| May 17, 2013 9:27:14 GMT -5 |
Post by Elizabeth "N. Ireland" Hume on May 17, 2013 9:27:14 GMT -5
ELIZABETH (NORTHERN IRELAND) HUME
{Wipe the golden tear from your mother, dear, and raise what’s left of the flag for me.}
{Wipe the golden tear from your mother, dear, and raise what’s left of the flag for me.}
I Feel Like We're Summoning The Devil
Nickname/Alias: Liz, Lizzie, Beth
Gender: Female
Character Type: Country
Country or Country of Origin: Northern Ireland
Canon or Original: Original
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When I look into all of your stupid faces
I think how fun it will be to pound them into dust
Hair: Orange, doesn’t it go well together?
Height and Weight: 5’4”, 135 lbs
Other Distinguishing Features:
Pale freckles across her nose and cheeks, though you’d have to look rather close see them
A flat chest that renders her, for all intents and purposes, masculine in the bosom region
Her facial expression could be described as consistently “faraway”, staring blankly into space, even in the middle of a focused conversation
Overall Appearance:
A reasonably svelte and slim young lady, her figure is rather meagre for her height and her complexion pale as the new moon. She has shoulder-length hair of a warm ginger tone, most often bound up in a pair of short, tight ponytails behind her head so as not to be interfering with her delicate features; still, the fringe hangs lopsidedly across her face, firm as it ever is in its place. Her eyes are big and bright and tend to look at things with such remote intensity as to question whether the girl is even paying attention to what she’s seeing; thin, small lips and a small, plump nose round off her facial features, flecked gently with pale orange freckles. She has long limbs and a modest body shape, and it’s no secret that she’s a tad lacking in the chest department – it’s her distinct lack of a bosom that has innocuous bystanders querying her as to whether she really is a girl or just a very slight boy. Rest assured, she is most certainly female, though her dress sense would certainly lend one to think otherwise.
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Man up or I'll beat you with my peace prize!
Ireland, her “fun big sister”; England, her “cool big brother”; art, music and history; reading anything she can get her hands on; being included in, well, any sort of activity; being regarded as an adult; religious tolerance; nature; animals; the ocean; moments of quiet introspection
Dislikes:
Violence; coarse language; egotism; having to make decisions for herself; being alone (unless she’s in the mood for it); feeling as though she doesn’t quite fit in; being mocked for her height; causing gender confusion (secretly she actually views this as a guilty pleasure); getting involved in others’ affairs; getting drunk (which is difficult around Ireland)
Strengths:
Conscious – Liz is a calm, rational and pragmatic individual who can maintain her composure in even the most raucous of circumstances; when others are losing their heads, she will look for an answer and seldom ever loses her patience
Peacekeeper – Liz abhors violence in all its forms and will stay true to her own principles whenever the threat of force emerges, refusing to stain her hands with blood unless absolutely necessary; she does not bear grudges and regards all of creation as equal to another
Learned – Liz adores learning new information, in particular in the field of history, and ensures that she reads whenever the opportunity arises; having learned from both Ireland and England, she is indeed cultured and knowledgeable about a great many things, with unusual trivia being her forte!
Weaknesses:
Unconfident – Liz suffers from an inferiority complex, never quite believing she is good enough for anyone and constantly feeling that she is alone in this world; she prefers not to take charge of anything and, as such, tends to take orders rather than issue them
Hesitant – Liz is always second-guessing herself, seldom sure of her actions and constantly seeking the advice of both Ireland and England in her own affairs; she is slow to form friendships and prefers to observe others from a distance if it can be helped, except when they are truly in need of assistance
Inefficient – Liz is a terrible klutz, always finding a way to mess up even the simplest tasks and making things harder than they need to be; she is capable of doing good work if she puts her mind to it, but she neglects the simple principles of her duties and frequently tries too hard to show that she is of use to other folk
Fears:
Loneliness – Liz is dependent on others, whether she will admit it or not, and requires the assistance of others to make decisions on her behalf; she fears losing either of her beloved siblings and being alone, as she is unable to regard herself as anything other than a second fiddle
War – Liz, like many countries, fears war; yet she fears war from within, horrified by the thought of causing problems for others due to her own inability and still bears the emotional scars from the years of fighting that took place between her elder siblings on her behalf
Secrets:
Guilt – Liz loves both Ireland and England equally, though she maintains allegiance with England because she still harbours a strong sense of guilt towards Ireland, feeling that she is at fault for her sister’s emotional instability
Transgender – Liz does not actually consider herself very feminine and is curious as to whether she would be better suited as a boy; she wears masculine clothing to seem “tough” in front of others, hoping it will make her seem more confident, interesting and desirable
Any Quirks/Habits:
Vacant – Liz tends to stare blankly into space when she is by herself, and even when speaking to others, she has a tendency to drift off and look at something else; she is, in fact, paying attention, it is just that she is too shy to say anything in return
Imitation – Liz considers Ireland to be a beautiful woman and wants to seem more fun and outgoing like her whenever they are nearby; yet she also tries to be strong, handsome and charming like England, and often practises using his parlance so she can seem more dignified in front of others, complicating her already bizarre identity crisis
Fidgety - Liz has a habit of twitching her fingers whenever she is nervous, agitated or upset; if she is wringing them, then it's an indication that she feels very strongly about the issue at hand, though she expresses both sorrow and joy in this manner regardless of her intent at her observations as a general concept
Overall Personality:
How else would Elizabeth Hume be described if not as complex? A walking bundle of contradictions, uncertainties and psychoses wrapped up in a little ginger package, she is the troubled result of a split between her most beloved elder siblings and the century of violence that ensued in the wake of such a schism. An identity crisis research patient if ever there was one, Liz is never too sure if she wants to be an acerbic party animal like her big sister or a genteel nobleperson like her big brother. She is constantly trying to please both, which often leads to neurotic japery of the highest order, and when the situation calls for her to make a decision, she is much more likely to avoid proactive policies and simply sit in the corner and await exterior instructions.
Liz abhors violence in all its forms and will never raise a hand against another if she can help it. The mere sight of death can send her into a whimpering fit, so traumatised is she by the events she has witnessed and felt largely unable to put an end to. She is known to seek peace as an alternative to any sort of physical action and believes discussion is the means to achieving lasting harmony. That is not to say that she is a chronic wallflower; in times of particularly strained duress, she will force herself to speak out against what she feels to be inadequate moral standards. Yet actually getting her to take up arms against her fellow man is a nigh-on impossible task.
Nevertheless, if there is one virtue Liz exemplifies, it is compassion. In her eyes, the courage to stand up and resist the brutality of war is the only true form of courage, and she will gladly come to the aid of any folk who may need it if the situation demands it. Her temper – and her true character – is only ever shown in times of absolute necessity, though when it is, she reveals herself as a militant pacifist who will actively glare at others until they either submit to her demands for peace at any cost or poke her back into her spot skulking in the corner. Yet for all her psychological idiosyncrasies – some might indeed say madness – she is never duplicitous and would rather give her own life than betray her own stoutly-entrenched vision of the ethical good. What you see is what you get with Liz – just what it is that one is seeing is another matter entirely!
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I'm the hero!
1542 – King Henry VIII declares the Kingdom of Ireland to be under English rule
1601 – The Battle of Kinsale establishes Queen Elizabeth I’s reign over Ireland following Irish resistance
1607 – The Flight of the Earls, in which the Catholic aristocracy of Ireland flees to continental Europe, allows Protestant settlers to colonise the northern province of Ulster
1689 – The Williamite-Jacobite War in Ireland is fought to determine whether England is ruled by a Protestant or a Catholic King
1691 – Following the victory of the Protestant Williamite supporters, a series of Penal Laws declares Catholics to be a minority in Ireland, furthering Anglo-Irish religious tensions
1801 – The Act of Union is passed; Ireland is declared a member of the United Kingdom
1914 – Following heated debates, the Government of Ireland Act grants Ireland the right to govern itself under the Home Rule policy, but this is postponed on account of the First World War; dissent in the northern province of Ulster, particularly from its large Protestant population, is widespread at this time
1921 – Northern Ireland is declared a separate state under British rule
1966 – The Ulster Volunteer Force declares war on the Irish Republican Army; the Troubles begin
1972 – Twenty-six unarmed civilian protesters are shot by the British Army on “Bloody Sunday”; the UVF and IRA continue their campaigns of violence; parliamentary self-governance is temporarily suspended
1994 – Talks between the main Irish nationalist parties begin, seeking to achieve an end to the hostilities
1998 – The Omagh Bombing kills twenty-eight people and injures hundreds; despite this incident, the Good Friday Agreement is signed and the conflict is formally ceased; the Troubles end at the turn of the new century
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You've got it backwards! Backwards!
Hurry up and throw it! If you don't hurry up and throw it, you'll go "boom"!
Elizabeth Hume, being possessed of a nature that observers had described as “temperate”, watched as her fellow man once more talked of war.
They boasted about it as though it was something to be proud of; as though it were a great virtue to give one’s life for one’s nation. That innocent men would march off to their deaths to the sounds of the distant drums seemed to her more so an orchestra of terror than a fanfare of victory. She shuddered at the mere thought of it and contented herself to avoid getting involved.
Yet they were so vocal about it. If she didn’t say something, who would? Somebody had to speak up and say no to this sort of thing. Nobody else seemed intent on doing just that. Perhaps it did indeed only take a small voice to rise above the snarling roars of the interminable war machine? Perhaps she could be that voice; the voice of the poor, the oppressed, they who would drive their swords into the earth and say, “No more! Ours shall be the flag of peace, not the banner of war! No more shall innocent blood be shed upon our fair virgin ground!”
Oh, but what was she thinking? She was tiny, barely a slip of a girl, and they were mature nations. She would be like the one mumbling child at the far left of the class, present, but in body only. Her corporeal lacking would certainly designate herself to be a mere speck of dust on the horizon of harmony. Yes, this would be a most bloody conflict indeed. It would take more than mere words to quell these two irate giants, bereft, as they were, of any cause but that which lead to the most blood being shed.
“Listen, I’m not saying anything. All I’m doing is wondering where my last piece of toast went!”
“Oh yeah? Well, maybe if you don’t want me eatin’ your damn food, you oughta put your name on it first.”
Elizabeth Hume sighed and returned to reading her book.
Hell hath no fury like siblings enraged.
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I Summon thee from far away lands, come forth!
You called?
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