Mar 9, 2011 23:46:58 GMT -5
Elizaveta Héderváry
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My maiden's heart is pure![/center]
NAME:[/font] Elizaveta Héderváry
AGE: 18
GRADE: 12th/Senior
NATIONALITY: Hungarian
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Strong, both emotionally and physically. Elizaveta has been able to get herself out of big fights ever since she was a little kid, so she's pretty tough.
- Kind hearted. Elizaveta always considers the feelings of those close to her.
- Dependable; she will never let you down.
- Helpful. If you are ever in trouble, Elizaveta will be there, whether someone needs to be smacked with a frying pan or if you have trouble with your homework.
- Has dedication. She will get what needs to be done, finished, no matter what.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Yaoi fanatic. She's a rotten girl, and although she doesn't believe so, it's obvious she's just as perverted as everyone else is.
- Holds grudges; she can't forgive those that have wronged her.
- Menacing. She's very strong and formidable, so seeing her when she's angry is a scary sight.
- Masculine. Although she's held it back and kept herself meek these past years, she still has tendencies to act tomboyish at times.
- Foul-mouthed. She tends to let out bad words at times.
LIKES:
- Roderich. A longtime love interest, it's quite obvious that Elizaveta harbors strong feelings towards him.
- Listening to Roderich play the piano. Actually, she enjoys spending time with Roderich in general.
- Frying pans. Not only are they useful when cooking, they are also good makeshift weapons.
- Hunting. (Although she tries not to do it anymore, as it is unladylike.)
- Yaoi. Elizaveta is quite the fujoshi and usually has candid pictures in her camera that she carries everywhere.
DISLIKES:
- People that have bullied her in the past. This includes Gilbert, whom she has a bad history with.
- When others take advantage of Roderich. She cares a lot about him and will take the extra initiative to make sure that others consider his feelings.
- Any accusations of being a rotten girl. Elizaveta believes that her heart is pure and her mind is not corrupted, so she will deny any claims of her pervertedness.
- People who show any interest in Roderich. He's hers and hers only, so just stay away from him.
- Gilbert. Annoying and a jerk to both her and Roderich, Elizaveta always has to fight Gilbert off before he tries to hurt Roderich. (However, she does show kindness to him at times.)
FEARS:
- If any harm comes to those she cares most about
- If anything bad happens to Roderich and she can't be there to protect him
out of character
NAME: Izy
OTHER CHARACTERS: I don't really play any other characters.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Elizaveta awoke in the morning to the dim light of autumn. She sat up from her comfortable bed and embraced the new day, her room tinted yellow from the rising sunlight. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Elizaveta stood and walked herself to the bathroom to prepare herself, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, though her face appeared well-rested. She lamented over how meek she had become over the years, however, she knew in her heart that being feminine would be for the best, and splashed cool water onto her face, wiping away grime and sweat from her slumber.
A soft piano played, resonating down the halls, and accented the beautiful morning. Elizaveta quickly put on the distinct orange flower that always adorned her long brown hair, and hurried to put on a light green dress and apron so she could go see him.
Roderich’s hands rolled and chimed up and down the piano keys with dexterous skill, his fingers never missing a note. Elizaveta admired his piano playing and always enjoyed watching him as he dove into a musical mood, letting all his emotions flow out. Elizaveta felt close to him this way; it was as if he was showing her his true self, saying, this is me, this is my voice, this is my soul. Elizaveta loved hearing the keys as they were struck and sang to her according to how his heart played; Roderich is angry, Roderich is melancholy, Roderich is content. She smiled as she felt the piece come to a close, and finally end with a fading, final note.
“That was beautiful, Roderich.” She said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. He smiled at her. “Would you like to have breakfast now?” She agreed, and they walked together down the long, almost endless halls. The day held a hazy and peaceful ambiance as the morning slowed its pace, letting Elizaveta soak in this precious moment, for she held every single second with Roderich, dearly. She would listen to him speak to her in that calm, soft voice, while fiddling with her fingers like a young girl with a school crush; Roderich always made her heart skip beats and her face blush, complimenting her with his genuine, kindhearted words, and she would always replied with a thank you, turning her face the other way bashfully.
Of course, the one to come and ruin the morning would be the notorious Gilbert Beilschmidt. Seeing the light-haired, slender man waltz himself into the dining room and demand breakfast made her blood boil, and she already held an irritated expression on her face as Gilbert helped himself to Roderich’s delicious shortcake, not caring about any protests that came from Roderich, who worked hard baking the sweet dessert. Elizaveta abruptly got up from her chair and angrily grabbed a giant frying pan from the kitchen. She stomped her way towards Gilbert, who laughed heartily at Roderich’s misery, not noticing the enraged woman approaching him from behind. The atmosphere in the room grew more and more intense as Elizaveta drew closer and closer to Gilbert, and Roderich watched in horror as Elizaveta, in a violent fury, struck the Prussian man, who began to choke cake down his throat as he tried to get himself back onto his feet from the powerful, hate-filled blow.
“Get out of my house!” She bellowed, her formidable face glaring at her longtime rival and bully, wielding her weapon high in the air, threatening to attack again if he did not hurry himself out. Gilbert painfully swallowed the cake, and hastily ran out of the room to the front door.
Elizaveta returned the cooking utensil to its rightful spot, brushed her dress, and sat back down at the table, enjoying her tasty breakfast as Roderich looked at her in awe.
A soft piano played, resonating down the halls, and accented the beautiful morning. Elizaveta quickly put on the distinct orange flower that always adorned her long brown hair, and hurried to put on a light green dress and apron so she could go see him.
Roderich’s hands rolled and chimed up and down the piano keys with dexterous skill, his fingers never missing a note. Elizaveta admired his piano playing and always enjoyed watching him as he dove into a musical mood, letting all his emotions flow out. Elizaveta felt close to him this way; it was as if he was showing her his true self, saying, this is me, this is my voice, this is my soul. Elizaveta loved hearing the keys as they were struck and sang to her according to how his heart played; Roderich is angry, Roderich is melancholy, Roderich is content. She smiled as she felt the piece come to a close, and finally end with a fading, final note.
“That was beautiful, Roderich.” She said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. He smiled at her. “Would you like to have breakfast now?” She agreed, and they walked together down the long, almost endless halls. The day held a hazy and peaceful ambiance as the morning slowed its pace, letting Elizaveta soak in this precious moment, for she held every single second with Roderich, dearly. She would listen to him speak to her in that calm, soft voice, while fiddling with her fingers like a young girl with a school crush; Roderich always made her heart skip beats and her face blush, complimenting her with his genuine, kindhearted words, and she would always replied with a thank you, turning her face the other way bashfully.
Of course, the one to come and ruin the morning would be the notorious Gilbert Beilschmidt. Seeing the light-haired, slender man waltz himself into the dining room and demand breakfast made her blood boil, and she already held an irritated expression on her face as Gilbert helped himself to Roderich’s delicious shortcake, not caring about any protests that came from Roderich, who worked hard baking the sweet dessert. Elizaveta abruptly got up from her chair and angrily grabbed a giant frying pan from the kitchen. She stomped her way towards Gilbert, who laughed heartily at Roderich’s misery, not noticing the enraged woman approaching him from behind. The atmosphere in the room grew more and more intense as Elizaveta drew closer and closer to Gilbert, and Roderich watched in horror as Elizaveta, in a violent fury, struck the Prussian man, who began to choke cake down his throat as he tried to get himself back onto his feet from the powerful, hate-filled blow.
“Get out of my house!” She bellowed, her formidable face glaring at her longtime rival and bully, wielding her weapon high in the air, threatening to attack again if he did not hurry himself out. Gilbert painfully swallowed the cake, and hastily ran out of the room to the front door.
Elizaveta returned the cooking utensil to its rightful spot, brushed her dress, and sat back down at the table, enjoying her tasty breakfast as Roderich looked at her in awe.
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