Elizabeta Héderváry

[Elizabeta Héderváry]

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*ELIZABETAHEDERVARY,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M BEE AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR Counting only Hetalia it‘s been …2?+ years SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT MSN which you can ask for AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.

FULL NAME Elizabeta Héderváry

COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Hungary

AGE Eighteen

GRADE Senior

OCCUPATION Sells doujins she makes / Waitress

SEXUALITY Pan sexual (Really, no pun intended.)

BIRTHDAY June 8th

SCHEDULE
ENG402, HST202, MTH202, SCI112, Child Development, Debate, Weightlifting




OVERALL APPEARANCE

LIKES

• Love -Expressive love in general, to be truthful, but especially the love between men
  
• Reading -Especially steamy love stories
  
• Delivering divine punishment with her frying pan
  
• Silence (is golden, duct tape is silver.)
  
• Cooking
  
• Cleaning
  
• Roderich
  
• Gilbert (Not admittedly)
  
• Friendly people
  
• Eavesdropping (If it holds any interest to her)
  
• Fighting (But not where Roderich can see)
  

DISLIKES

• Loud people (Well, it depends on how they’re being loud. People like Feliciano, she adores)
  
• Disruptive people
  
• Sadiq Adnan (This is the kind of loud people she hates. So noisy -it‘s not hate, but it‘s difficult to be around him.)
  
• Gilbert (Well, at least that’s what she says -And another example of the type of loud people she hates.)
  
• Violence (Unless it’s her own)
  
• Fake Love
  
• Rude people
  
• People who bully (Especially those who bully Roderich)
  
• Being bossed around (But she knows when to obey)
  
• Romania and Mongol [[Dunno their names]] (It’s not really that she hates them… But she feels awkward around them.)
  
  

STRENGTHS

• Sewing, knitting, embroidery- All very lady-like hobbies. And all of them are things Eliza enjoys for a quite evening. Not to mention, it not only helps her spend time -but she can also give what she makes to people when she’s done making it. It makes for a nice little ‘I appreciate you.’
  
  
• Fighting - Now. She’d never admit this in front of the Edelstein gentleman buuuut, Eli’s got a bit of a tomboy (or a lot of a tomboy) in her. She enjoys fighting. And when I say fighting, I mean one-sided mutilation. She’s quick to beat the crap out of people -especially boys- who irritate her. She’s not nice about it either, it usually consist of head-trauma from a frying pan she carries around.
  
  
• Chores - Eli actually enjoys doing the house-hold like chores. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, all of it. During her child-hood she was such a wild tomboy that believed herself to be a male so the idea was disgustingly feminine and meant for the ladies -but as she grew older and despite retaining her tomboy qualities she founds more feminine hobbies she liked. These things are apart of them. They’re surprisingly good exercise too.
  
• Loyal - Eliza is something fiercely loyal to those she cares about. She boarders on being a guard dog with the way she is. Her loyalty for the most part, is unfaultable. She’d go through hell in back for those who she feels protective of and do things she normally wouldn’t for their sake -even if it’s not asked of her.
  
• Candid Photos - Eliza is (this is not a good thing, children) rather an expert at sneaking around and taking candid photos of others. She’s almost a master of the art of taking pictures of unaware subjects.
  

WEAKNESSES

• Hard-headed - Even if she adores some one so much she’d give her life for them, she’d still have troubles taking orders without a bit of a fight if they went against something she believed in. Unfortunately this is not enough to stop her from doing unthinkable things if it’s for her special person’s sake, which makes her easily the bad guy and even if it hurts her, she’ll hold the image.
  
• Romantist - Whereas it’s not a bad thing, it’s an awfully powerful weakness of hers. Her romantist attitude can be quite damaging. Because of it, she’ll do things she normally wouldn’t do -despite her better judgment or the fact it will harm her mentally, emotionally, or physically. Or worse, the fact it will harm others.
  
• Violent - She tends to have a bit of a violent streak. Which never turns out good for those that are the main targets of her unholy need to beat people up. And the bad thing about it is, some of the times. She doesn’t really mean to hurt the person. She just got embarrassed and her initial reaction was violence to cover up said embarrassment.
  
• Domineering - She doesn’t mean to be, but occasionally, Eliza can be a bit controlling. Like she thinks others are too stupid to be in command and that she needs to take the driver’s seat. Metaphorically speaking.
  
• ‘Fujoshi’ - Eliza has a horribly strong addiction to ‘yaoi’ related things. She thinks the Japanese are brilliant for creating yaoi mangas and doujins. Her obsession goes beyond that though. She can see ‘yaoi’ in every day life when it’s not even really happening. She’s made her own little delusional world.
  

PERSONALITY

HISTORY

RP EXAMPLE

Hungary wasn’t sure how she was suppose to feel about it, about the fall of Prussia, about the disappearance of her childhood friend, her rival. It all seemed like it was going way too fast for her to process, to take in, to accept. For the most part, she just felt… numb. This man had caused a lot of trouble for her during the time they knew each other and she always swore up and down that she hated him, but having him not be there.. Turning around expecting to hit some one in the face with her frying pan and no one would be there, it didn’t seem like it could really be happening, but it was. He was already gone and all she could do to keep anyone else from seeing the turmoil in her heart was smile and pretending to be perfectly fine like it was some sort of victory.

She had just left Austria’s house from some business and crawled into bed for some sleep that had been neglected since. She slept deeply, and had only one dream. A time of when Prussia and herself were children, fighting and laughing and chasing after him after he’d make fun of her. And then, it turned into a nightmare. He suddenly vanished into a mist of fog. That was when she finally realized it, the thing her mind had been unable to accept. He really, truly, was gone and never coming back. The more horrifying realization was that she wasn’t happy at all, the man she claimed to hate so much was dead, and she couldn’t even smile from the bottom of her heart.

She jerked awake with a start, gasping in a deep breathe like some one who had just taken their first breathe after drowning for several minutes. With a small, tentative frown, she sat up and placed her bare feet against the cold wood floor. The chill sank into her as deeply as the understanding she had. She stood to go to the bathroom but only made it half-way toward her bedroom door before the tears fell like rain. As she cried louder than she even knew she could, she felt as if a hand was resting on her head. The sensation faded away after she managed to halt her crying. Unable to own up to the feelings of friendship she had for her hated rival she murmured sullenly to herself, “Hmp, serves you right, always picking on my Mr. Austria. don’t think I won’t beat you up when I join you in heaven.”

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