Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Feb 22, 2011 18:22:40 GMT -5
Name: Elizaveta Héderváry
Gender: Female
Country: Hungary
Age: 9
Grade: 4th grade
Personality:
Elizaveta is really convinced she is a boy. She acts just like a boy as well, and most others just think she is one. Elizaveta is rather though and likes challenges. She has a very competitive spirit and does not want to show any sign of weakness.
Even though she can’t even tell her own gender, Elizaveta is actually a pretty smart child (on other areas that is). She can’t stand plain stupidity and certainly doesn’t mind smacking someone for it.
Despite her beating up other kids, she can be surprisingly well-mannered. (Most kids she beats up, are simply ones she doesn’t like anyways) Elizaveta can in fact be rather kind and is very loyal to her friends.
Likes:
* Horses (though other animals as well)
* Sports
* Winning
* Fighting
* Fingerpainting
Dislikes:
* Being accused of being a girl
* Losing
* Romanians
* Being treated unequally
History:
Elizaveta has always though she was a boy, and still thinks so. Her parents never really explained how those things actually work and believe (and hope) it’s just a phase that will pass.
However she did always know she is different from the rest somehow, but she cannot place it. So she feels the need to prove herself and that she’s equal to the rest. (What often leads to her getting into fights)
She prefers to be called Elia or Elias since Elizaveta is quite a girly name.
RP sample:
Elizaveta stood up again. She turned around to face the boy had just pushed her on the ground. "Seggfej," she mumbled and her eyes looked even angrier than before. She hated this guy. He was always messing with her. Always shouting things about her being a girl. She is all man okay! What an idiot, of course she'd know better herself. Just because she's a bit late with growing the stuff, doesn't mean she's a girl!
That damn punk deserved some beating, she though as she hit him right in the face. The boy stumbled back a bit and looked from his hand back up to her with frightened eyes. There was blood on his hand, which had come from his now bleeding lip. Elizaveta didn't do anything, but just looking at him. The boy hicked as is surpressing a cry and turned around to run away. "Hmph." What a crybaby. She turned around as well, now wondering if she had better not done that. Surely she would get problems with the teachers again.
* asshole
OoC
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