Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Jun 3, 2013 16:08:14 GMT -5
"I'm a survivor. Don't underestimate me."
"Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it..."
"Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it..."
Name: Elizaveta Héderváry
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Aliases: Erzsébet (True namesake), Eliza, Liz, Lizzie (Not very fond of this one.), usually any variation of common crook byname.
Occupation: Petty Theif/Criminal
Appearance: A curvy feminine frame and standing at around 5'3, Elizabeta is most certainly not a homely woman. With a fair complexion, sparkling emerald optics and a long, wavy, chestnut brunette crop stand out as significant among the usual features. While looking good is a priority for her, she is quite far from vain when it comes to her looks. Eliza has quite a fit and muscular built underneath her figure from years of physical activities such as sports and from living on the streets. Due to her impoverished background, Eliza wears garb that is much more tired and shoddy compared to other Jazz Age women. Her signature items consist of an engineer's cap, a flower hanging from the side of her hair and a gold Cross necklace that she highly treasures.
Personality:
A Tomboy: How most would easily identify Eliza as, this chick doesn't hesitate for the bitter second to get down and dirty, now matter how the situation is casted. She would most certainly choose in partaking in more physical endeavors than sitting around and to wait on like a typical woman.
Somewhat Foul-Tempered: Somewhat. Elizabeta tried well to be patient with others. However, how much impatience can one have? When her wrath is provoked, you my friend are now in the caress of a mad woman blind with fury and ready to tear you apart limb by limb.
Aggressive: Connected with her roughish spirit, while Eliza rarely deliberately seeks trouble, she is quite violent once she enters a battle thirsty state of mind. You can credit living on the streets as a contribution to this one.
Friendly and Gentle: While yes a brash hot head , Elizabeta's default nature is actually that of a sympathetic woman. Always a pleasure to befriend new people and be a help to friends and even strangers when it is needed the most.
Mature: Having to keep a good eye on her father for a while, Elizabeta is rather level-headed by canon and if not in a psychotic rage of fury. Sometimes left as the only same woman, it is usually her that is left being the mother of any chaotic situation.
Elegant: An interesting characteristic for such a scrappy individual, Elizabeta does send a rather graceful air, and is surprisingly feminine. Her fashion sense is highly developed (Despite being poor.) and when it comes to fighting, she is quite agile and swift. (Sans the skillet that is.)
Independent: While Elizabeta was never much needy in her youth, she did end up having to trust herself more and more frequently the older she grew, and eventually on her own. While, she would much rather work alone and be able to make her own decisions in a task, when it comes to group work, she finds herself taking (Or attempting) to take charge and have things done her way. She may seem brash or demanding about it, but don't take it personal, there are reasons for that yet to be explained.
Headstrong and Stubborn: Probably another one of her more outward traits is Eliza's dedication and determination to triumph any situation that life throws at her. No matter what that task is, she will overcome.
Loyal: Probably one of the most loyal people you will ever encounter, Elizabeta stands by her friends until the end. Mainly due to the fact she is gracious to have someone to call an ally and from the pain of losing a loved one.
Hardworking: A moral value inherited by her forefathers, Elizabeta believes everything good in life must be earned and not simply given. If one wants something so badly, they will pay to the bone to get it.
Reliable: Tying in with loyalty, Eliza will always be around for a friend and try to of assistance in anyway possible. Even if it means having to giver up her own time on something.
Aloof: Being on her own on the streets has made her rather cold and seemingly inconsiderate to measly feelings of others. This would be her of coping with her own emotions and becoming stronger is to block out others.
Streewise: Having lived on the streets her entire life, Eliza knows the big city inside and out. With every nook and cranny mapped, there is a good reason she hasn't been caught by the police yet.
A Huge Sense of Justice: Having seen much injustice and discrimination during her years, has made Eliza bitter towards the wealthy of the Roaring 20's, and always helps her fellow needy citizens. Sometimes, she'll even donate her daily prize to those who probably need it more than her.
Family?: Miklós-Father (Deceased), Sára-Mother, Boldizsár (Younger Brother)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Aspirations:
Fears:
History: Elizaveta was born in Budapest, Hungary on a fair August day in 1899 to Miklós and Sára Héderváry. To be accurate, she was born as Erzsébet not Elizaveta like most believe, however that part of the tale has yet to be. For a little while now, both of the Héderváry parents had been dreaming of living the brave new world dubbed as America, as both part of their dreams and to raise their young daughter with more opportunities than they had. When Erzsébet was three years old, the family made the voyage to America and eventually made landing the New York's empire harbor.
However things weren't as great as Miklós and Sára had expected it. Being immigrants with a low experience of English, they found themselves taking residence in a run down apartment in Manhattan's Lower East Side, and struggled in finding consistent jobs. With their original ambitions tampered, the parents made it a priority that Erzsébet got a good education and was to assimilate to become an American while still keeping pride in her Magyar heritage. So that was exactly what happened, she went to school and got a steady education while learning Hungarian history and the language at home. As Erzsébet grew older, it became apparent that she was different than most girls her age. For one, she didn't take much interest to dresses and dolls. Instead however, she enjoyed running around, and getting dirty-mainly leisures that boys would most commonly find of interest. Her favorite sport was baseball, as she would frequently play it as well as sneak into various stadiums or go with her father just to see the best of the best play their game. As a result of this, the other little girls would ostracize her, but did Erzsébet care? No, not in the tiniest despite her guardians initial worry of her unfeminine attitude, hoping that they could raise her to be a proper young woman. It was one day afterschool, that she noticed a group of boys gathering around a smaller boy. They were making jokes at him for being an immigrant child along with his poor English skills. Erzsébet stood up to the bullies she thought were her friends and intimidated them to go away. After thanking her for the deed of kindness, the duo got to know each other. As it turned out, the boy's name was Feliks and he was from Poland. The two outcasts became fast friends as he became one of Erzsébet's best pals. To make things even better, Sára had become pregnant and bore labor to a son, Boldizsár when Erzsébet was ten years of age.
Months turned into years as Erzsébet found herself growing more feminine, mainly out of pressure to keep up with the evolution of the female society. Hanging out with friends and taking care of her young brother, just a normal life for her. Then the War started. Fear of what was going on back in Europe quickly prompted the family to raise money and send it back to family to aid then during the following years. With the family already struggling to support themselves, Erzsébet found herself dropping out of high school and working. Things truly come to worse until 1918 when the second war draft took affect. That was when Miklós was drafted to serve out on the warfront. Distraught yet accepting of the news (However accepting one could be fighting against their mother nation.) Sometime went on and the Great War was nearly at its end. That's when the news hit hard, Miklós had been killed in the line of duty. Devastated by the news, the family had been mourning for a while, distant all of a sudden. Seemingly giving up on the American Dream of a great life, Sára decided to move back to Hungary with Boldizsár and wanted Erzsébet to join her. However, she insisted on staying in the United States and promised her mother that she would someday be successful.
With a lack of luck, Erzsébet (Now changing her name to Elizaveta.) ended up becoming a petty thief that pickpockets and steals from New York's most wealthy, and using it ho help other poverty stricken New Yorkers, hoping one day soon her luck would shift.
Sample Post: The yellow rays had begun to peak on the immense Atlantic city, the red star bidding good morning. The silvery clouds from the previous night still tapering, light flakes descending from above. Boots padded slowly as the young woman halted, scarf, cap and ragged cloth keeping her form warm against the bitter late winter air. She sighed taking a breath, a puff escaping her mouth. It had been a rough night, there were bags hanging from her Emerald optics and an overall congested complextion. However, she almost there. Her tiring night of thieving would be worth it.
"Almost." She managed to mentally mutter, taking in her breath and continued to walk. Getting to her small home in the Upper East Side of Manhattan to the neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant in Brooklyn was still no challenge to call simple. Even after years of robbing and being independent, being able to slip through the shadows without being caught was still no simple deed. A frigid gust blew through her form and crop, causing her to shiver a bit and bundle up her thin coat a little tighter, wait shouldn't she be used to it by now? She pondered to herself on the thought as she trekked through the quiet sidewalk. "You're losing your edge, Eliza." She told herself. Elizaveta knew the streets of New York inside and out, enduring through all of its four seasons and whatever weather Mother Nature cursed her with. After another small yet cold breeze, a tired and slightly crumpled newspaper blew towards her feet, with a cold grasp, the girl gingerly picked it up.
Worthless news, she flipped through the thin paper pages of the articles, skimming it lightly. Of course they're would be no good news, only small insignificant things that involved President Harding or any of those wealthy bastards. Lying scum that cheated their way into being rich instead of honestly working for it. She despised it through and through. Tossing the paper to the ground, it was then that Eliza noticed she was in a rather run down side of town, smaller apartments taking form and growing more and more unruly. "Now, this place has got to be around here somewhere." She said softly, scanning the addresses and eventually finding her destined location. She was about to knock on the apartment door, only to notice that it was partly opened. Slow to push, Elizaveta took a few cautious steps into the broken home. Cracks and paint chipping off the old walls, a horrid stench filling the air. It was horrid, but she was quite used to it. "Hello?" She called out, hoping that someone would here her. No response. "Hello, anyone here?" She repeated once more, stepping further into the dark apartment.
"Yes, were in the living room." an accented female voice answered and Eliza navigated her way to the fading living room, only a table , a couch and a few old framed photos as a decoration. Her orbs warmed as she met a pretty young woman, maybe ten years older then herself. Resting on her lap was a small toddler boy and in her grasp a swaddled infant. Swallowing slowly, she opened her mouth to speak. "I have the money, Mrs. Olszewski." Elizaveta spoke, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a tattered wallet and reached it out towards her. "I'm sorry, it's the best I can do on such short notice." She said, feeling as if she could have done more for the poor woman. "No, it is alright Elizaveta, I know you tried your best." She smiled. "Ah, such a brave girl you are getting this money. I wouldn't know what I would have done if I didn't get any money soon." She told the other female. "You are like an angel sent from Heaven."
Compliments caused Eliza to grin gently. "Honestly, it's no problem really." She said with humility. "Will you be needing anything else? Maybe a little help tiding up or repairing the walls?" She asked the woman, optics moving slowly to the cracking walls. "No, I'm fine Elizaveta really. But I am really happy for all you have done." She nodded with a tired smile. "No go home and rest dear, you look exausted."
"No problem, I'm just glad I was able to help." She smiled, looking down at the sleeping children and then at the woman before walking away and exiting the home. The hidden angel had struck again.
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Aliases: Erzsébet (True namesake), Eliza, Liz, Lizzie (Not very fond of this one.), usually any variation of common crook byname.
Occupation: Petty Theif/Criminal
Appearance: A curvy feminine frame and standing at around 5'3, Elizabeta is most certainly not a homely woman. With a fair complexion, sparkling emerald optics and a long, wavy, chestnut brunette crop stand out as significant among the usual features. While looking good is a priority for her, she is quite far from vain when it comes to her looks. Eliza has quite a fit and muscular built underneath her figure from years of physical activities such as sports and from living on the streets. Due to her impoverished background, Eliza wears garb that is much more tired and shoddy compared to other Jazz Age women. Her signature items consist of an engineer's cap, a flower hanging from the side of her hair and a gold Cross necklace that she highly treasures.
"What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?"
Who don’t believe in anything?"
Personality:
A Tomboy: How most would easily identify Eliza as, this chick doesn't hesitate for the bitter second to get down and dirty, now matter how the situation is casted. She would most certainly choose in partaking in more physical endeavors than sitting around and to wait on like a typical woman.
Somewhat Foul-Tempered: Somewhat. Elizabeta tried well to be patient with others. However, how much impatience can one have? When her wrath is provoked, you my friend are now in the caress of a mad woman blind with fury and ready to tear you apart limb by limb.
Aggressive: Connected with her roughish spirit, while Eliza rarely deliberately seeks trouble, she is quite violent once she enters a battle thirsty state of mind. You can credit living on the streets as a contribution to this one.
Friendly and Gentle: While yes a brash hot head , Elizabeta's default nature is actually that of a sympathetic woman. Always a pleasure to befriend new people and be a help to friends and even strangers when it is needed the most.
Mature: Having to keep a good eye on her father for a while, Elizabeta is rather level-headed by canon and if not in a psychotic rage of fury. Sometimes left as the only same woman, it is usually her that is left being the mother of any chaotic situation.
Elegant: An interesting characteristic for such a scrappy individual, Elizabeta does send a rather graceful air, and is surprisingly feminine. Her fashion sense is highly developed (Despite being poor.) and when it comes to fighting, she is quite agile and swift. (Sans the skillet that is.)
Independent: While Elizabeta was never much needy in her youth, she did end up having to trust herself more and more frequently the older she grew, and eventually on her own. While, she would much rather work alone and be able to make her own decisions in a task, when it comes to group work, she finds herself taking (Or attempting) to take charge and have things done her way. She may seem brash or demanding about it, but don't take it personal, there are reasons for that yet to be explained.
Headstrong and Stubborn: Probably another one of her more outward traits is Eliza's dedication and determination to triumph any situation that life throws at her. No matter what that task is, she will overcome.
Loyal: Probably one of the most loyal people you will ever encounter, Elizabeta stands by her friends until the end. Mainly due to the fact she is gracious to have someone to call an ally and from the pain of losing a loved one.
Hardworking: A moral value inherited by her forefathers, Elizabeta believes everything good in life must be earned and not simply given. If one wants something so badly, they will pay to the bone to get it.
Reliable: Tying in with loyalty, Eliza will always be around for a friend and try to of assistance in anyway possible. Even if it means having to giver up her own time on something.
Aloof: Being on her own on the streets has made her rather cold and seemingly inconsiderate to measly feelings of others. This would be her of coping with her own emotions and becoming stronger is to block out others.
Streewise: Having lived on the streets her entire life, Eliza knows the big city inside and out. With every nook and cranny mapped, there is a good reason she hasn't been caught by the police yet.
A Huge Sense of Justice: Having seen much injustice and discrimination during her years, has made Eliza bitter towards the wealthy of the Roaring 20's, and always helps her fellow needy citizens. Sometimes, she'll even donate her daily prize to those who probably need it more than her.
Family?: Miklós-Father (Deceased), Sára-Mother, Boldizsár (Younger Brother)
Likes:
- Cooking
- Goulash (Will claim that her mother's beef paprika one is the best.)
- Her frying pan
- Flowers
- Competition
- Stories and History
- Hot guys (Preferably shirtless~)
- Sports (Baseball is among her favorites.)
Yaoi
Dislikes:
- Being poor
- Gender Discrimination
- The authorities and wealthy in general.
- Anyone messing with her friends and allies.
- Seeing the innocence being harmed or accused.
Aspirations:
- To no longer be poverty stricken and improve her well being.
- To help other lower class citizens.
- Being able to finally settle down, without worrying about money.
Fears:
- To be caught for her crimes.
- Getting involved with the mafia or any large gang organization.
- Having to see her family or allies be harmed.
History: Elizaveta was born in Budapest, Hungary on a fair August day in 1899 to Miklós and Sára Héderváry. To be accurate, she was born as Erzsébet not Elizaveta like most believe, however that part of the tale has yet to be. For a little while now, both of the Héderváry parents had been dreaming of living the brave new world dubbed as America, as both part of their dreams and to raise their young daughter with more opportunities than they had. When Erzsébet was three years old, the family made the voyage to America and eventually made landing the New York's empire harbor.
However things weren't as great as Miklós and Sára had expected it. Being immigrants with a low experience of English, they found themselves taking residence in a run down apartment in Manhattan's Lower East Side, and struggled in finding consistent jobs. With their original ambitions tampered, the parents made it a priority that Erzsébet got a good education and was to assimilate to become an American while still keeping pride in her Magyar heritage. So that was exactly what happened, she went to school and got a steady education while learning Hungarian history and the language at home. As Erzsébet grew older, it became apparent that she was different than most girls her age. For one, she didn't take much interest to dresses and dolls. Instead however, she enjoyed running around, and getting dirty-mainly leisures that boys would most commonly find of interest. Her favorite sport was baseball, as she would frequently play it as well as sneak into various stadiums or go with her father just to see the best of the best play their game. As a result of this, the other little girls would ostracize her, but did Erzsébet care? No, not in the tiniest despite her guardians initial worry of her unfeminine attitude, hoping that they could raise her to be a proper young woman. It was one day afterschool, that she noticed a group of boys gathering around a smaller boy. They were making jokes at him for being an immigrant child along with his poor English skills. Erzsébet stood up to the bullies she thought were her friends and intimidated them to go away. After thanking her for the deed of kindness, the duo got to know each other. As it turned out, the boy's name was Feliks and he was from Poland. The two outcasts became fast friends as he became one of Erzsébet's best pals. To make things even better, Sára had become pregnant and bore labor to a son, Boldizsár when Erzsébet was ten years of age.
Months turned into years as Erzsébet found herself growing more feminine, mainly out of pressure to keep up with the evolution of the female society. Hanging out with friends and taking care of her young brother, just a normal life for her. Then the War started. Fear of what was going on back in Europe quickly prompted the family to raise money and send it back to family to aid then during the following years. With the family already struggling to support themselves, Erzsébet found herself dropping out of high school and working. Things truly come to worse until 1918 when the second war draft took affect. That was when Miklós was drafted to serve out on the warfront. Distraught yet accepting of the news (However accepting one could be fighting against their mother nation.) Sometime went on and the Great War was nearly at its end. That's when the news hit hard, Miklós had been killed in the line of duty. Devastated by the news, the family had been mourning for a while, distant all of a sudden. Seemingly giving up on the American Dream of a great life, Sára decided to move back to Hungary with Boldizsár and wanted Erzsébet to join her. However, she insisted on staying in the United States and promised her mother that she would someday be successful.
With a lack of luck, Erzsébet (Now changing her name to Elizaveta.) ended up becoming a petty thief that pickpockets and steals from New York's most wealthy, and using it ho help other poverty stricken New Yorkers, hoping one day soon her luck would shift.
Sample Post: The yellow rays had begun to peak on the immense Atlantic city, the red star bidding good morning. The silvery clouds from the previous night still tapering, light flakes descending from above. Boots padded slowly as the young woman halted, scarf, cap and ragged cloth keeping her form warm against the bitter late winter air. She sighed taking a breath, a puff escaping her mouth. It had been a rough night, there were bags hanging from her Emerald optics and an overall congested complextion. However, she almost there. Her tiring night of thieving would be worth it.
"Almost." She managed to mentally mutter, taking in her breath and continued to walk. Getting to her small home in the Upper East Side of Manhattan to the neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant in Brooklyn was still no challenge to call simple. Even after years of robbing and being independent, being able to slip through the shadows without being caught was still no simple deed. A frigid gust blew through her form and crop, causing her to shiver a bit and bundle up her thin coat a little tighter, wait shouldn't she be used to it by now? She pondered to herself on the thought as she trekked through the quiet sidewalk. "You're losing your edge, Eliza." She told herself. Elizaveta knew the streets of New York inside and out, enduring through all of its four seasons and whatever weather Mother Nature cursed her with. After another small yet cold breeze, a tired and slightly crumpled newspaper blew towards her feet, with a cold grasp, the girl gingerly picked it up.
Worthless news, she flipped through the thin paper pages of the articles, skimming it lightly. Of course they're would be no good news, only small insignificant things that involved President Harding or any of those wealthy bastards. Lying scum that cheated their way into being rich instead of honestly working for it. She despised it through and through. Tossing the paper to the ground, it was then that Eliza noticed she was in a rather run down side of town, smaller apartments taking form and growing more and more unruly. "Now, this place has got to be around here somewhere." She said softly, scanning the addresses and eventually finding her destined location. She was about to knock on the apartment door, only to notice that it was partly opened. Slow to push, Elizaveta took a few cautious steps into the broken home. Cracks and paint chipping off the old walls, a horrid stench filling the air. It was horrid, but she was quite used to it. "Hello?" She called out, hoping that someone would here her. No response. "Hello, anyone here?" She repeated once more, stepping further into the dark apartment.
"Yes, were in the living room." an accented female voice answered and Eliza navigated her way to the fading living room, only a table , a couch and a few old framed photos as a decoration. Her orbs warmed as she met a pretty young woman, maybe ten years older then herself. Resting on her lap was a small toddler boy and in her grasp a swaddled infant. Swallowing slowly, she opened her mouth to speak. "I have the money, Mrs. Olszewski." Elizaveta spoke, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a tattered wallet and reached it out towards her. "I'm sorry, it's the best I can do on such short notice." She said, feeling as if she could have done more for the poor woman. "No, it is alright Elizaveta, I know you tried your best." She smiled. "Ah, such a brave girl you are getting this money. I wouldn't know what I would have done if I didn't get any money soon." She told the other female. "You are like an angel sent from Heaven."
Compliments caused Eliza to grin gently. "Honestly, it's no problem really." She said with humility. "Will you be needing anything else? Maybe a little help tiding up or repairing the walls?" She asked the woman, optics moving slowly to the cracking walls. "No, I'm fine Elizaveta really. But I am really happy for all you have done." She nodded with a tired smile. "No go home and rest dear, you look exausted."
"No problem, I'm just glad I was able to help." She smiled, looking down at the sleeping children and then at the woman before walking away and exiting the home. The hidden angel had struck again.
OOC:
Name: Sapphire
Age: 17
Last song you listened to?: Kill and Run-Sia
Name: Sapphire
Age: 17
Last song you listened to?: Kill and Run-Sia
