Always the first one to pick up the snake found slithering in the tall grass, or to defend the other little girls in the neighborhood from the boys who thought they could show their affections by pulling a pigtail or pushing one of them down, Elizabeth has always been brave. The things that scare her, however, scare her a lot.
From the last slice of pizza to her stash of marijuana, if she has something that you need, or even want a whole lot, she'll share as much of it as she can, if not give it all to you. If you need to borrow money, and she can spare it, she'll do that too. She'll lend you her favourite book or movie, and give up the best spot on the couch on movie night. That's just who she is.
Even before she started smoking weed -- something notorious for causing paranoia -- Betty has always had a sort of 'look over her shoulder' way about her. She's the type to be looking around a store, accidentally make eye contact with one of the security cameras, and immediately worry that Loss Prevention will think she's going to shoplift. If someone vagueposts on the internet, she will assume it's about her until she finds out, for sure, that it isn't.
While this isn't always the case, sometimes Betty just prefers to be at home, by herself, with a stack of Oreos and a book she's read three times already. On those days, if she gets an invite to go out, she will most likely make an excuse, not wanting to outright say 'No I don't want to be around you right now', even though that's what she's thinking.
Betty is a sweet, often sarcastic, no-nonsense kind of girl. She's warm, generous, and kind, but she's also tough. She's been known to go off like a firecracker if someone deserves it, and has a mouth on her that rivals a sailor on leave. If she curses you out for some reason, you'll likely learn a few colourful new turns of phrase that you may want to add to your own vocabulary. She's particularly fond of twatwaffle. If you are on her good side, however, she's a wonderful friend, and will defend your honour to the death. She's handy to have around in crowds, too, because she throws a mean elbow. All part of her rollerderby training.
Since she was a very little girl, Betty's had an almost entire recall of everything she sees and reads. She can tell you exactly what was on television on her eleventh birthday, the first novel she read, and a good portion of the exams she's taken in the course of her educational history. She uses this to her advantage to win bets with her friends, who swear that Bruce Willis was in a Batman movie. It also comes in handy for her job at the library, because she can reshelve an out of place book without looking at the number on the spine. She just knows where it belongs.
It should go without saying that Betty is an excellent skater. And while she prefers her roller skates, she's been known to strap a pair of ice skates on occasionally and zip in endless circles around the peremiter of the local rink. She does feel better on wheels than on blades, though.
◦ Rolling Joints
Hey. It's a total legit talent to have. It's hard to get a perfect joint, and it's a skill she's mastered over the years.
While hardly an expert, Betty enjoys taking pictures, and she doesn't think that she's half bad at it. She prefers landscapes and nature to human subjects, because people will make weird faces, insist that shot wasn't good enough, and go through her camera afterward, insisting she delete each and every photo of them because they look terrible in each one. Flowers and ducks on the lake don't do that shit.
Elizabeth Kiara Eliade was born one minute to midnight on a hot August night. The third and final child to join the Eliade family, she was greeted with tired enthusiasm and an appropriate level of doting and cooing. When she was cleaned off and examined closely, the doctor proclaimed with a tone of shock, "Oh my god!" When her parents asked, totally panicked, what was wrong, he turned to them with the baby in his arms and said, "It's a girl, and Laila, she looks just like you!" This caused her father to curse a blue streak under his breath, and her mother to look around the delivery room for something to throw at him.
Elizabeth grew up much the same as any youngest child would -- slightly spoiled, but held to higher standards than her older siblings. Her brother had always been a shit-stirrer, and her sister was the type who would get letters sent home from school, saying she showed good potential as long as she would just apply herself. Elizabeth, who had been called anything but her full name from a very young age, was different from them in one very obvious way. She loved school, and found more comfort in the written word than anyone else in her family. She had taught herself to read when she was very young, and was always advanced in school. She brought a thick novel to second grade ('Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself' by Judy Blume) to read during the mandatory silent reading period after lunch, and one of the boys sitting in her desk clump made a snide comment that she was supposed to be reading, not just looking at pictures. He wouldn't shut up until she showed him that the book had no illustrations at all, and threatened to punch him in the nose. She got sent into the hallway for disturbing the class, but her teacher told her later that she was proud of Betty for being such an avid reader.
It was this love of books that got Betty through the hardest time in her life. When she was fourteen, her parents went to a Christmas party across town, and their car was struck by a drunk driver, killing both of them before first responders could get to the scene. They were found in the wreckage of the accident holding hands. Destraught, the Eliade siblings all behaved vastly differently in the aftermath of this tragedy. Jesse, who was seventeen, went on a disctructive rampage. He smashed things, he kicked a hole in the wall, and he screamed. He screamed a lot. Lucy, who had just turned fifteen, went to any party she could and drank to forget. She experimented with drugs, she had sex with any boy who gave her a second look, and tried not to be sober if she could help it. And Betty, who had gone numb from the moment the police officer had turned up at their door, buried herself in her school work, and read mountains of books. Tucked into her aunt's tiny sewing room, she read her mother's trashy romance novels, even if they made her roll her eyes, and she read her father's medical journals, even if she didn't understand half of what was being said. With headphones on and her Discman never far from her side, she blocked out the outside world the best that she could.
Her siblings got through their self-distructive phases in time. It took Jesse being caught by a store security guard when he tried to stuff a Nintendo game down the front of his pants (they didn't even have a Nintendo anymore, he was just being rebellious), a pregnancy scare for Lucy, and their uncle threatening to send them both to reform school, but they began to straighten out. Betty was sixteen, a straight A student, and felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment when Aunt Kiara said to her siblings, "Why can't you be more like your sister?"
It wasn't that Betty wasn't angry herself. She just chose not to let her emotions get the better of her. She'd read too many books where that ended badly for the characters. When she did feel overwhelmed, and like she might explode, she would put on her Rollerblades and go out for hours, skating until her anger gave way to exhaustion. She would come home with bruises and skinned palms from tumbles she took, but in much better spirits than she had been when she left the house hours earlier. It was this that got her into roller derby; she was in the park, and zoomed past another girl on skates, calling out a quick, "On your left!" as she went to pass her. The other girl, recognizing someone else who could stay on her feet on a pair of skates, called after to get her to come back and talk to her. And that was how she wound out at the tryouts for the local junior adult derby team. And after some careful deliberation, she was offered the roll of blocker. If, they conditioned, she was comfortable with throwing a shoulder check. Growing up with an older brother who would torment her constantly, she immediately grinned widely and said that she could handle that.
Betty went to university; the only one in her family to so, and she got a full ride, too. Once again, her siblings were subjected to the "Why can't you be more like your sister?" lectures again, even though at that point they had both moved out from their aunt and uncle's place, and were living on their own. This caused both Jesse and Lucy to look at their sister with no small amount of distain. Used to their cutting eyes and snide remarks, Betty ignored them and focussed on her studies. She didn't know what she wanted to do with her life yet, but she knew she wanted to work with books. She decided to study Literature at NYU, and began volunteering in the children's section of the library her second year. She loved this so much that she decided on a double major; she wound up getting her BA in English Literature, and her MS in Library Science.
Upon graduating, she moved to Sleepy Hollow, New York, and got herself a job as a Library Technician at Warner Library. She still does Roller Derby, and she still perfers nights in with a stack of cookies and a thick book.
□ She's been out as a lesbian before she knew what a lesbian was. Her grandmother asked her, when she was eight years old, if she had any boyfriends. She replied, "No, I have a girlfriend. We're getting married." And that was that.
□ Hates chicken served on the bone. It makes her sick to even think about it.
□ Hot cereal, candy corn, and celery are forms of punishment in her opinion.
□ Is absolutely one of those 'that's not how it was in the book' people when a movie adaptation of a novel she's read comes out.
□ She started smoking weed when she was in Uni, and is more than happy to share her stash with her friends. As long as they contribute something, like donuts.
□ Has a list of pet peeves longer than her arm. At the top of the list are people who sit with their mouths hanging open, 'wet' sounds, and adults who use childish words unironically, when they have no children.
□ If you ask her for a book recommendation, she will not shut up for an hour.
□ She can't sleep if her dog, Stinkers, isn't in bed with her.
□ Once a year or so, she gathers up her favorite YA novels from childhood and reads them over a weekend. At one point, she had the complete Baby Sitters Club series on her phone.
□ She likes to describe herself as perpetually tired and kind of hungry.
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