Post by Arthur Kirkland on Dec 24, 2010 16:37:53 GMT -8
Name: Elizaveta Héderváry
Country of Origin: Magyar Köztársaság (also known as the Republic of Hungary)
Gender Female
Age: 25
Height: 5”5
Weight: 115 pounds
Appearance: Dressed as a boy and dressed as a girl.
Crew member of:
Status:
Crest: [may eventually post a House crest for her.]
Personality: Elizaveta is a complicated lady. Most people meet her and see her as upper-crust nobility with the stuck up personality. She goes out of her way to act like that amongst her fellow nobles - not because she is stuck up, but because she enjoys watching it grate on others nerves without bringing her into any physical danger. To all her servants and close friends, she tries her best to be kind at all times; after all, she grew up without servants, so having them was an added luxury. Why be mean to the people who are there to help you look and feel your best?
She has a few secret loves - the first being her adoration of all things girly and ruffly. Once again, one of the things she was unable to have as a child were those extra layers of silk and tafetta, lace and ribbons. Being able to wear them whenever she pleases is a luxury she slips into at any excuse, be it a ball, or a meeting or just lunch with friends. The second secret is her love of all things... well. Gay. Her uncle introduced her to the world of men on men action and she has been a quiet addict ever since, encouraging the men around her into situations where she could observe them interacting, finding out who is and who isn't and just plain fantasizing about the pretty men around her.
Her not-so-secret love affair is that of the sword. Because of her uncle's tutoring, Elizaveta is one of the few women of nobility that can defend herself and she certainly enjoys being able to beat men at what had once been their own game. She doesn't go out and pick fights, per se, but with her acidic tongue, she manages to insult well enough that someone will feel a slight on their honor that has to be defended by the sword.
She's a highly independent woman. Ever since she earned her noble rank, her family has been trying to convince her to get married and have children to no avail. She knows what she wants out of life, and that's not to be saddled with a man (who isn't gay) and children. At least, not any time soon. She dreams of someday having a secret bordello of beautiful men that she can entice - or pay - into acting out her wildest fantasies with each other, but other than that, she is mostly uninterested in the opposite gender.
To be fair, Elizaveta has still managed to live a highly sheltered life. The intrigues of a court that pretends to still dwell in the middle ages are one thing, but if Elizaveta were to be dropped in the middle of a foreign town and expected to be able to cope. She knows that there is a whole world out there and while that excites the pervert in her, she would much rather stay in her home, practicing her sword or having dresses made.
History: Elizaveta was the fourth child - and only girl - born to the illustrious Héderváry family. The family had made it’s fortune centuries ago in their prime vineyard and remained in the lap of luxury all the way up until the two Great Wars. The family was split with arguments over how to weather the Great Depression and when her grandmother chose to name her uncle as her successor - her uncle who had spoken the loudest against her parents - her mother and father retreated back to their estate on the shores of Lake Balaton to lick their proverbial wounds and prepare for the legal battle as her uncle tried to sue them for all that they owned.
That is the world that Elizaveta was born into: parents that argued and fought over what they would do to stop her uncle from making them paupers, whose fault it was that they were in this bind, what they could do to save the grapevines, which had been infested with bugs that were quickly killing them.
Her mother insisted that despite the fact that they were slowly going broke, even without the potential of being sued sometime in the future, her daughter should be raised as a true Lady, with all the dresses and manners and refusal to let her play with the poorer children running about their estate. Elizaveta grew exactly as her mother wished - sheltered, quiet and very respectful of her parents.
She was twelve when her father died from a combination of stress and too much sampling of the family products. While they mourned his passing, the strangest thing happened. The many lawsuits her uncle had filed towards her family were dropped. Her mother was cautiously happy and sent her oldest brother to the capital to try and find a new way to generate some wealth as the grapevines continued to fail. Her other two brothers were kept at home to tend to the vineyard and the estate respectively. it was Elizaveta’s duty to help her mother keep track of the money and the servants.
More than willing to remain that way the rest of her life, it came as a shock four years later when the lawsuits were picked up again. Her mother crumpled under the weight - spending days locked away in her room crying as she knew she couldn’t afford to pay for enough lawyers to keep her brother off this time. Elizaveta quickly grew to hate her uncle as her beloved mother weakened and lost hope.
That was when an odd letter arrived, with their families crest sealing it shut. Thinking it was another letter for the lawsuits, her mother was quick to tears as she read it. Elizaveta, sitting by her side, watched as the tears stopped and a puzzled, worried expression came over her face. When she asked about what the matter was, her mother slowly explained that her uncle wanted to make a deal with them. If Elizaveta was sent to the capital to be trained in the art of the sword by her uncle for six months, all the lawsuits would be dropped permanently.
To the young girl of seventeen, this was an amazing bout of fortune. Secretly she’d always wanted to go to the capital - she had dreams of going to see civilization and Society and maybe find a rich man to marry, to defend her family. This made it all the more easy for her - despite her mother’s warnings, Elizaveta decided to accept her mad uncles terms.
Upon her arrival, her hopes and dreams were quickly crushed. She’d assumed that she would have time to do as she wanted as well as the silly swordsman training her uncle wanted - that was not to be. She was confined to their mansion and spent nearly every waking moment with a sword in her hands. Forced to wear mens clothing and to be amongst the few shady individuals that came and went from her uncles mansion made Elizaveta miserable for months. What kind of man would want to marry a woman with a sword? They wanted pretty ornaments to bear their children and quietly support them in everything they did.
Her strength and abilities grew and despite her misery, she found herself enjoying the physical lessons. As she progressed in her training, she was given small jobs - delivering messages to other nobles, guarding her uncle at parties and at home being a few of them. The six month mark arrived - bringing her mother and brothers to her uncles mansion, demanding she come home because she had done her job. She had saved her family from ruin.
Elizaveta surprised even herself by refusing to go home. She was, begrudgingly, happy. She'd grown to love the sword. The mens clothing. The ability to walk around the city and have no one bother her because she could protect herself.
Her oldest brother accused her uncle of ruining her. Elizaveta herself demanded that he leave. Not even a few days later, her brother returned with a man who was claimed to be a sword master, telling her that if the man could beat her in a match that it would prove she was unfit to take care of herself and that he would take her home, where everything could go back to normal.
It only took a few minutes to defeat the man and only a few more after that for her brother to leave the mansion, a stunned expression on his face.
Her uncle, delighted by this turn of events pulled her even more into his world by naming her his Heir. Bewildered, she asked her uncle why he couldn't just go out and make his own heir - or at least take a wife. He introduced her into the world of homosexuality and how even the idea of touching a woman repulsed him. Little did he know how much he influenced his young heir into one of her quiet obsessions.
The years after that seemed to pass too quickly and with a suddenness that startled her, she was standing in front of her uncle's casket as the new Duchess of Héderváry. Her uncle had passed suddenly, from a heart attack. Something she sadly could not defend him from.
Since then, she's run her family's business, helping her mother and her many other relatives, while going to Council meetings and dealing with pig-headed men and women on an almost daily scale. But recently, she received a betrothal request from a high ranking Admiral in the Sky Military. Elizaveta automatically shot him down, wanting nothing to do with the military, but the man continued to send her more requests with bigger dowries. Every one was rejected by her, until the very last. It was an invitation to a ball, where he would wish to introduce her to the world as his fiancee. Finally fed up with the man, Elizaveta decided to attend - and set the man in his place once and for all.
Allegiance: She’ll ally with whomever can help her get her lands and Title back.
How They Died: The year was nineteen fourty four and Hungary found herself in probably the biggest predicament of her entire life. Nodding her goodbye's to America and England, she wearily made her way towards the plane that would take her back to her own lands. After years of fighting and being at Austria's side, the Great Depression and being under the proverbial thumb of fascism, the once-warlike lady had had enough. She was tired of it all - the Depression had left her feeling achy and no matter how she tried to stay calm and keep things under some sort of control in the East, tensions grew and grew.
Then the war broke out and Hungary found herself so sick and tired of war that she did something that she would never have normally done. She went behind the backs of Germany and Austria and Italy to go into secret talks with two of the Allied nations. She wanted out. In fact, she never wanted to be in in the first place.
Sighing as she tried to relax in her padded chair, Hungary massaged her temples, willing the stress away. She felt terrible - like she was a horrible traitor, betraying all those she loved and cared for by ducking behind their backs to look out for herself. Actually, she thought to herself, that was betraying them.
And as horrible as she felt, when the alarms started going off in the plane and a horrible whistling sound outside drew her attentions to the window, her feelings of betrayal twisted one-eighty. There was a bomb screaming its way towards her. And she had enough time to see the make of it and see that it was of German make - and to feel the anger at having him go so far as to kill her - before it slammed into her plane and exploded with all the force it contained within it.
She felt nothing more than a sudden burning and the bitter taste of betrayal, before she was no more.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Mr. Sparrow is a beast.
Country of Origin: Magyar Köztársaság (also known as the Republic of Hungary)
Gender Female
Age: 25
Height: 5”5
Weight: 115 pounds
Appearance: Dressed as a boy and dressed as a girl.
Crew member of:
Status:
Crest: [may eventually post a House crest for her.]
Personality: Elizaveta is a complicated lady. Most people meet her and see her as upper-crust nobility with the stuck up personality. She goes out of her way to act like that amongst her fellow nobles - not because she is stuck up, but because she enjoys watching it grate on others nerves without bringing her into any physical danger. To all her servants and close friends, she tries her best to be kind at all times; after all, she grew up without servants, so having them was an added luxury. Why be mean to the people who are there to help you look and feel your best?
She has a few secret loves - the first being her adoration of all things girly and ruffly. Once again, one of the things she was unable to have as a child were those extra layers of silk and tafetta, lace and ribbons. Being able to wear them whenever she pleases is a luxury she slips into at any excuse, be it a ball, or a meeting or just lunch with friends. The second secret is her love of all things... well. Gay. Her uncle introduced her to the world of men on men action and she has been a quiet addict ever since, encouraging the men around her into situations where she could observe them interacting, finding out who is and who isn't and just plain fantasizing about the pretty men around her.
Her not-so-secret love affair is that of the sword. Because of her uncle's tutoring, Elizaveta is one of the few women of nobility that can defend herself and she certainly enjoys being able to beat men at what had once been their own game. She doesn't go out and pick fights, per se, but with her acidic tongue, she manages to insult well enough that someone will feel a slight on their honor that has to be defended by the sword.
She's a highly independent woman. Ever since she earned her noble rank, her family has been trying to convince her to get married and have children to no avail. She knows what she wants out of life, and that's not to be saddled with a man (who isn't gay) and children. At least, not any time soon. She dreams of someday having a secret bordello of beautiful men that she can entice - or pay - into acting out her wildest fantasies with each other, but other than that, she is mostly uninterested in the opposite gender.
To be fair, Elizaveta has still managed to live a highly sheltered life. The intrigues of a court that pretends to still dwell in the middle ages are one thing, but if Elizaveta were to be dropped in the middle of a foreign town and expected to be able to cope. She knows that there is a whole world out there and while that excites the pervert in her, she would much rather stay in her home, practicing her sword or having dresses made.
History: Elizaveta was the fourth child - and only girl - born to the illustrious Héderváry family. The family had made it’s fortune centuries ago in their prime vineyard and remained in the lap of luxury all the way up until the two Great Wars. The family was split with arguments over how to weather the Great Depression and when her grandmother chose to name her uncle as her successor - her uncle who had spoken the loudest against her parents - her mother and father retreated back to their estate on the shores of Lake Balaton to lick their proverbial wounds and prepare for the legal battle as her uncle tried to sue them for all that they owned.
That is the world that Elizaveta was born into: parents that argued and fought over what they would do to stop her uncle from making them paupers, whose fault it was that they were in this bind, what they could do to save the grapevines, which had been infested with bugs that were quickly killing them.
Her mother insisted that despite the fact that they were slowly going broke, even without the potential of being sued sometime in the future, her daughter should be raised as a true Lady, with all the dresses and manners and refusal to let her play with the poorer children running about their estate. Elizaveta grew exactly as her mother wished - sheltered, quiet and very respectful of her parents.
She was twelve when her father died from a combination of stress and too much sampling of the family products. While they mourned his passing, the strangest thing happened. The many lawsuits her uncle had filed towards her family were dropped. Her mother was cautiously happy and sent her oldest brother to the capital to try and find a new way to generate some wealth as the grapevines continued to fail. Her other two brothers were kept at home to tend to the vineyard and the estate respectively. it was Elizaveta’s duty to help her mother keep track of the money and the servants.
More than willing to remain that way the rest of her life, it came as a shock four years later when the lawsuits were picked up again. Her mother crumpled under the weight - spending days locked away in her room crying as she knew she couldn’t afford to pay for enough lawyers to keep her brother off this time. Elizaveta quickly grew to hate her uncle as her beloved mother weakened and lost hope.
That was when an odd letter arrived, with their families crest sealing it shut. Thinking it was another letter for the lawsuits, her mother was quick to tears as she read it. Elizaveta, sitting by her side, watched as the tears stopped and a puzzled, worried expression came over her face. When she asked about what the matter was, her mother slowly explained that her uncle wanted to make a deal with them. If Elizaveta was sent to the capital to be trained in the art of the sword by her uncle for six months, all the lawsuits would be dropped permanently.
To the young girl of seventeen, this was an amazing bout of fortune. Secretly she’d always wanted to go to the capital - she had dreams of going to see civilization and Society and maybe find a rich man to marry, to defend her family. This made it all the more easy for her - despite her mother’s warnings, Elizaveta decided to accept her mad uncles terms.
Upon her arrival, her hopes and dreams were quickly crushed. She’d assumed that she would have time to do as she wanted as well as the silly swordsman training her uncle wanted - that was not to be. She was confined to their mansion and spent nearly every waking moment with a sword in her hands. Forced to wear mens clothing and to be amongst the few shady individuals that came and went from her uncles mansion made Elizaveta miserable for months. What kind of man would want to marry a woman with a sword? They wanted pretty ornaments to bear their children and quietly support them in everything they did.
Her strength and abilities grew and despite her misery, she found herself enjoying the physical lessons. As she progressed in her training, she was given small jobs - delivering messages to other nobles, guarding her uncle at parties and at home being a few of them. The six month mark arrived - bringing her mother and brothers to her uncles mansion, demanding she come home because she had done her job. She had saved her family from ruin.
Elizaveta surprised even herself by refusing to go home. She was, begrudgingly, happy. She'd grown to love the sword. The mens clothing. The ability to walk around the city and have no one bother her because she could protect herself.
Her oldest brother accused her uncle of ruining her. Elizaveta herself demanded that he leave. Not even a few days later, her brother returned with a man who was claimed to be a sword master, telling her that if the man could beat her in a match that it would prove she was unfit to take care of herself and that he would take her home, where everything could go back to normal.
It only took a few minutes to defeat the man and only a few more after that for her brother to leave the mansion, a stunned expression on his face.
Her uncle, delighted by this turn of events pulled her even more into his world by naming her his Heir. Bewildered, she asked her uncle why he couldn't just go out and make his own heir - or at least take a wife. He introduced her into the world of homosexuality and how even the idea of touching a woman repulsed him. Little did he know how much he influenced his young heir into one of her quiet obsessions.
The years after that seemed to pass too quickly and with a suddenness that startled her, she was standing in front of her uncle's casket as the new Duchess of Héderváry. Her uncle had passed suddenly, from a heart attack. Something she sadly could not defend him from.
Since then, she's run her family's business, helping her mother and her many other relatives, while going to Council meetings and dealing with pig-headed men and women on an almost daily scale. But recently, she received a betrothal request from a high ranking Admiral in the Sky Military. Elizaveta automatically shot him down, wanting nothing to do with the military, but the man continued to send her more requests with bigger dowries. Every one was rejected by her, until the very last. It was an invitation to a ball, where he would wish to introduce her to the world as his fiancee. Finally fed up with the man, Elizaveta decided to attend - and set the man in his place once and for all.
Allegiance: She’ll ally with whomever can help her get her lands and Title back.
How They Died: The year was nineteen fourty four and Hungary found herself in probably the biggest predicament of her entire life. Nodding her goodbye's to America and England, she wearily made her way towards the plane that would take her back to her own lands. After years of fighting and being at Austria's side, the Great Depression and being under the proverbial thumb of fascism, the once-warlike lady had had enough. She was tired of it all - the Depression had left her feeling achy and no matter how she tried to stay calm and keep things under some sort of control in the East, tensions grew and grew.
Then the war broke out and Hungary found herself so sick and tired of war that she did something that she would never have normally done. She went behind the backs of Germany and Austria and Italy to go into secret talks with two of the Allied nations. She wanted out. In fact, she never wanted to be in in the first place.
Sighing as she tried to relax in her padded chair, Hungary massaged her temples, willing the stress away. She felt terrible - like she was a horrible traitor, betraying all those she loved and cared for by ducking behind their backs to look out for herself. Actually, she thought to herself, that was betraying them.
And as horrible as she felt, when the alarms started going off in the plane and a horrible whistling sound outside drew her attentions to the window, her feelings of betrayal twisted one-eighty. There was a bomb screaming its way towards her. And she had enough time to see the make of it and see that it was of German make - and to feel the anger at having him go so far as to kill her - before it slammed into her plane and exploded with all the force it contained within it.
She felt nothing more than a sudden burning and the bitter taste of betrayal, before she was no more.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Mr. Sparrow is a beast.
