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[Name]
Elizabeth Marie Corenza

[Alias]
The Southern Belle.

[Age]
27

[Gender]
Female

[Appereance]
Eliza stands at the five foot three to five foot four range, weighing in at a good one hundred and thirty pounds, giving her the slight appearance of plumpness to her red cheeks. She has dark brown hair, about waist length, that she keeps down, or up in eccentric braids, with a few whips framing her round frame- if she is socializing, as woman are to do from time to time. Coupled with her brown hair is a set of steely blue eyes, set beneath thin brows and thick, short, lashes. Coupled with her plump lips, always curled into a self-satisfied smile, she looks much like a cat who decided to take a lick from the cream you were eating, and didn’t have the decency to tell you.

The woman is always fully clothed, as is proper. Long skirts, under-layers, corset, high neckline, and an over shaw/coat. The dress she wears, of course, has a high neckline, not showing off any over her collarbone, and the skirt comes out over her feet, so as to not present her ankle’s to anyone, as it would be improper. Along with that, she tends to wear gloves over her hands, and up to her elbows, in which the sleeves of her dresses end.

[Personality]
Elizabeth is a proper woman. Demure, in public, and willing to follow directions. She works underhandedly, slyly, making sure that her opinions are heard, with a soft voice, and a coy flashing of eyes, and the flutter of her fan. She is not a fighter- nor is she a lover. Simply, she is charmer, making sure that things happen in precisely the way that she would like for it to happen- for, that’s a secret power that woman without power have.

[Equipment]
Her trunk of dresses/ underclothing and the like, of course.
Her fan.
Paper.
Pencil.
A small purse-bag in which to hold the paper, pencil’s, maps, etc.
[Traits]
Hand to Hand Combat.- Fighting. <Very Poor.>
Charm.- Ablity to talk people into doing things. <Good>
Sneakyness.- Sneaking around. <Above average.>
Attractiveness. <Average.>
Empathy.- Relations to others. <Poor.>
Sarcasm.- Being rude. <Average.>
[Handicaps]
- She can not fight, hand to hand, or with weapons. It is not proper for a female, and, as such, she was not taught it. On the other hand, she can scratch with her nails, and kick her feet, and flail her hands and attempt to connect.
-Her lack of empathy, and rudeness and sarcasm, makes it so that she does not get along, socially, with others for very long. Part of the reason she has not been married off (seeing as, it is what’s expected.) This is probably why she is here.

[Background]
Elizabeth is a dixi. She’s into tradition, into not fighting, not sweating- into being a proper female. This was her upbringing, born into a slight well of family, but not one that could fully socialize with the upper crust, she was groomed and taught how to act from the moment she was born. You were nice, and courteous to those who deserved it (those above you) and you were a sly, conniving bitch to those below you. As such, Elizabeth soon learned how to charm people – above her, and how to be a snob to those below her, all whilst getting her way.
It really is amazing what a few words and a fluttering of your eyelashes can do to the opposite sex- that is, until Mama finds out. Around the age of sixteen Elizabeth started to explore how to use her charms- as she had seen other girls do to their husbands and the like, on those around her. Since she was not married this was atrocious, and she was bound to a chaperone, and had her mother and father attempting to marrying her off rather quickly. This is where her sour disposition and lack of empathy really kicked in. She was not wanted as a wife- and the dowry was not enough to cover someone who was so ill-tempered, and not considered above average in the looks department.
Once Elizabeth hit the age of twenty-two her chaperone was gone and she was allowed to do as she wished, within reason, since she was considered an old maid and wouldn’t be married. It was then that she started her sly maneuvering of people and earned the title of a Vigilante, all without having to actually do any physical work.
Now, years later, she was asked to help the church, and decided that she would love the change of pace.

Elizabeth Marie's Story