Post by NINJA on Jan 2, 2010 18:47:14 GMT -5
Name:
Erszébet [Elizaveta] Héderváry
Country of Origin:
Hungary
Age:
27
Affiliation:
Civvie
Expertise:
Worker at The Ancient Dragon Bookstore
Personality:
Erszebet, despite what some people might think, is a fairly cool person most of the time, and gets along with, well, mostly everyone, as long as they're not bothering her or her friends in any way. She's open and friendly, and about as non-judgemental as a girl can get. In most cases, when she sees someone who is injured or just weak, she feels the need to fuss over them like a mother hen- note, in most cases, because her antagonists can die for all she cares.
Despite this, when it comes to something she feels strongly about, Elizaveta can have a rather explosive temper that affects anyone and everyone involved. Because of this, she tends to get along better with 'the boys' than the girls, and she's pretty kick-ass in a fight, especially when armed with kitchen utensils. She's so very not delicate, but secretly she's a romantic, and wouldn't object to being romanced and protected and swept off her feet sometime. However, seeing as she tends to fend people off and give off dangerous vibes, that's not likely to happen.
Appearance:
At five-foot two-inches, Erszebet looks like a delicate woman, as if she would break were one to lose their temper and hit her. Long brown lashes, deep green eyes, a thin nose and the dresses she tends to wear on her off time all point to a feminine person, but if one looks closer, they'll notice some discrepencies. Her light brown hair, though combed neatly, has innumerable split ends, and the most make-up she wears is chapstick to keep her lips from cracking. And beneath the dresses, her body is less curved than one would imagine; lean muscles have eaten away at her chest and hip fat, leaving her lithe and battle-ready. Her arms and legs are not thin, nor slender, but rather well-formed, showing without bulk that she has not led a sedentary life.
Strengths
- Erszebet, quite frankly, can fight like a man, as she has proven many, many times in her rather short life.
- She generally makes good alliances- not always, but generally.
- She usually can tell when people are lying.
- And of course, she has mad sneaking skills.
Weaknesses:
- Most times, she's not really sure how to act like a girl, since she grew up believing she was one of the boys.
- Erszebet tends to overreacts to a lot of things, and sometimes doesn't stop to think about it.
- And, sadly, she misinterprets what people say often, which can put her in some akward situations.
Likes
- Books
- Romance
- Kitchen Utensils
- Germans
- German Food
- Cute People
- Flowers
Dislikes
- Pasta
- Idiots
- Feminists
- Turks
- Fighting
Quirks
- She carries around frying pans under her skirts, usually strapped to her thigh. Can never be too careful, yanno?
- Whenever she feels threatened, her hand instantly goes to her frying pan, which usually ends up pushing her skirt up and inviting perverted comments, which results in a frying pan to their heads... a vicious cycle.
Phobias:
- Being left alone. She has known no one for three years, and every day that passes without any true contact with another person, the fear that no one will ever want her around grows stronger.
- Relationships. Being a romantic does not change the fact that her failed relationship with her first man messed her up pretty badly.
History:
Erszebet was born to a humble farming family in Hungary, the third in a line of four children and the only girl. Her mother died in the birthing of the youngest boy, and so Erszi didn't have much female guidance while growing up. She spent most of her time wrestling and rolling in the muck with her brothers, and didn't, in fact, know that she was a girl until her breasts started budding and her father decided that she needed to be more feminine.
Nevermind that she liked the dresses, or that she actually was pretty good at mending clothes and other such things she was expected to do. She hated it, and she hated it even more when the boys her age looked at her differently. She was no longer a playmate, but some mystifying creature that they would later have to marry and provide for, and she couldn't stand it for the longest time.
Soon enough, though, she realized that she wasn't all that adverse to the idea of being... different... than the boys. The attention she got slowly changed her views, and soon it was no longer repulsion she felt at their stumbling attempts to woo her. One boy in particular, MÁTYÁS, convinced her that he would be the best possibly husband for her, especially in their small village, and she was set to marry him...
Until he lost his temper one night when she was nineteen, and she realized that this was not the life she wanted. She didn't want to be trapped with a man who could do anything he wanted without punishment, raising children she didn't want... With a couple of brief notes to her father and brothers, and some clothes stolen from her youngest sibling, she fled, making her way west, through Austria and then Prussia and Germany, and eventually making her way to the european west coast.
From there, it took merely a thought before she decided on America as her final stop. After the hassle of immigration completion at Ellis Island, she was exhausted, and hardly in any position to be picky about where she stopped. Someone suggested Blue Creek apartments, and she settled there with no hesitation. By this point she was twenty four, and she could hardly attempt to gain a true career, and when she came across The Ancient Dragon Bookstore and saw that it was, in fact, hiring, she went for the position at once.
For three years, she spent her time working, taking care of books, and learning the language of the country- and city- she had settled in. Even now, she can sometimes not think of the words she wants to use in English and must resort to speaking in her native language and hoping that they can figure out what she means. She is only just now starting to open up to the people around her and get to know them...
Sample/Character Introduction:
To be Viera was to be one with the Wood, to have a natural rapport with nature and magick, to be self-sufficient and have no need of other genders, much less other races, in the daily life. To be Viera was to be aloof and untouchable, to be stronger, smarter, faster, better. To be Viera was to be arrogant and blinded by long years and isolation, to force oneself to believe everything that other races believed, even while one knew it was a lie. It was a precarious balance... one that became harder to maintain as time passed and the Humes discovered, created, and changed, because even so isolated, the Wood heard everything, and through It, so did the Viera. And Viera were not conditioned to cope well to change.
It was no longer unheard of for a Viera to branch off from their village and take their own path, to be rejected by the Wood- or so it was said, by the youngest, barely in their hundreds and still prone to gossip and, likewise, curiosity... a trait that would be trained out of them by the time they were Fran's age, to be sure.
Perhaps it was here that the thoughts developed. There was rarely other opportunity for them to creep into her mind- no, she did not think she was such as to come up with these ideas on her own. There was nothing to distinguish her behaviors from Jote's, or Mjrn's, other than the occupations chosen, and those they tended to be around more often. Fran, despite that she held all the wisdom of her many, many centuries, was kept young compared to the standard Viera of her age by her occupation. As a hunter- and one of their best- she often went out in groups of three, with another young hunter and a young healer. She never specified who she would go with, because ideally, one Viera was very much like the next.
At least after all vestiges of personality had been trained out of them.
The doubts had started on a hunt that had gone from bad- Fran was distracted by the monthly pull of the moon on her womb, and even being as she was could not perform as per her norm during this time- to worse when a pack of Coerl attacked. Rarely did Viera hunt Coerl, as the meat was not worth the trouble in killing them, and so rarely did Coerl attack back, but the scent of blood, from Fran and the younger two who were covered in minor scratches, attracted them.
Fran could barely hold up a barrier, with her injuries, and she was resigning herself to fight the Coerl off until the other two could call their sisters to come help when the slim bodies bashing against her barrier stilled. Over their own breathing, the three Viera could hear voices- Hume voices, first laughing, then screaming as the focus of the uncannily intelligent beasts changed. Fran felt nothing but relief, as they retreated to safe ground so that the healer could work her magicks on their wounds. "We live to see a new hunt," murmured the healer as she finished with Fran and moved on to the younger huntress. The words, 'but they do not' were left unsaid.
That night, in the safety of her own 'home', Fran dreamt, as she so rarely did. She saw a pack of Coerl ripping into two hapless humes, who were no doubt by Viera standards but babes, while she, who'd had centuries to experience life, stood by watching impassively.
It only grew worse from there, and she caught herself often on the verge of violent break-downs, having to meditate often to calm the roiling mists inherent in her. She knew it could not go on, and began to think of a solution, though all that she came up with were undesirable. And when she finally came upon a decision, it was with much relief and regret- for to leave her sisters was to leave herself, and to leave the Wood was much like leaving behind everything she knew about the world. It would be pain so intense as to almost seem physical...
But there was nothing for it. Even knowing that she would be banned from Eruyt, that the Wood would reject her, now that her eyes were open she could not close them again, as she would need to do to live contently as she had been living.
It was time for some change.
... ._.
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Erszébet [Elizaveta] Héderváry
Country of Origin:
Hungary
Age:
27
Affiliation:
Civvie
Expertise:
Worker at The Ancient Dragon Bookstore
Personality:
Erszebet, despite what some people might think, is a fairly cool person most of the time, and gets along with, well, mostly everyone, as long as they're not bothering her or her friends in any way. She's open and friendly, and about as non-judgemental as a girl can get. In most cases, when she sees someone who is injured or just weak, she feels the need to fuss over them like a mother hen- note, in most cases, because her antagonists can die for all she cares.
Despite this, when it comes to something she feels strongly about, Elizaveta can have a rather explosive temper that affects anyone and everyone involved. Because of this, she tends to get along better with 'the boys' than the girls, and she's pretty kick-ass in a fight, especially when armed with kitchen utensils. She's so very not delicate, but secretly she's a romantic, and wouldn't object to being romanced and protected and swept off her feet sometime. However, seeing as she tends to fend people off and give off dangerous vibes, that's not likely to happen.
Appearance:
At five-foot two-inches, Erszebet looks like a delicate woman, as if she would break were one to lose their temper and hit her. Long brown lashes, deep green eyes, a thin nose and the dresses she tends to wear on her off time all point to a feminine person, but if one looks closer, they'll notice some discrepencies. Her light brown hair, though combed neatly, has innumerable split ends, and the most make-up she wears is chapstick to keep her lips from cracking. And beneath the dresses, her body is less curved than one would imagine; lean muscles have eaten away at her chest and hip fat, leaving her lithe and battle-ready. Her arms and legs are not thin, nor slender, but rather well-formed, showing without bulk that she has not led a sedentary life.
Strengths
- Erszebet, quite frankly, can fight like a man, as she has proven many, many times in her rather short life.
- She generally makes good alliances- not always, but generally.
- She usually can tell when people are lying.
- And of course, she has mad sneaking skills.
Weaknesses:
- Most times, she's not really sure how to act like a girl, since she grew up believing she was one of the boys.
- Erszebet tends to overreacts to a lot of things, and sometimes doesn't stop to think about it.
- And, sadly, she misinterprets what people say often, which can put her in some akward situations.
Likes
- Books
- Romance
- Kitchen Utensils
- Germans
- German Food
- Cute People
- Flowers
Dislikes
- Pasta
- Idiots
- Feminists
- Turks
- Fighting
Quirks
- She carries around frying pans under her skirts, usually strapped to her thigh. Can never be too careful, yanno?
- Whenever she feels threatened, her hand instantly goes to her frying pan, which usually ends up pushing her skirt up and inviting perverted comments, which results in a frying pan to their heads... a vicious cycle.
Phobias:
- Being left alone. She has known no one for three years, and every day that passes without any true contact with another person, the fear that no one will ever want her around grows stronger.
- Relationships. Being a romantic does not change the fact that her failed relationship with her first man messed her up pretty badly.
History:
Erszebet was born to a humble farming family in Hungary, the third in a line of four children and the only girl. Her mother died in the birthing of the youngest boy, and so Erszi didn't have much female guidance while growing up. She spent most of her time wrestling and rolling in the muck with her brothers, and didn't, in fact, know that she was a girl until her breasts started budding and her father decided that she needed to be more feminine.
Nevermind that she liked the dresses, or that she actually was pretty good at mending clothes and other such things she was expected to do. She hated it, and she hated it even more when the boys her age looked at her differently. She was no longer a playmate, but some mystifying creature that they would later have to marry and provide for, and she couldn't stand it for the longest time.
Soon enough, though, she realized that she wasn't all that adverse to the idea of being... different... than the boys. The attention she got slowly changed her views, and soon it was no longer repulsion she felt at their stumbling attempts to woo her. One boy in particular, MÁTYÁS, convinced her that he would be the best possibly husband for her, especially in their small village, and she was set to marry him...
Until he lost his temper one night when she was nineteen, and she realized that this was not the life she wanted. She didn't want to be trapped with a man who could do anything he wanted without punishment, raising children she didn't want... With a couple of brief notes to her father and brothers, and some clothes stolen from her youngest sibling, she fled, making her way west, through Austria and then Prussia and Germany, and eventually making her way to the european west coast.
From there, it took merely a thought before she decided on America as her final stop. After the hassle of immigration completion at Ellis Island, she was exhausted, and hardly in any position to be picky about where she stopped. Someone suggested Blue Creek apartments, and she settled there with no hesitation. By this point she was twenty four, and she could hardly attempt to gain a true career, and when she came across The Ancient Dragon Bookstore and saw that it was, in fact, hiring, she went for the position at once.
For three years, she spent her time working, taking care of books, and learning the language of the country- and city- she had settled in. Even now, she can sometimes not think of the words she wants to use in English and must resort to speaking in her native language and hoping that they can figure out what she means. She is only just now starting to open up to the people around her and get to know them...
Sample/Character Introduction:
To be Viera was to be one with the Wood, to have a natural rapport with nature and magick, to be self-sufficient and have no need of other genders, much less other races, in the daily life. To be Viera was to be aloof and untouchable, to be stronger, smarter, faster, better. To be Viera was to be arrogant and blinded by long years and isolation, to force oneself to believe everything that other races believed, even while one knew it was a lie. It was a precarious balance... one that became harder to maintain as time passed and the Humes discovered, created, and changed, because even so isolated, the Wood heard everything, and through It, so did the Viera. And Viera were not conditioned to cope well to change.
It was no longer unheard of for a Viera to branch off from their village and take their own path, to be rejected by the Wood- or so it was said, by the youngest, barely in their hundreds and still prone to gossip and, likewise, curiosity... a trait that would be trained out of them by the time they were Fran's age, to be sure.
Perhaps it was here that the thoughts developed. There was rarely other opportunity for them to creep into her mind- no, she did not think she was such as to come up with these ideas on her own. There was nothing to distinguish her behaviors from Jote's, or Mjrn's, other than the occupations chosen, and those they tended to be around more often. Fran, despite that she held all the wisdom of her many, many centuries, was kept young compared to the standard Viera of her age by her occupation. As a hunter- and one of their best- she often went out in groups of three, with another young hunter and a young healer. She never specified who she would go with, because ideally, one Viera was very much like the next.
At least after all vestiges of personality had been trained out of them.
The doubts had started on a hunt that had gone from bad- Fran was distracted by the monthly pull of the moon on her womb, and even being as she was could not perform as per her norm during this time- to worse when a pack of Coerl attacked. Rarely did Viera hunt Coerl, as the meat was not worth the trouble in killing them, and so rarely did Coerl attack back, but the scent of blood, from Fran and the younger two who were covered in minor scratches, attracted them.
Fran could barely hold up a barrier, with her injuries, and she was resigning herself to fight the Coerl off until the other two could call their sisters to come help when the slim bodies bashing against her barrier stilled. Over their own breathing, the three Viera could hear voices- Hume voices, first laughing, then screaming as the focus of the uncannily intelligent beasts changed. Fran felt nothing but relief, as they retreated to safe ground so that the healer could work her magicks on their wounds. "We live to see a new hunt," murmured the healer as she finished with Fran and moved on to the younger huntress. The words, 'but they do not' were left unsaid.
That night, in the safety of her own 'home', Fran dreamt, as she so rarely did. She saw a pack of Coerl ripping into two hapless humes, who were no doubt by Viera standards but babes, while she, who'd had centuries to experience life, stood by watching impassively.
It only grew worse from there, and she caught herself often on the verge of violent break-downs, having to meditate often to calm the roiling mists inherent in her. She knew it could not go on, and began to think of a solution, though all that she came up with were undesirable. And when she finally came upon a decision, it was with much relief and regret- for to leave her sisters was to leave herself, and to leave the Wood was much like leaving behind everything she knew about the world. It would be pain so intense as to almost seem physical...
But there was nothing for it. Even knowing that she would be banned from Eruyt, that the Wood would reject her, now that her eyes were open she could not close them again, as she would need to do to live contently as she had been living.
It was time for some change.
... ._.
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