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Elizaveta Zhivanevskaya
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Ravenclaw
23 posts
22 years old
Art Teacher at Centre School for Young Mages
Mentor at Domum Agape
Lufkin University Alum
Primary School
played by steph
"Lady, make note of this-- one of you is lying."
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Post by Elizaveta Zhivanevskaya on Jan 19, 2019 23:09:22 GMT -5

Elizaveta Rozalina Zhivanevskaya-Whittletree
by Steph
22
age
woman
gender
06/13/1996
birthday
blood status
half-blood
sexual orientation
"There was never a question, once I stopped to ask"
epidemic x status
Infected.
occupation
Art teacher at Centre School for Young Mages
Mentor at Domum Agape
general appearance
She's very . . .a common sort of pretty, it might be said, with waving light blonde hair, a peaches-and-cream complexion, a Cupid's bow mouth, and dark brows over gentle dark eyes. A typical English rose, really. An average 170 centimeters, a defined collarbone, rather slender.


former school
Hogwarts
former house
Ravenclaw
achievements
She seduced a girl, and kept up the pretense. (she lied to herself)


university
Lufkin
university major(s)
Education, Arts
years attended
2014 - 2018


skills
GRUDGE-HOLDING, CERAMICS, PAINTINGLYING, CHILDREN, GROWTH, TELLING STORIES, EMPATHETIC, PATIENCE, COMMUNICATION
weaknesses
REMAINING DISTANT, GRUDGE-HOLDING, WRONGS, ANGER, TEA, ANXIETY, GUILT
positive traits
Adaptable, charismatic, compassionate, creative, empathetic, friendly, methodical, patient, practical, principled, resourceful, scholarly, warm, witty
negative traits
Artificial, cynical, deceptive, dishonest, hedonistic, impulsive, prejudiced, regretful
hobbies/interests
sketching, ceramics, long walks in the sun, swimming, acting, puppet shows, pleasure reading. 
accomplishments
Diplomas, finding family, letting go of anger


character history
Elizaveta Rozalina Zhivanevskaya was born in a loving family that she admittedly remembers little and less of. Nathaniel had been disowned by his family for his relationship with her mother, and he died when she was two. That was what she was told, at least-- her father had just. . died, like people do. She doesn't remember how long it took for her mother to tell her, because she was only two. 

Well, her mother told her before she died. It was only chance that Elizaveta was staying at her aunt's instead of going to her grandparents. It was just a little hunt, apparently. Just like the old times, and they hadn't even known they'd gotten a magical house, like that made it better. She remembers what little of the trial her aunt let her see. Rozalina hadn't thought that the day she'd taken Elizaveta would be the one that would be the worst. She'd tried to hurry Elizaveta out, but she'd refused to go.

Elizaveta met her father's parents for the first time then. Despite everything, Elizaveta was magic, the last of their line. Elizabeth Whittletree, they called her. Eliza. The name had burned in her ears, tasted sour on her tongue. She wasn't a Whittletree anymore than she was Eliza, but all the same, her aunt let them split custody. Elizaveta grew up then, as they managed to weasel out more and more-- a witch shouldn't be raised by such a Muggle Squib, right? They knew better, they could help more, they were able to manage it. The years had softened them somewhat, apparently. Dominic had a weak heart, wanted to see his only grandchild. 

And look where his weak heart got him, little Eliza Whittletree. Taking in his only grandchild, daughter of the son he'd disowned, giving her his name and his house, and the aunt tried to kill him. Succeeded too, it was only his quick wandwork that had her bleeding out after. Elizaveta heard the story often, her grandmother's hands twisting around her shoulders. She went to Hogwarts after that, her grandmother's word and influence seeing to it that there she was Whittletree, for all the Sorting Hat called out her mother's name. Elizaveta had never liked her father's name, and the forcing of it turned her even more against it. She grew angry, she grew inside herself. A few years passed, her grandmother died, and she found a cousin, and. . . 

And then there was Aveline Avery. 

She's proud of that. It might be thought that Slytherins are the one for patience, for long schemes, for coolly-plotted revenge. But Elizaveta had noticed when the younger girl's eyes strayed towards other students, and she built herself a persona. She knew enough from her grandmother to know who and what the Averys were, how much they'd treasure Aveline as someone important, someone who mattered. She'd watched the girl and she changed herself, made herself more inviting, positioned herself so she might be seen at the corner of eyes, becoming familiar by face before anything else. She insinuated herself into the corners of the girl's life when she wasn't surrounded by cousins and familial-allies before they'd so much as spoken a word. Elizaveta was hurting, and she needed to hurt someone too.

It was easier than she thought, to pull her in and over, to catch her eye and flirt, swallowing down the barbs of hate for the girl's family. Easier still to kiss, easier still to sink her deeper and gain her trust-- because that happened last, she knows it did. She'd let that simmer for some time, and then--

Elizaveta struck. It might have been better to wrap her further, might have been better to pull it longer, see how much she could get Aveline to do for how, how much she could convince her. To change her mind, betray the family. . .but no, that was crueler than she wanted to be. She wanted someone to hurt, and that was all she'd needed. She let Aveline know-- it was kinder, anyway. Easier to stomp it out, bludgeon it, make sure Aveline knew she'd been used and there was going to be no other times, make her question everyone she knew and her friends. She needed to know why the fire had happened, why it was right, because of all the things people like her family had done to people like Elizaveta's.

She was in university then, and she hadn't-- she didn't think-- but Aveline was there too, haunting her like how Elizaveta had strayed across the corners of her vision. She tried to ignore her, she tried to avoid her. Her classes, the kids at Willa's place she worked with, and her own conscience, because she knew it wasn't just manipulation that had made her tongue looser, to explain the differences between Elizaveta Zhivanevskaya and Elizaveta Zhivanevskaya-Whittletree. It was safer, it was better to be the latter, especially with how cruel people were getting. She'd been proud of her mother's Muggle name, would always would be, but--

Her grandfather's name was safer. She knew that, so she dragged it onto her name, forced the smile through, and put it on all her paperwork. She still refused to be called nicknames, and those who tried shortening her name to Eliza were usually ignored. Elizaveta tried to rush through Lufkin as quickly as she could, learned what she could of Aveline's haunts to avoid her. She made no attempt to hide that she was hiding, and once she'd graduated, she. . .

Well, she couldn't do Peverell. She was too young, and Aveline's family would maybe send their kids there. The Centre School, though-- her mother had gone to that, and they took university graduates. She'd known that kids couldn't always say her names, so E was an acceptable enough nickname to go by. She told herself that, at least.
parents
Nathaniel Edmund Whittletree, Anastasíya Klara Zhivanevskaya
siblings
None
children
Centre School's. Domum's.
partner
there's been a few.
other family
Rozalina Zhivanevskaya, Iolanthe Pyrites, Dominic Whittletree, people who had some raising of her.
, second cousin? sister. @winona 's also like a sister.
Natalya Pyrites, Teodora Pyrites, Andrei Pyrites, Adrianus Pyrites-- apparently second cousins? or something like that. willa complains a lot about her.

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family history
The Whittletrees were a quiet family, barely pureblood and relatively unknown. For some reason, that made them despise mediocrity, so whenever the time was near to take on new hopes, they did so. A half-English daughter of a Dolohova and the son of textbooks writers was considered the greatest catch for them, and Iolanthe in turn, turned the family to grow steadily more Dark. Iolanthe's brother married a Crabbe, and Iolanthe herself had married down to have control of her family. Nathaniel was the only son of Iolanthe and her husband, and they cherished him.

Except. . .Nathaniel was a disappointment. He never had a taste for martial magic, and he was born at such an unfortunate age that he was too young to join the Dark Lord the first time the man rose. No matter Iolanthe's connections, with a Dolohova for a mother and a Crabbe for a sister-in-law, few pureblood women wanted to marry so far below them, no matter the control they'd have over man and children. Preferring Nathaniel to marry pure, he was kept available, on the off-chance some scandalous pregnancy needed to be covered by hasty marriage, even if that meant raising a half-blood as her grandchild.

Klara Drozdova was a Muggleborn witch from Russia, and Kostya Zhivanevski was a Muggleborn wizard. They fled Russia after. . . some troubles, it might be said. It took some time for them to be settled, and they'd came in as Muggles. Their child Anastasíya Klara was born in Northumberland, but her magic started strong and unavoidable. Desperate, they searched for those they could find in the magical community, but often failed as they didn't know where to go as they knew little about the magical community in the country. At last, Stasya was directed towards a sort of magical school for children, and it was there that Klara and Kostya made stumbling affirmations of their own magical heritage. . .and then were directed to the Ministry at long-last.

Stasya was sent a Hogwarts letter, and she and Nathaniel didn't meet in Hogwarts. A thousand students might be a relatively small number, but they were in different groups of friends and were several years apart. They met at Stasya's desk job, as she worked for Gringotts. Things were happy, things went well, they were together in secret for a number of years. Nathaniel knew his mother would disown him, knew his cousins would be furious. He was the last Whittletree, and that was supposed to mean something. His father was a Death Eater, after all, and his mother might well have been.

They didn't marry, but they did love each other. Naively, Nathaniel had thought that if he didn't marry, if he just had her as a mistress. . .things might be all right. That she'd live, that they wouldn't hurt her. But his cousins-- both the Death Eater and the blood traitor-- didn't see it the same way, especially after Stasya announced that she was pregnant. Well, he had to marry her then, right? Except she refused. It was too dangerous, she said. They fell into arguments about what to do, and in the end she kept the baby against her better judgement.  

Nathaniel wasn't martially inclined, but for Stasya, he learned to be. It didn't serve him as well as he'd hoped. His parents disowned him, and when Aurel tried to get him to help in 1998, but both ending up being killed by Aurel's brother. Stasya lasted a bit longer, raised Elizaveta some more, but in the end, was killed in what was almost an accident. 


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status of application
complete
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yes
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whispered in an ear
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