Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Oct 11, 2010 13:56:34 GMT -5
Name: Elizaveta Héderváry
Country of Origin: Magyar Királyság (Kingdom of Hungary)
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height/Weight: 5'3/120lbs
Hair/Eye Colour: Sandy brown/Green
Affiliation: Civilian
Job: Doctor
Appearance:
Personality: Elizaveta's personality is that a two sided coin; on one side she is a compassionate soul who does everything in her power to help the ailing. The Hungarian is almost motherly to her younger patients and absolutely adores younger children, especially young boys, though this may be due to the fact that she believed herself to be a boy in her youth.
Elizaveta is also a nearly helpless romantic, and longs more than anything else to save up enough money to either sail to America to see the 'New World' or buy her very own airship, whichever comes first is fine either way for her.
The flip-side of Elizaveta's personality is what some men have even called 'devilish', despite her occupation as one who helps the sick and injured. When provoked she is usually a reason that people, particularly men, get hurt in the first place. This isn't to say that she gravely injures a person, just a 'small' smack on the head with a blunt object of some kind; her favorite being her trusty frying pan. Needless to say, her employer isn't very accepting of Elizaveta's temper once she is at her limit and on more than one occasion has had to lock her frying pan away.
Likes:
+Yaoi
+Young children
+Being able to help people
+Taking pictures
+Warm, sunny places
+Taking walks in forests
+Horseback riding
+Reading
Dislikes:
-Obnoxious people
-Loud men
-Drunkard men
-People who care careless with their health
-Having her frying pan taken away
-Gambling
-People touching the flower in her hair
-Thieves
Fears:
-Being powerless
-Losing everything she knows and loves
-Having a patient die on the table
-Raids from pirates
Strengths:
Practiced healer: Coming from a family of doctors has left Elizaveta with an extensive knowledge of herbs, medicines, and how to treat nearly any kind of broken bone and suture nearly any wound, both by herbal and conventional means.
Determined: She runs her family’s clinic pretty much all by herself, since both of her parents are retired; leaving the only people to help her being her sisters when they're not busy and the few hired staff members.
Loyal: She loves the people close to her dearly and won’t ever leave their side no matter what the circumstance. Her loyalty is a key factor in what keeps her at her family’s clinic, and it would only take a strong persuasion or a request from her mother to make her leave.
Strong willed: Elizaveta is, in ever definition of the word, a strong willed woman who is not very easily swayed by what other say unless it’s a jab at her family or her pining over her missing lover.
Compassionate: She has a warm, compassionate personality to those who she thinks deserve it, especially bed-ridden patients. She will even comfort people she couldn’t stand normally if they are in bad enough shape.
Good with her hands: Years upon years of learning her family’s trade has left her very proficient with her hands
Weaknesses:
Quick tempered: Depending on the comment, Elizaveta is very quick to snap and, in some cases, bring out her frying pan to threaten someone.
Over responsible: Elizaveta often times put too much responsibility on her own shoulders, which leads her to panic or feel incredibly depressed whenever something goes wrong.
Threatening people with her frying pan: She does it a lot , pretty much every time someone pushes her buttons the wrong way
No combat experience: In an actual fight with anyone who isn't a towns person, Elizaveta is as vulnerable as anything, something that she despises greatly.
History: Elizaveta was born into a family of five, two parents and three sisters including herself. Her parents owned a pleasant family-owned clinic in the Hungarian country side, and both were successful doctors. Being the eldest child meant that she would eventually inherit the Héderváry Clinic, a prospect that the young Elizaveta dreaded with a flaming passion. Although her resistance to accept that she would have to learn the trade was the least of her parent’s worries, their primary one was Elizaveta’s very apparent gender confusion. The young Hungarian spent nearly nine years of her life believing herself to be a boy and dressing as such; wearing long pants work boots and short sleeves as opposed to the dresses and skirts her two sisters wore. It wasn’t until her father finally sat her down and gave her a very in-depth anatomy lesson that Elizaveta realized that she was, in fact, female.
When Elizaveta was fourteen years old, she met a young Austrian noble while on a business trip with her parents. Despite his aloofness, Elizaveta grew to adore the slightly older boy, and would constantly make attempts to talk to him with very little success, mostly due to the boy’s strict Military father. Regardless of this, Elizaveta always tried to talk to the boy whenever she went to Austria since, to her, he looked dreadfully lonely, and she even managed to finally learn his name: Roderich Edelstein.
In a case of dramatic irony, while Roderich’s life seemed to begin to take a turn for the worst shortly before he turned fifteen, Elizaveta’s life seemed to get better. Her family was able to move the clinic to Vienna and from there she lived a very comfortable life as a sort of assistant to her parents. That isn’t to say that Elizaveta was completely unaware of what made Roderich’s life start to go downhill, --the death of his mother-- since her own father was the one who desperately tried, and failed, to save Anneliese. After this incident, Elizaveta tried to get closer to Roderich with mixed results, although Elizaveta listen to him play music whenever the opportunity was shown to her.
To say that Elizaveta adored Roderich at this point would be a gross understatement. No, Elizaveta was completely enamored with the Austrian noble, but never acted on her feelings due to their difference in social classes; and the subconscious fear that Roderich hated her for being the daughter of the man who couldn’t save his mother.
Shortly after Roderich turned eighteen and his father died, Elizaveta saw less and less of Roderich, although this was partially due to the fact that she, being but a year away from coming of age, had become almost completely engrossed in her studies. One day however, when Elizaveta was fin ally freed of her duties, she found Roderich's manor more than half burned down and the aristocrat no where to be found. Even though the more rational part of her mind told her that Roderich had perished in the fire, her heart told her that he was still alive somewhere.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Elizaveta grunted as she pulled off a fairly large medical volume off the shelf and deposited it on the well-aged dark wood desk with a sigh, the large, thick book was completely covered in dust, It was to be expected, since this particular volume of her parent’s incredibly vast collection of medical books hadn’t been taken down for years. The sandy-brown haired young woman scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked at the gray-with-dust front cover, the title just barely showing through the thick blanket, written in her native tongue. Maybe that was why it hadn’t been used in years, since moving to Vienna they had to adopt German for convenience sake and thus, had to buy new books written in German.
Tucking her hand into the long sleeve of the blouse she was wearing Elizaveta wiped the dust off the cover, sneezing lightly when some dust modes floated up into the air and assaulted her nose.
'Gyógynövények Európa' was the title that the book displayed proudly once all the dust had been cleared away. It was one of her mother’s books Elizaveta realized with a smile. Cecília Dorottya had been the more naturalistic one out of the two Doctor parents, she had even been called a witch by a few of the more superstitious or religious people in both Hungary and Austria, that had gotten quite a laugh out of her. Elizaveta flipped the book open carefully, noting that the pages were beginning to turn yellow with age and crinkling at the corners, turning the pages slowly and holding them between her thumb and forefinger. Pages upon pages of facts and knowledge spread out before her, along with detailed sketches of the various plants and what parts to use for medicines; not that Elizaveta didn’t already know a good portion of these things already.
The Hungarian woman didn’t know when she had fallen asleep or how long, but when she come back to consciousness she found herself sitting in the desk chair, head using her folded arms as a make-ship pillow just before where the still-open volume sat casually. Elizaveta sat up and stretched her arms with a wide yawn, looking out the window of the study and acknowledging the gorgeous golden-yellow light that flooded into the room from the window told her that it was early evening; twilight, she believed this time was called.
Elizaveta rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand, the one with the clean sleeve and closed the book in front of her with a whisper of the pages fluttering down and the cover making a dull ’thump’. The sandy-brunette stood up and stretched out fully, walking around the desk and giving a passing glance to the book on the desk, inwardly debating whether or not to heave the thing back onto it’s shelf. She shook her head and walked out of the room; she could always do it later.
And that, as they say, is that. Hopefully my grammar's better this time around since I'm using Microsoft word this time.From my school's computer, shh!
And before I forget
Eins-Zwei-Drei-Vier!
Marukaite chikyuu
Marukaite chikyuu
Minna tsuite koi
Ore-sama da ze ya!
Country of Origin: Magyar Királyság (Kingdom of Hungary)
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height/Weight: 5'3/120lbs
Hair/Eye Colour: Sandy brown/Green
Affiliation: Civilian
Job: Doctor
Appearance:
Personality: Elizaveta's personality is that a two sided coin; on one side she is a compassionate soul who does everything in her power to help the ailing. The Hungarian is almost motherly to her younger patients and absolutely adores younger children, especially young boys, though this may be due to the fact that she believed herself to be a boy in her youth.
Elizaveta is also a nearly helpless romantic, and longs more than anything else to save up enough money to either sail to America to see the 'New World' or buy her very own airship, whichever comes first is fine either way for her.
The flip-side of Elizaveta's personality is what some men have even called 'devilish', despite her occupation as one who helps the sick and injured. When provoked she is usually a reason that people, particularly men, get hurt in the first place. This isn't to say that she gravely injures a person, just a 'small' smack on the head with a blunt object of some kind; her favorite being her trusty frying pan. Needless to say, her employer isn't very accepting of Elizaveta's temper once she is at her limit and on more than one occasion has had to lock her frying pan away.
Likes:
+
+Young children
+Being able to help people
+Taking pictures
+Warm, sunny places
+Taking walks in forests
+Horseback riding
+Reading
Dislikes:
-Obnoxious people
-Loud men
-Drunkard men
-People who care careless with their health
-Having her frying pan taken away
-Gambling
-People touching the flower in her hair
-Thieves
Fears:
-Being powerless
-Losing everything she knows and loves
-Having a patient die on the table
-Raids from pirates
Strengths:
Practiced healer: Coming from a family of doctors has left Elizaveta with an extensive knowledge of herbs, medicines, and how to treat nearly any kind of broken bone and suture nearly any wound, both by herbal and conventional means.
Determined: She runs her family’s clinic pretty much all by herself, since both of her parents are retired; leaving the only people to help her being her sisters when they're not busy and the few hired staff members.
Loyal: She loves the people close to her dearly and won’t ever leave their side no matter what the circumstance. Her loyalty is a key factor in what keeps her at her family’s clinic, and it would only take a strong persuasion or a request from her mother to make her leave.
Strong willed: Elizaveta is, in ever definition of the word, a strong willed woman who is not very easily swayed by what other say unless it’s a jab at her family or her pining over her missing lover.
Compassionate: She has a warm, compassionate personality to those who she thinks deserve it, especially bed-ridden patients. She will even comfort people she couldn’t stand normally if they are in bad enough shape.
Good with her hands: Years upon years of learning her family’s trade has left her very proficient with her hands
Weaknesses:
Quick tempered: Depending on the comment, Elizaveta is very quick to snap and, in some cases, bring out her frying pan to threaten someone.
Over responsible: Elizaveta often times put too much responsibility on her own shoulders, which leads her to panic or feel incredibly depressed whenever something goes wrong.
Threatening people with her frying pan: She does it a lot , pretty much every time someone pushes her buttons the wrong way
No combat experience: In an actual fight with anyone who isn't a towns person, Elizaveta is as vulnerable as anything, something that she despises greatly.
History: Elizaveta was born into a family of five, two parents and three sisters including herself. Her parents owned a pleasant family-owned clinic in the Hungarian country side, and both were successful doctors. Being the eldest child meant that she would eventually inherit the Héderváry Clinic, a prospect that the young Elizaveta dreaded with a flaming passion. Although her resistance to accept that she would have to learn the trade was the least of her parent’s worries, their primary one was Elizaveta’s very apparent gender confusion. The young Hungarian spent nearly nine years of her life believing herself to be a boy and dressing as such; wearing long pants work boots and short sleeves as opposed to the dresses and skirts her two sisters wore. It wasn’t until her father finally sat her down and gave her a very in-depth anatomy lesson that Elizaveta realized that she was, in fact, female.
When Elizaveta was fourteen years old, she met a young Austrian noble while on a business trip with her parents. Despite his aloofness, Elizaveta grew to adore the slightly older boy, and would constantly make attempts to talk to him with very little success, mostly due to the boy’s strict Military father. Regardless of this, Elizaveta always tried to talk to the boy whenever she went to Austria since, to her, he looked dreadfully lonely, and she even managed to finally learn his name: Roderich Edelstein.
In a case of dramatic irony, while Roderich’s life seemed to begin to take a turn for the worst shortly before he turned fifteen, Elizaveta’s life seemed to get better. Her family was able to move the clinic to Vienna and from there she lived a very comfortable life as a sort of assistant to her parents. That isn’t to say that Elizaveta was completely unaware of what made Roderich’s life start to go downhill, --the death of his mother-- since her own father was the one who desperately tried, and failed, to save Anneliese. After this incident, Elizaveta tried to get closer to Roderich with mixed results, although Elizaveta listen to him play music whenever the opportunity was shown to her.
To say that Elizaveta adored Roderich at this point would be a gross understatement. No, Elizaveta was completely enamored with the Austrian noble, but never acted on her feelings due to their difference in social classes; and the subconscious fear that Roderich hated her for being the daughter of the man who couldn’t save his mother.
Shortly after Roderich turned eighteen and his father died, Elizaveta saw less and less of Roderich, although this was partially due to the fact that she, being but a year away from coming of age, had become almost completely engrossed in her studies. One day however, when Elizaveta was fin ally freed of her duties, she found Roderich's manor more than half burned down and the aristocrat no where to be found. Even though the more rational part of her mind told her that Roderich had perished in the fire, her heart told her that he was still alive somewhere.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Elizaveta grunted as she pulled off a fairly large medical volume off the shelf and deposited it on the well-aged dark wood desk with a sigh, the large, thick book was completely covered in dust, It was to be expected, since this particular volume of her parent’s incredibly vast collection of medical books hadn’t been taken down for years. The sandy-brown haired young woman scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked at the gray-with-dust front cover, the title just barely showing through the thick blanket, written in her native tongue. Maybe that was why it hadn’t been used in years, since moving to Vienna they had to adopt German for convenience sake and thus, had to buy new books written in German.
Tucking her hand into the long sleeve of the blouse she was wearing Elizaveta wiped the dust off the cover, sneezing lightly when some dust modes floated up into the air and assaulted her nose.
'Gyógynövények Európa' was the title that the book displayed proudly once all the dust had been cleared away. It was one of her mother’s books Elizaveta realized with a smile. Cecília Dorottya had been the more naturalistic one out of the two Doctor parents, she had even been called a witch by a few of the more superstitious or religious people in both Hungary and Austria, that had gotten quite a laugh out of her. Elizaveta flipped the book open carefully, noting that the pages were beginning to turn yellow with age and crinkling at the corners, turning the pages slowly and holding them between her thumb and forefinger. Pages upon pages of facts and knowledge spread out before her, along with detailed sketches of the various plants and what parts to use for medicines; not that Elizaveta didn’t already know a good portion of these things already.
The Hungarian woman didn’t know when she had fallen asleep or how long, but when she come back to consciousness she found herself sitting in the desk chair, head using her folded arms as a make-ship pillow just before where the still-open volume sat casually. Elizaveta sat up and stretched her arms with a wide yawn, looking out the window of the study and acknowledging the gorgeous golden-yellow light that flooded into the room from the window told her that it was early evening; twilight, she believed this time was called.
Elizaveta rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand, the one with the clean sleeve and closed the book in front of her with a whisper of the pages fluttering down and the cover making a dull ’thump’. The sandy-brunette stood up and stretched out fully, walking around the desk and giving a passing glance to the book on the desk, inwardly debating whether or not to heave the thing back onto it’s shelf. She shook her head and walked out of the room; she could always do it later.
And that, as they say, is that. Hopefully my grammar's better this time around since I'm using Microsoft word this time.
And before I forget
Eins-Zwei-Drei-Vier!
Marukaite chikyuu
Marukaite chikyuu
Minna tsuite koi
Ore-sama da ze ya!