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Elizabeta Héderváry
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Name:
Elizabeta Héderváry
Age:
24
Nationality:
Hungarian
Job:
Appearance:
° Eye color || A bright emerald green; very expressive and usually quite open about her emotions.
° Hair color || At first glance her hair is plain brown; but at a closer look there are some hints of auburn and dark blond. This is more apparent when she is outside in the sun. She is fond of braiding her hair, even though it usually comes loose by the end of the day. There are often flowers in her hair.
° Height || 5'3" -- though when angry, she can look much taller.
° Weight || About 135 lbs; do not ever mention her weight to her face. Most of it is all muscle.
° Defining features || Elizabeta has two very contradicting, outwardly unique qualities about her. One is the fact that there is always some sort of freshly-picked flower woven into her braid. It matches her sweet but mischievous smile and seemingly innocent face. The other is that she always carries around a frying pan (hidden somewhere on her person); be wary of her short temper; she means business. She also has a long, ragged mark from her right shoulder that crosses her collarbone and travels down the length of her arm. She doesn’t like to talk about it.
° Additional features || Elizabeta is slim, with a slight stocky build that’s not quite feminine but not too masculine either, with narrow hips and long legs. There is definite strength in her body, no doubt about that. She is more muscular than most females, though it is not too noticeable. She is careful to not tip other people about what her body looks like; she alternates between taking full advantage of it (particularly when there is justice to be served and enforcing to be done) and disliking it immensely. Her hair is always partly pinned up, usually in a braid wound around her head. For casual outfits, she prefers a mix of green and white with hints of brown with form-fitting dresses, with the low neck and her long brown hair cascading down her back. She is fond of dressing up in her country’s traditional clothing for the holidays, and will hit you if you make fun of her. She’s too proud of being Hungarian to let it go.
Personality:
Elizabeta is the free-spirited, big sister type. The type to comfort you when you need it one moment, and push you to your limits and kick your ass into gear the next with the necessary roughness, to make sure that you don't laze around. She is not afraid of getting her hands dirty if needed, and would be more than glad to do so than stay clean. She doesn’t particularly care if she’s chastised because of it, as she is one who is determined to stay free of obligations expected of her and refuses to go back. She is fond of roaming wherever she can and however far she can go to explore before she’s called back; she always feels like there’s something calling out to her. She’s attracted to any sort of conflict, a warrior at heart, and will most likely be found right at the heart of where the action is; either at the sidelines or in the middle of it. She is a firm believer in pansexuality, as her romantic feelings have more than once swayed towards her own sex. And she’s not afraid to show it. This also includes her fondness of male love. And them doing questionable things behind closed doors. Yes, Elizabeta has very strange tastes when it comes to romance sometimes. Her many quirks make her an odd sort of person.
She loves being around people – anyone who captures her interest – and taking on the role of looking after them if needed; she has a tendency to mother those younger than her, even if she isn't too much older than them. She could be a good mother, if she wasn't so attached to her independent lifestyle. But she is fond of teasing people, especially a certain Prussian. She is extremely energetic (you could never get her to stand still for more than a few minutes), endlessly cheerful -- though with a bit of dark humor -- stubbornly determined and rather hard-headed at times. Elizabeta has the ability to make friends, and enemies, quickly with her overprotective and mostly wild behavior. She lets herself loose from what she's supposed to do and doesn't care for the consequences; she doesn't hold herself back when it comes to doing the first thing that comes to mind (such as having a tendency to slap people multiple times on the head with her frying pan). She switches between acting very feminine and very violent without warning most of the time; it is usually impossible to tell what kind of mood she is in. She thinks of herself as a master strategist, and she manages to make her voice heard with threats of bodily harm. She has a short temper; it is not something you want to be on the end of. She'll find a way to make sure you know that you've done something wrong. She has a pristine memory, and won't easily forget a face.
Otherwise, she can be a very sweet person -- if she wants to be, or if the situation calls for it -- with a long fuse. She is willing to listen to and nurture, and to help those in need to the best of her ability. One could say that her charity is her greatest strength and weaknesses; her heart can be a bit too open at times despite her rough exterior, and if she is unable to help someone, she draws within herself for a short period -- before immediately bouncing back and acting like nothing was wrong. Because she won't hear of any concern, far too proud to admit anything. Elizabeta is very devoted to her passions, determined to prove that she's just as capable as any man at her job. The Hungarian is incredibly stubborn after all. She refuses to be limited, and will knock down anyone who stands in her way without mercy. And she won't like you if you deliberately try to take her attention away.
History: (at least 2 paragraphs total)
RP Sample:
From Manor Of Fate, a HetaOni RP.
Out of character Name:
Chibi
Timezone/Country:
GMT -5 // USA
Age:
19
A little about yourself:
Anything Else?:
Name:
Elizabeta Héderváry
Age:
24
Nationality:
Hungarian
Job:
Appearance:
° Eye color || A bright emerald green; very expressive and usually quite open about her emotions.
° Hair color || At first glance her hair is plain brown; but at a closer look there are some hints of auburn and dark blond. This is more apparent when she is outside in the sun. She is fond of braiding her hair, even though it usually comes loose by the end of the day. There are often flowers in her hair.
° Height || 5'3" -- though when angry, she can look much taller.
° Weight || About 135 lbs; do not ever mention her weight to her face. Most of it is all muscle.
° Defining features || Elizabeta has two very contradicting, outwardly unique qualities about her. One is the fact that there is always some sort of freshly-picked flower woven into her braid. It matches her sweet but mischievous smile and seemingly innocent face. The other is that she always carries around a frying pan (hidden somewhere on her person); be wary of her short temper; she means business. She also has a long, ragged mark from her right shoulder that crosses her collarbone and travels down the length of her arm. She doesn’t like to talk about it.
° Additional features || Elizabeta is slim, with a slight stocky build that’s not quite feminine but not too masculine either, with narrow hips and long legs. There is definite strength in her body, no doubt about that. She is more muscular than most females, though it is not too noticeable. She is careful to not tip other people about what her body looks like; she alternates between taking full advantage of it (particularly when there is justice to be served and enforcing to be done) and disliking it immensely. Her hair is always partly pinned up, usually in a braid wound around her head. For casual outfits, she prefers a mix of green and white with hints of brown with form-fitting dresses, with the low neck and her long brown hair cascading down her back. She is fond of dressing up in her country’s traditional clothing for the holidays, and will hit you if you make fun of her. She’s too proud of being Hungarian to let it go.
Personality:
Elizabeta is the free-spirited, big sister type. The type to comfort you when you need it one moment, and push you to your limits and kick your ass into gear the next with the necessary roughness, to make sure that you don't laze around. She is not afraid of getting her hands dirty if needed, and would be more than glad to do so than stay clean. She doesn’t particularly care if she’s chastised because of it, as she is one who is determined to stay free of obligations expected of her and refuses to go back. She is fond of roaming wherever she can and however far she can go to explore before she’s called back; she always feels like there’s something calling out to her. She’s attracted to any sort of conflict, a warrior at heart, and will most likely be found right at the heart of where the action is; either at the sidelines or in the middle of it. She is a firm believer in pansexuality, as her romantic feelings have more than once swayed towards her own sex. And she’s not afraid to show it. This also includes her fondness of male love. And them doing questionable things behind closed doors. Yes, Elizabeta has very strange tastes when it comes to romance sometimes. Her many quirks make her an odd sort of person.
She loves being around people – anyone who captures her interest – and taking on the role of looking after them if needed; she has a tendency to mother those younger than her, even if she isn't too much older than them. She could be a good mother, if she wasn't so attached to her independent lifestyle. But she is fond of teasing people, especially a certain Prussian. She is extremely energetic (you could never get her to stand still for more than a few minutes), endlessly cheerful -- though with a bit of dark humor -- stubbornly determined and rather hard-headed at times. Elizabeta has the ability to make friends, and enemies, quickly with her overprotective and mostly wild behavior. She lets herself loose from what she's supposed to do and doesn't care for the consequences; she doesn't hold herself back when it comes to doing the first thing that comes to mind (such as having a tendency to slap people multiple times on the head with her frying pan). She switches between acting very feminine and very violent without warning most of the time; it is usually impossible to tell what kind of mood she is in. She thinks of herself as a master strategist, and she manages to make her voice heard with threats of bodily harm. She has a short temper; it is not something you want to be on the end of. She'll find a way to make sure you know that you've done something wrong. She has a pristine memory, and won't easily forget a face.
Otherwise, she can be a very sweet person -- if she wants to be, or if the situation calls for it -- with a long fuse. She is willing to listen to and nurture, and to help those in need to the best of her ability. One could say that her charity is her greatest strength and weaknesses; her heart can be a bit too open at times despite her rough exterior, and if she is unable to help someone, she draws within herself for a short period -- before immediately bouncing back and acting like nothing was wrong. Because she won't hear of any concern, far too proud to admit anything. Elizabeta is very devoted to her passions, determined to prove that she's just as capable as any man at her job. The Hungarian is incredibly stubborn after all. She refuses to be limited, and will knock down anyone who stands in her way without mercy. And she won't like you if you deliberately try to take her attention away.
History: (at least 2 paragraphs total)
RP Sample:
From Manor Of Fate, a HetaOni RP.
Hungary couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of wording for the description of his tulip festivals, the scent of the flowers filling her senses completely. It let her body relax as she listened, a gentle smile curving up her lips. “Everyone should appreciate the raw beauty of nature more, igen,” she said, eyes closing briefly. The images of endless emerald fields filled her mind, and she felt her spirit soar high (higher than it had in days) as she recalled the fond memories from her childhood. “I find that it is rather…disappointing that humans so readily forget.”
Tilting her head up at the sky, she smiled at nothing as the tulip she had picked was twirled absently between the tips of her fingers. Netherlands’s words had reminded her of her country’s own flower festival in the summer, and she found herself longing fervently to see it again. A faint, wistful sigh escaped her, and she glanced sidelong at the taller country for a moment, wondering if she should invite him to see it – before shifting her gaze back to the overcast skies.
Elizabeta searched for something to say as she tried to will back the faint blush that was painted a light red on her skin, humming lightly in her throat. She was pleased that they hadn’t dissolved into a silly argument yet, and a thought came into her mind that perhaps they could be friends; she hoped at least to be able to stay around Netherlands. While she wanted to know more about the Dutchman – and find the answer as to why he was making her feel like this – Hungary couldn’t help but wonder why he was sticking by her. But she didn’t dare entertain the notion that perhaps he was as interested in her as she was in him.
Realizing that she hadn’t responded to him yet, she asked, “You think so?” as she brushed her hand against the petals of the flower in her hair. “…Köszönöm.” She certainly hadn’t expected that compliment, her heart picking up in tempo against her chest. Elizabeta nodded faintly, looking back down at the tulip in her hands. “I know. It was a flower given to me when I was very young; I don’t remember the name of it.”
For the first time since she had ventured outside, Hungary realized that she was cold. She hadn’t noticed the chill of the air until now, and a slight shiver caused her body to shudder – hopefully unnoticeably. She glanced up at Netherlands curiously when he fell silent, blinking slowly. And this time their eyes met. A strange feeling filled her chest as Elizabeta tried to read the emotion in his golden irises; she could recognize the longing there, but there was something else… She could sense it, but she could not put a name to the unfamiliar sensation that passed between the two of them.
The Hungarian woman gave him a warm smile in an attempt to cheer him up, suddenly wanting to take his hand and reassure him; she had heard the sadness that echoed in his voice, matching her own melancholy. But she hesitated, not knowing if he’d appreciate the gesture or not. “That sounds like a plan,” she said softly, almost surprised at finding just how much she was looking forward to being able to spend time with him.
Her eyes flicked down to the offered box of cigarettes, and her lips quirked into a grin as she laughed again. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to laugh suddenly, though perhaps it had to do something with the light feeling that filled her body. “I would love to go with you,” she agreed, as she slipped a smoke out from the carton and stuck it between her teeth to speak around it. “I have always heard how beautiful your festival was, and I’ve never managed to visit your country to see it in time.”
Hungary took a chance and reached forward to lightly press the tips of her fingers against his wrist, a determined expression on her face as her resolve strengthened. “We’ll get out of here. I know we will.” And suddenly she was very sure that every single country would manage to escape, even if it seemed impossible now. Elizabeta knew that there had to be a way. “And we’ll find that answer. All of us.”
Out of character Name:
Chibi
Timezone/Country:
GMT -5 // USA
Age:
19
A little about yourself:
Anything Else?:
