Bathory, Erzebet

[Elizabeth Bathory]

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*ERZEBETVIDONIABATHORY,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M EZIBIT AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR FIVE YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT PM OR EMAIL AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.

FULL NAME Countess Erzebet Vidonia Báthory de Ecsed

AGE sixteen

GRADE second year

OCCUPATION student

SEXUALITY bisexual

BIRTHDAY august 7




OVERALL APPEARANCE

Erzebet has a tall pale frame that she controls with the utmost grace. Her skin glows porcelain, practically white and her lithe figure is well proportioned. Her bust is very in tone with the size of her hips which leaves her looking every bit the royalty she is. Her long cascading black hair flows down her back every so slightly past her butt, and also falls into her eyes giving her an alluring appearance. Often messy she does not take too much care to brush out her hair in the morning, as it is usually knot free due to her hours brushing it during the night when she can't sleep. Sleeping gives her hair a slightly curled look which frames her face elegantly. Her eyes are a deep crimson wine color which always seem to have a spark of mischievousness within them. Her eyes are very alluring, often pulling people in with her seductive gaze.

A lot of people say the eyes are a portal to the soul and this is also true with Erzebet. Her eyes often portray her to be a seductive and very passionate person who isn't afraid to speak her mind. Her eyes draw people in and send them into a daze with the bottomless portals that people claim they are. A normal day for her is to wear the school uniform, though he has a very passionate dislike for it. Typically she keeps the very top buttons of the shirt undone to reveal a flush of her pale cleavage for her comfort, along with sandals as she despises shoes. On the weekends when she's free from the relentless studying of her very sadistic original she loves to wear long gowns and intricately gypsy like clothing, but also has a taste for the oriental. She keeps her nails trimmed and painted, making sure she is always kept clean since she can not stand to be dirty.

LIKES

• roses
  
• tea
  
• brushes
  
• the piano
  
• the violin
  
• painting
  
• cooking
  
• tarot
  
• the supernatural
  
• rain
  

DISLIKES

• having her destiny chosen for her
  
• being a clone
  
• studying
  
• white lilies
  
• sitting still
  
• wearing skin tight clothes
  
• wearing shoes
  
• being alone
  
• loud people
  
• spiders
  

STRENGTHS

• cooking
  
• sewing
  
• giving advice
  
• playing music (the violin and piano)
  
• painting, specifically sumi-e
  

WEAKNESSES

• her memory
  
• her anger
  
• men
  
• cute girls
  
• blood
  

PERSONALITY

Erzebet is one of the few clones who is resisting her original. It isn't the issue of who exactly her original was, it's a matter of independence and making a name for herself as her own person. Being a naturally very prideful person who can hold a grudge for a long period of time, it isn't hard for her to fight back against her studies. Though at times she grown weary of the fight and gives in quietly she still dreams and plans for the future when she can escape the school to become her own person. Naturally she's a very seductive person, sometimes accidentally manipulating others for her own gain. Besides the accidental flirting that occasionally causes heartache she deeply feels for her fellow students, or rather the younger ones who are cute and confused. She's the number one person in the school to go to for advice, often found on the weekends on the grounds or in her room serenly sewing.

One way to tell if something is wrong with her is if she opts not to sew but would rather wander around. Seeing as sewing is her zen time this should indicate emotional turmoil distracting enough to disrupt her from her favorite past time. Seeing as she is very perceptive, if not a bit eccentric, she loves the paranormal and anything to do with it, including her love of tarot cards and Nightmare interpretation encyclopedias. Often times she will read fortunes for fun, always making a light interpretation of the cards pulled. Along with this she also loves to cook and can often be seen sneaking into the kitchen at all odd hours of the night to do so, seeing as she has a very hard time sleeping. Her trouble with sleeping, which goes unexplained, has led her to seek out soothing options for calming her into a state of semi-consciousness.

This has included her new found passion for music, especially the piano and the violin. As well as music she holds a deep love for art, especially the art of Japanese ink painting sumi-e. Most of her large painting stay within the confines of her room scattered about to dry or hung up on her walls artfully. The one thing to watch about her is her explosive temper which has proven to be very violent and dangerous. Exploding at random times when pushed just a bit too far has often resulted in serious destruction of school property and even the harm of another student who had bothered her. Though completely against turning directly into her original there are a few habits she can't resist, including brushing her hair for hours on end and also becoming lost within her own reflection.

HISTORY

Erzebet has always lived inside the school, having been "born" on August 7th. Ever since the beginning she was obviously rebellious and very much like her original in terms of an explosive anger and a strange fascination with blood. Since she was young she tried to suppress these urges and explosive outbursts, eventually making herself sick at the very sight of blood. Though concerned the teachers tried to teach her the best they could to correct the mistakes she had made with her previous life. Hoping to have a proper young lady who would be a considerate ruler was ideal for them, but it was obvious that was not what they were going to get. Erzebet spent most of her days ignoring her studies and wandering around the grounds. She got into trouble for this often as she did fail a few tests due to her lack of interest.

Growing up a bit she began to look over her studies more and absorb more. Her teachers thought she was finally slipping into the routine of her studies but in reality she was building a mental block against what she never wanted to be. She was so sure she was her own person and she hated being a clone that the things she didn't want to study she simply didn't. She skipped certain classes and attended others, which honestly baffled the teachers who often had no idea where she could have been, but alas confused the teachers in the classes she DID attend as she was so good at hiding they never seemed to see her. Learning well from her fellow classmates as well as her own research she became avid with fortune telling and the supernatural,as well as taking up the violin and the piano due to a bad case of insomnia which was never well explained to her.

She holds a very obvious distaste of blood since she had always told herself she disliked it, and now she grown faint at the very sight of it. She had always proved a great resistance to those who tried to help her, but with a small series of dates and crushes she seemed to calm with the help of incense. She focused more on helping the younger students and giving advice but still managed to finally flourish with her studies. Since then she hasn't put much thought into her future but still strongly believes she shouldn't be forced to be a clone but rather she should be given the option to lead her own life.

RP EXAPMLE

Erszebet didn't want to get out of bed. There was no reason for her to she felt, she would be late for breakfast but that wasn't an issue. Until that is her cat jumped on her purring and clawed her. Yelping she cursed in her native language and jumped out of bed. Sometimes I hate you. Benci merely purred and curled up on her bed. She dragged herself to her trunk and dressed for the day, her uniform tweaked to fit her personally. Staining her lips red she simply went with a bit of eyeliner and twisted her hair upon her head. Pausing in the mirror she glanced down at her arm making sure it was covered. Sighing a bit she held her chin high and inspected herself carefully. Bangs hanging in her eyes she brushed them out annoyed slightly and snapped her fingers. Benci bounded off the bed to sit at her feet and she cooed to him. Picking the chubby cat up she slipped out of her room and through the common room without catching the attention of anyone. Satisfied at her undetected disappearance she slowly made her way through the halls, scratching the sweet spot behind Benci's ear.

Smiling to herself as she cooed to the animal she quieted as she approached the intimidatingly large doors of the great hall. Her pulse quickened and her heart began to race as she thought of the many English speaking people inside. Closing her eyes briefly Benci gave a worried mew and nudged her chin with his head. It'll be alright Benci. Just people. She said more to comfort herself than the distressed feline. Walking inside as quietly as possible she tried not to catch anyone's attention but seemed only to fail horridly. Whispers broke out amongst the students about the foreign girl who struggled with her studies, especially among her own house table who in a small way looked down on her for not being as smart as them. Then again she had to work twice as hard in order to be in their ranking. It wasn't her fault she had trouble with the language she just needed a bit more time to break down the sentence structure, convert it to her native language, give an answer, then convert her answer to English. It was all so troublesome.

Walking slowly between the aisles and rows of tables she closed her eyes a moment, and apparently didn't open them fast enough to see the foot stuck out in front of her. She flew forward, Benci giving an enraged yowl of pain and anger, hissing at the person responsible. Face down on the ground tears sprung in her closed eyes as her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment. Apparently this display of cruelty was funny as a small flurry of giggles broke out in the hall. Pushing herself up she sat on her knees, her ankle throbbing in pain and her pride wounded badly. She hated this school, people made fun of her directly because of her heritage, she had gained the offensive and ridiculous nickname of Bathory in reference to her name and place of birth. Hands shaking and pulse racing she tried to calm Benci down, only to result in an accidental scratch that caused her to gasp. So far today was going horrendously and she just wanted to crawl back in bed and never wake up. Perhaps she'd send a letter to her father requesting home schooling. Closing her eyes again she tenderly touched her ankle and hissed.

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