Elizabeth knew three tips, or her "keeps" as she liked to call them, on how to be a good wife:
1. Keep his belly full
2. Keep the home clean
3. Keep your mouth shut when he comes home with blood on his jacket.
A marriage pure...
Think of this chapter as a character dump. Any lore that i make of her will be but here.
Name: Elizabeth Annamarie Heller-Hayes
Age: 27 Birthdate: April 3rd, 1900 Occupation: Homemaker (Stay at home Wife)
Height: 5' 6''
Hair: Thick and Black, slightly wavy going down to about shoulder length Eyes: Brown in one, with the other being more of a light mocha Identifying Marks: A dark scar that goes over her right eye Appearance: A Tall, Dark Persian usually seen in a red cotton dress, a white apron, and black low heeled oxfords. Her hair is tied back with a ponytail, with a colored bandana wrapped around it to keep it out of her eyes while she takes care of the house.
Personality: Despite inheriting a timid, pleasing personality from her mother, her years have given her the gift of a backbone. She inherited a snarky deadpan and a quick temper from her father, with the two personalities clashing as the years went on, but have now come to a more manageable conclusion. tl;dr, She will make a good home if you're nice but if you aren't? You can expect boiling coffee to be poured right on your lap. Motivations: Her family and her home. Current Goal: Keep her temper under control and possibly get a side job to help with the financials of the home. Life Goal: "...uhhh....Let me get back to you on that..." Motto: "If there's a light at the end of the tunnel, hike up your skirt and start trudging towards it." Best Quality: If you need someone to just listen to you talk, she'll not only listen, but keep your glass full while you vent. Worst Quality: She freezes upon being threatened, making her horrible in a fight. Fears: Being Burned Alive (Or just fire in general), snakes, chloroform and rats.
Hobbies: knitting, playing piano, r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶k̶i̶t̶c̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶c̶u̶p̶b̶o̶a̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶u̶m̶p̶t̶e̶e̶n̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ Talents: She can cook a mean apple crumble Skills: Sewing, knitting, piano playing, quick simple math
Family: Mother: Margarette May Hayes Father (deceased): Robert Louis Hayes Older Sister: Penelope Marie Braxbort Brother in Law: Carl Johann Braxbort
Younger Sister: Lillian Ann Hayes Older Brother: Johnny Brian Hayes-Brown Sister In Law: Charlotte Thomas Brown / Nephew: Michael James Brown twins \Niece: Amelia Ella Brown
Best Friends: "uuuhhhhh..." Relationship Status: Married Significant Other: Mordecai Heller Other Relationships: Kinda-Sorta friends with the Milkman
Secret: She secretly really misses her father, despite how he treated her and her family. Influential Memory: Getting the scar across her eye Role Model: Her Older Sister Crush: Doesn't quite have one, but will joke that its Louis Armstrong if asked. Source of Embarrassment: The fact that she tried (and failed) to date a lot when she was younger, purely because she wanted to fit in. Source of Pride: Two things. 1. Her apple crumble ("I perfected the recipe!") and 2. The fact that she managed to get married before her (arguably more popular) older sister.
Backstory:
Elizabeth was born to Margarette and Robert Hayes in 1900, the youngest of the three (so far) children. To say that Robert was a violent man would have been an understatement, with a notable accident happening when Eliza was fourteen, with Robert slamming her head against a cabinet, resulting in her getting a deep scar down her right eye. Her formative years were spent desperately trying to date around to no avail, partly due to her attitude and partly due to her scarring leaving her temporarily blind in her right eye.
After her father was killed in a bar riot back in 1918, she met the then 19 year old Mordecai through her older brother at his funeral, with the two kind of being pressured by the people they knew into a convince marriage in 1920. While the two didn't exactly love each other like Eliza hoped she would love her future husband, the two definitely didn't hate each other, and actually enjoyed each other's prescience, which was partly what lead to her family pressuring her to pursue him. Exactly six months after their father's passing, Lillian was born and Eliza was sent reeling at having to juggle both courting someone and helping her now widowed mother raise a little girl.
For the first few months to a year into their marriage, Mordecai kept his work life tightly closed off from Elizabeth, only telling her he just ran errands for his boss. It wasn't until he came home covered in blood one day that he finally buckled down and admitted that he killed a man for a person named Atlas. Now, Eliza's sister would have probably ran straight to the police, or even just ran away, but Eliza was not her sister, was she? She learned the art of washing blood out of clothes and making up alibis for her husband's dirty work whenever someone came snooping at her house.
Here's a Beta Design for her
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