Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Jul 18, 2013 3:33:12 GMT
GENERAL
Name: Elizabeta Héderváry
Age: 25
Nationality: Dalmascan
Order: Belias, the Gigas
Class: Grenadier, Bounty/Treasure hunter.
Power : ‘Fire starter’: Can create small burst of flames without assistance of a flint or spark. She can make larger flames but can’t maintain them for long (about 15-30 seconds). Uses in combination with her learned skills.
LOOKS
Hair: A honeyed brunette who’s wavy hair falls mid back
Eyes: Forest green
Built: Average height, leaning toward the shorter side. Muscular, but still quite feminine. Could give most average sized men a run for their money in arm wrestling match.
PERSONALITY
Elizabeta is a strong independent Damlascan woman, who don’t need no man. She was raised to be as such, but also taught to care about her fellow Hume. Open, outgoing, Elizabeta is easy enough to get along with for most people, acting much like a big sister to most. Generous and maternal, Elizabeta often uses part of her spoils from hunts to help those in need. She’s a woman that works hard at what she does so she takes pride in her work and abilities but only boasts when she truly has the right.
Protective of what she considers important, Elizabeta’s stubborn streak is something that is both a strength and issue. While she can be humble and even motherly, Elizabeta also has a more wild side. She doesn’t back down from a challenge easily, and can get quite violent on the hunt. The rare few that rub her wrong better be weary for when her temper is flared, the Damlascan dame is all but unforgiving. She can be civil but only the circumstances will tell how well she behaves.
Another ‘quirk’ entirely, as well as something Elizabeta takes no shame in is her appreciation of men, and relationships between them. While seemingly normal one minute she may be suddenly excited the next about close ‘intimate’ relationships of colleagues, childhood friends, etc. It hasn’t gotten her in trouble, (yet) but it has scared off more than one man. Not to say that she herself is uninterested in men, no not at all. Elizabeta walks a fine line of being ‘one of the guys’ and a lady proper.
Likes: Overall, Elizabeta likes her fellow man. She loves children, and enjoys the good of people, and tries to treasure it above all the bad that they also create. The world at large and all the exploring of it she still has to do! It’s so vast and wild and even with the help of airships, Elizabeta isn’t going to see it all, but odds and gods be damned, she’s going to see as much of it as she can! Not to mention the creatures it holds! There are plenty of good hunts to be had. As a Grenadier she has a fascination with Bombs and other fiends of that family for their innate abilities similar to those she has learnt. Knowing that they are extremely dangerous doesn’t outdo the fact they are also extremely rare creations of ancient times. She’s very fond of her tools of trade but keeps handy a good broadsword for when the guns and grenades just aren’t going to do the trick.
Dislikes: If there is one thing that Elizabeta dislikes more than anything, it’s bullies and those that act as if they are better than others. Royalty is one thing, but Elizabeta stands by the belief that all men should be treated equally and won’t tolerate people who look down on others due to things like ‘class’ or beliefs. Unable to stand the greedy, she does her best to simply avoid them. God help any rotten thieves she meets either. She also does not take well to being excluded from anything because she is a woman. The fastest way to get shot in the balls is to try to dismiss her because of her gender.
Goals: There a thirst for adventure inside Elizabeta to find the few remaining treasures and secrets of the world of old, and to maybe find out just were things started to go so wrong. Being from the land in the middle grounds of the great kingdoms of Rozarria and Archadia she’s seen the face of many men come and go, and while there are plenty that are selfish and ugly, especially with the constant war of the ‘true god’, she desires to work with the many that still desire to help their fellow Humes. Elizabeta has hopes that she’ll find treasures to share with the unfortunate and perhaps answers to greater questions, for both herself and others. She desires a world safe for children and their futures.
HISTORY
As a child, Elizabeta was pulled into the following of Belias, the Gigas, by her father to have a place of safe haven when their way of life, a tavern, was run into the ground by the constantly rising fees from a landlord that wanted to develop ‘bigger’ and ‘better’. She was brought up on the ways of Belias’ order and thus ingrained with a strong sense of right and wrong. This would often end up in Elizabeta being in street fights with the youth of Damlasca, but always in the sense to defend the weak from those who would harm them.
Due her spunk and resilience of character, she was gifted by the oracle with flame magicks in her early teen years, told that she had a responsibility with the gift, to use it only to aid people, never to oppress. After her blessing she was taken in and trained by a seasoned Grenadier, a man who again reinforced the responsibility of holding such powers. As she grew into her later adolescent years and became exposed to more orders she drifted away from the faith of the Order, realizing there was more to the world than just it, but held on tightly to its beliefs and lessons.
Elizabeta spends her days chasing bounties and hunting for treasures and secrets of the old world. When she hits a good bounty she keeps only enough money to take care of herself, her gear and travel expenses and donates the remaining to families in need, and often giving some back to the Order that helped her and her father when no one else would. She’s lost touch with the majority of the following but still associates herself with the faith, due to all she owes them.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Elizaveta stood, just looking at her reflection in the full length mirror of the dorm room.
Ah well, his reflection.
The Hungarian had woken up feeling terribly uncomfortable. A few rolls and shifts later she had shot out of bed realizing she was no longer a she but a he and that this wasn’t a dream. And….that was the extent of her freakout.
So there he stood, in front of his mirror, admiring his now fully nude, fully male body. Damn…I make a good looking man. Obviously taller than her female self, her brows furrowed trying to guessimate if he was bigger and broader than even Søren… Maybe? Turning this way and that Elizaveta vaguely wondered how it happened, not to mention how to go about fixing it, but for now she was just going to enjoy this. Heh. A smirk quirked his lips as she wondered if it happened to anyone else.
As if on cue, she heard her roommate shift sleepily in her bed. Turning toward the sound, Elizaveta pursed her lips. As curious as he was, Lien was not the one to figure this out with. Staring at only bit he could see of the girl (Was she still a girl?), the top of her head, and made the quick decious to get out before the Vietnamese girl woke. Just thinking of how she would freak out if she too had become a man was nothing short of a disaster, and the same went for if she remained female, but found a strange naked man in her room. That way just might be worse. Not might. It would be.
Making a quick decision and even quicker moves, Elizaveta pulled her blanket off the bed and tied it tightly round her now thicker waist and then tied it again for good measure. Gathering up some clothes and tucking them under her arm, she swiped her wand, flower clips and a hair tie before sneaking out and down the stairs.
Grinning at the strange looks of people she both did and didn’t recognize while strutting across the rather empty commons, the Hungarian climbed up to the boys dorms, entering the room she knew belonged to a certain Dane.
Slipping in and dropping her things on his desk she wandered over to the bed and pulled down the covers, grinning at the girl underneath. She knew she had no guarantee, but she knew Søren, and while his features where sweeter and more delicate, this was him. Gently taking a tiny shoulder, she shook her, noticing how big her hand now was. “Søren. Søren. Søren!” God he slept like a log. She continued to shake him a bit more, even smacked him, and as she could tell he was starting to groggily wake up, she took a boob in hand (they were quite nice btw) and gave it a good hard squeeze. “Wakey, wakey Sunshine~”
OUT OF CHARACTER
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