Name:
Eliza Marie Lee
Gender:
Female
Age:
27
Appearance:
Eliza was born with fiery red hair as vibrant as it could seemingly naturally be, for what it was worth, with a personality in her youth that seemed just as vibrant. Her fair-skinned body, however, has never been much for the sun when the burning light of the sun comes into play. Even so, her piercing green eyes are something of note when looking at her generally soft and narrow-shaped face, standing out like ‘emeralds’ according to her mother many years ago. Yet while her body bears a natural hourglass-type shape and full chest, something that would seem to be an enviable thing to others, she never paid as much mind to it outside of having to find the right bras to wear. One can tell, however, that from her arms and legs that she had done a fair amount to build up muscle from exercise and other physical activities. Not the sort of muscle one might see on a bodybuilder, where size seems to be most obvious to the common person’s eyes, but the well-rounded sort of muscle that would be found on a very physically active person. This is especially notable with regards to her arms in particular, on the left upper arm of which she bears a somewhat long but not too wide scar of sorts gained during the process of practicing blacksmithing over the years.
Personality:
A diligent hard-worker who learned to apply herself to things the 'practical way' (as she'd say it) from a young age, being especially driven when it comes to her own personal goals in life. A person who feels the very much regular human drive to and is able to generally seek to socialize with others and 'be included' or 'belong' to enough of an extent, and in part wishes to help others, and yet has stood apart from the 'average person' in her own nation and day and age in a number of ways that left her feeling distant otherwise. Someone who enjoys the process of learning new things that can benefit her own personal development, and yet at the same time whose sense of self-preservation can be....quite strong under the right circumstances. She is most often an 'action oriented' type person who won't hesitate to do something herself with her own two hands, under certain circumstances even preferring to do things herself, and yet who is likewise a sociable and relaxed type in other ways who isn't afraid to crack a smile even while hard at work or make a joke here and there. She does enjoy socializing with others to a good enough extent indeed, though she doesn't fully consider it a 'nessecity' all of the time due to being to some extent a proper introvert.
Nationality:
United States
Education:
Doctor of Phamacy (PharmD)
Former Occupation:
Pharmacologist
Skills:
What You Were Doing Last Before Falling Asleep:
Was hanging out with her best friend Mei at the latter’s place, had a couple of beers, cooked some food, talked about the week and Mei's boyfriend and rambled about Damascus steel, binged some new show on Netflix, and then crashed on the couches and fell asleep promptly thereafter.
Where Did You Wake Up At:
Roughly near the red dot, the one with an arrow drawn toward it, on this linked map of Jomon-period settlements in ancient Japan: https://i.imgur.com/oV9e2aO.jpeg
Background:
Eliza is someone who from a young age was seemingly blessed with a sound and conventionally beautiful form for the modern age, down in the depths of the good ol’ USA, with her father even nicknaming her ‘my little star’ simply for the way her little eyes seemed to twinkle when she was happy. Her mother, a feisty sort who had worked as a female firefighter prior to marrying and ‘learning that my own mother had the best, and hardest, job in the whole world’ in the woman’s own words, would take the last and youngest of her three children and would still try to ‘whip her into shape’ in the metaphorical sense all the same. With two older brothers, it seemed that Eliza would be fated to be the sole daughter of the family, though in practice she often hung out with her brothers and even some of their friends and learned to go hunting in the woods from her father after much (aka: she barely had to ask to get him on board) effort to convince him to do so. Yet as much as the young girl enjoyed working with her hands on something or another, whether it was food alongside her mother or goofing off in the nearby woods to their local subdivision with her brothers, something also became quite notable to those about her. It became more and more apparent that she bore something of an…incredibly good memory, one that would easily qualify as ‘photographic’ by its very nature. Indeed her ability to recall information and things she had seen and experienced in rather excruciating detail were something that made her stand out even more so in her youth, even in class, and which led her teachers to begin to excitedly push her proud parents to ‘get this potential genius on a good path’!
…But what began as trying to make her parents and teachers proud would begin to become something of a burden to the girl. She went bit by bit from being ‘Eliza’ to ‘the prodigy kid we compared to Nikola Tesla’, and things began to go from being ‘fun to learn and exciting’ to more and more so ‘is this what I want’ and ‘what do I do if I fail everyone’s expectations of me’ alike. By the time she got to college at the age of thirteen, she felt she was falling behind even having a social life and began to dig in her heels as new surging teenage hormones and the rapidly mounting stress in her life from a more rapid education path began to grind back against her. She needed more. She needed an outlet. Something. Something to do with her hands that let her take the crap inside of her head and let it out. Thus it was in this time period that, late one night browsing the internet, she found a video on…blacksmithing? It seemed like just hammering metal to her mother, but it felt like something she was curious about at the very least enough so to ask her parents about it after a few weeks of watching videos and such about it sometime before she turned fourteen years old.
Her parents at first would raise an eyebrow at her wishing to see it in action, but hoping she might find some kind of way to better help her work out ‘that youthful energy’ they all the same took her to see the nearest blacksmith they could try to find. From there, the story wrote itself. The feeling of a hammer in her hands, heating the metal just right, learning how to get a feel for the forge, it spoke to something inside of her that she hadn’t realized yet. She had found, of all things, a hobby just for herself that she had an actual passion for for once in her life. She didn’t compare to the youngest of geniuses in the world, though her parents would work to get her on some kind of medical track in college, and yet her hobby was something she could pour more energy into outside of other physical activities like exercise and swimming or even running for her local high school track team as she’d do after some negotiations. Even so, her physician (a kindly sort who cared for her) would see a new and worrying rise in stress despite this new hobby and would eventually push for her to get therapy as she was sent on a collision course right into medical school. In turn, the subsequent therapist would second just how badly she was beginning to do under the mountain of things placed upon her, such that it brought her own proud but beforehand somewhat blinded parents to a grinding halt of sorts by the reality.
They still wanted her to take a medical track, but at the same time they wanted her alive all the same. Some of the pressure laid upon her backed off, she chose a route of pharmacology rather than surgery, and in turn her therapist likewise sought to help her learn to manage such pressures in the future due to how common mental health struggles had become in the modern medical workplace. And so, much like a cracking and worn piece of metal, Eliza and her family worked to help reforge her stronger and better moving forward. Not something that would come overnight, no, but something that would have to come more long term. One day, one thing, one hurdle at a time.
By the time she turned 27 years old, Eliza was now both a realized and working pharmacologist and was likewise one of the youngest to have become one and begun practicing as one. To her parents it was the financial stability they had wished for her to have. To her, it was a compromise that she still held enough interest in to pursue as a career. Still, her hobbies remained things that both helped her vent and helped her likewise express herself. She stood apart from the ‘average joe’ in ways that kept her distant from many, and yet she still worked hard to get to know others where she was and would ultimately try to connect with them as best as she could. She picked up how to 'be' sociable, yet another skill to add to her belt, in the general sense. It was also in this vein that nothing would seem tostop her eventually finding and connecting with her future best friend about four years ago, however, in the form of a Chinese-American girl named Mei who by this point in time runs a successful asian-mexican fusion food truck in the same city Eliza was working in (set up often near where Eliza worked when they first met, eventually the two ran into each other and hit it off as friends from there).
Goals/Plans:
-Help the locals keep a good settlement running at first if she can (Note: At least until the Yayoi people migrate to Japan and change things up, she doesn’t know they will be arriving eventually though.)
-Roll with the changes in the long-haul (Note: She’ll try to integrate with the Yayoi people when they migrate over to Japan and drive some of the Jomon people out while intermarrying with others, basically being there for the formation of the base of what became “Japanese” culture originally.)
-Try to help shape the future for the better (Note: One person can’t totally change the fate of everything so mightily, at least not without taking up a strong leadership or other role perhaps over a long enough period of time/involvement with the powers that be, but she will certainly try to shape ideas like blacksmithing and medicine and maybe introduce ideas like ‘treating others like you want to be treated’ and such where she can, maybe try to introduce an idea or two in cooking from back home from American cooking and/or learn the local flavors to boot, and will very readily pitch in a hand and learn from the locals and work alongside them if need be to get in with the locals or build good relations with them without looking down on such. As her father once said: “You gotta’ work if you wanna’ eat, and sometimes eating with people you worked with can help you get to know them better!”)
-See if she runs across any other “Authors” (Note: Not the term she’d know to use, that’s just the OOC bit, but she’d be curious if any other ‘immortals’ exist like her in the world. If so, can she find them….or are they even out there in the first place? If so, would they be amicable to talk with her? Etc? She hasn’t a clue.)
-Learn cool new skills and such to pass the time (Note: Bowmaking? Hunting in primitive times and onwards? Creating muskets/rifles when the concepts eventually make it to Japan in over two thousand more years plus? Collecting a collection of more time-lasting jewelry and well-cared-for items for the long-term where she can viably do so? Oh yes, yes, and yes! Being immortal has changed her from being a normal human, or at least put more distance between her and them in a sense, but even so while she lives alongside them she wants to keep a history of things atop her own recollection of them personally. Gotta have things to do, ways to stay sane when you outlive everyone and everything you came to understand, etc, in the long term…something she will be coming to the conclusion of eventually, and this is the sort of direction she’ll end up going with it in a sense.
Who knows, maybe she’ll see enough things go the same way that she finds herself in the equivalent of 2026 USA of this new timeline for giggles and sees what that other her’s life is like. She has no idea what the long-term will bring.)
Why You Picked Your Location:
I decided on instead I simply threw her somewhere in the far east to see what happens! I thought it was an interesting if not slightly random choice.
Character Motivations:
Playing Yourself or Custom Char:
Custom Character
Eliza Marie Lee
Gender:
Female
Age:
27
Appearance:
Eliza was born with fiery red hair as vibrant as it could seemingly naturally be, for what it was worth, with a personality in her youth that seemed just as vibrant. Her fair-skinned body, however, has never been much for the sun when the burning light of the sun comes into play. Even so, her piercing green eyes are something of note when looking at her generally soft and narrow-shaped face, standing out like ‘emeralds’ according to her mother many years ago. Yet while her body bears a natural hourglass-type shape and full chest, something that would seem to be an enviable thing to others, she never paid as much mind to it outside of having to find the right bras to wear. One can tell, however, that from her arms and legs that she had done a fair amount to build up muscle from exercise and other physical activities. Not the sort of muscle one might see on a bodybuilder, where size seems to be most obvious to the common person’s eyes, but the well-rounded sort of muscle that would be found on a very physically active person. This is especially notable with regards to her arms in particular, on the left upper arm of which she bears a somewhat long but not too wide scar of sorts gained during the process of practicing blacksmithing over the years.
Personality:
A diligent hard-worker who learned to apply herself to things the 'practical way' (as she'd say it) from a young age, being especially driven when it comes to her own personal goals in life. A person who feels the very much regular human drive to and is able to generally seek to socialize with others and 'be included' or 'belong' to enough of an extent, and in part wishes to help others, and yet has stood apart from the 'average person' in her own nation and day and age in a number of ways that left her feeling distant otherwise. Someone who enjoys the process of learning new things that can benefit her own personal development, and yet at the same time whose sense of self-preservation can be....quite strong under the right circumstances. She is most often an 'action oriented' type person who won't hesitate to do something herself with her own two hands, under certain circumstances even preferring to do things herself, and yet who is likewise a sociable and relaxed type in other ways who isn't afraid to crack a smile even while hard at work or make a joke here and there. She does enjoy socializing with others to a good enough extent indeed, though she doesn't fully consider it a 'nessecity' all of the time due to being to some extent a proper introvert.
Nationality:
United States
Education:
Doctor of Phamacy (PharmD)
Former Occupation:
Pharmacologist
Skills:
- Pharmacology - While things such as problem solving and critical thinking and socializing and organizing one’s self and such things are components of her (now former) job, she basically researches, develops, and tests new drugs for potential use in the most basic sense. Finding out side effects and such, etc, also falls within this realm of skill for her.
- Blacksmithing - Is a skilled blacksmith not through talent, but frankly through her passion and work put into it. Has dug a good bit into the history of it and such as well, looked at stuff like how they made Wootz steel in India or such and sought to recreate it along the way, and other tidbits like that which she’s gleaned or picked up or curiously sought out over the years by chance while practicing this intensively as a hobby.
- Hunting/Woodland Knowledge - Albeit with modern guns or a compound bow, but she hunted with her father a good few times over the years when she was younger. Last went hunting with him about a year ago as of most recently. He’s also rather often tried to in the process point out how to be safe in the woods, things to avoid, etc, that come part and parcel with it. Not that this latter knowledge helps in any particular way when you are teleported to 2700 BC Japan and were living in the United States of America in 2026 beforehand. Good news is, she can gut a deer properly and wields a knife rather well at least!
- Cooking - She can cook in general, learning from both her mother (who tried to teach her something), and from Mei’ who taught her a few things to cook while they hung out with each other sometimes and shared a bit of knowledge with each other over the years.
- Modern Education (21st Century) - Has recieved an accelerated but full modern education in the public school system of her home nation/state, giving her some breadth of knowledge with school subjects such as English, Math, History (mostly US history), and Science (chemistry and biology) along the way. This includes classes she took in college, including both ones tied to her primary degree and additional basic-level elective credit classes including: Public Speaking, Sociology, Music Appreciation, and learning to speak Spanish.
What You Were Doing Last Before Falling Asleep:
Was hanging out with her best friend Mei at the latter’s place, had a couple of beers, cooked some food, talked about the week and Mei's boyfriend and rambled about Damascus steel, binged some new show on Netflix, and then crashed on the couches and fell asleep promptly thereafter.
Where Did You Wake Up At:
Roughly near the red dot, the one with an arrow drawn toward it, on this linked map of Jomon-period settlements in ancient Japan: https://i.imgur.com/oV9e2aO.jpeg
Background:
Eliza is someone who from a young age was seemingly blessed with a sound and conventionally beautiful form for the modern age, down in the depths of the good ol’ USA, with her father even nicknaming her ‘my little star’ simply for the way her little eyes seemed to twinkle when she was happy. Her mother, a feisty sort who had worked as a female firefighter prior to marrying and ‘learning that my own mother had the best, and hardest, job in the whole world’ in the woman’s own words, would take the last and youngest of her three children and would still try to ‘whip her into shape’ in the metaphorical sense all the same. With two older brothers, it seemed that Eliza would be fated to be the sole daughter of the family, though in practice she often hung out with her brothers and even some of their friends and learned to go hunting in the woods from her father after much (aka: she barely had to ask to get him on board) effort to convince him to do so. Yet as much as the young girl enjoyed working with her hands on something or another, whether it was food alongside her mother or goofing off in the nearby woods to their local subdivision with her brothers, something also became quite notable to those about her. It became more and more apparent that she bore something of an…incredibly good memory, one that would easily qualify as ‘photographic’ by its very nature. Indeed her ability to recall information and things she had seen and experienced in rather excruciating detail were something that made her stand out even more so in her youth, even in class, and which led her teachers to begin to excitedly push her proud parents to ‘get this potential genius on a good path’!
…But what began as trying to make her parents and teachers proud would begin to become something of a burden to the girl. She went bit by bit from being ‘Eliza’ to ‘the prodigy kid we compared to Nikola Tesla’, and things began to go from being ‘fun to learn and exciting’ to more and more so ‘is this what I want’ and ‘what do I do if I fail everyone’s expectations of me’ alike. By the time she got to college at the age of thirteen, she felt she was falling behind even having a social life and began to dig in her heels as new surging teenage hormones and the rapidly mounting stress in her life from a more rapid education path began to grind back against her. She needed more. She needed an outlet. Something. Something to do with her hands that let her take the crap inside of her head and let it out. Thus it was in this time period that, late one night browsing the internet, she found a video on…blacksmithing? It seemed like just hammering metal to her mother, but it felt like something she was curious about at the very least enough so to ask her parents about it after a few weeks of watching videos and such about it sometime before she turned fourteen years old.
Her parents at first would raise an eyebrow at her wishing to see it in action, but hoping she might find some kind of way to better help her work out ‘that youthful energy’ they all the same took her to see the nearest blacksmith they could try to find. From there, the story wrote itself. The feeling of a hammer in her hands, heating the metal just right, learning how to get a feel for the forge, it spoke to something inside of her that she hadn’t realized yet. She had found, of all things, a hobby just for herself that she had an actual passion for for once in her life. She didn’t compare to the youngest of geniuses in the world, though her parents would work to get her on some kind of medical track in college, and yet her hobby was something she could pour more energy into outside of other physical activities like exercise and swimming or even running for her local high school track team as she’d do after some negotiations. Even so, her physician (a kindly sort who cared for her) would see a new and worrying rise in stress despite this new hobby and would eventually push for her to get therapy as she was sent on a collision course right into medical school. In turn, the subsequent therapist would second just how badly she was beginning to do under the mountain of things placed upon her, such that it brought her own proud but beforehand somewhat blinded parents to a grinding halt of sorts by the reality.
They still wanted her to take a medical track, but at the same time they wanted her alive all the same. Some of the pressure laid upon her backed off, she chose a route of pharmacology rather than surgery, and in turn her therapist likewise sought to help her learn to manage such pressures in the future due to how common mental health struggles had become in the modern medical workplace. And so, much like a cracking and worn piece of metal, Eliza and her family worked to help reforge her stronger and better moving forward. Not something that would come overnight, no, but something that would have to come more long term. One day, one thing, one hurdle at a time.
By the time she turned 27 years old, Eliza was now both a realized and working pharmacologist and was likewise one of the youngest to have become one and begun practicing as one. To her parents it was the financial stability they had wished for her to have. To her, it was a compromise that she still held enough interest in to pursue as a career. Still, her hobbies remained things that both helped her vent and helped her likewise express herself. She stood apart from the ‘average joe’ in ways that kept her distant from many, and yet she still worked hard to get to know others where she was and would ultimately try to connect with them as best as she could. She picked up how to 'be' sociable, yet another skill to add to her belt, in the general sense. It was also in this vein that nothing would seem tostop her eventually finding and connecting with her future best friend about four years ago, however, in the form of a Chinese-American girl named Mei who by this point in time runs a successful asian-mexican fusion food truck in the same city Eliza was working in (set up often near where Eliza worked when they first met, eventually the two ran into each other and hit it off as friends from there).
Goals/Plans:
-Help the locals keep a good settlement running at first if she can (Note: At least until the Yayoi people migrate to Japan and change things up, she doesn’t know they will be arriving eventually though.)
-Roll with the changes in the long-haul (Note: She’ll try to integrate with the Yayoi people when they migrate over to Japan and drive some of the Jomon people out while intermarrying with others, basically being there for the formation of the base of what became “Japanese” culture originally.)
-Try to help shape the future for the better (Note: One person can’t totally change the fate of everything so mightily, at least not without taking up a strong leadership or other role perhaps over a long enough period of time/involvement with the powers that be, but she will certainly try to shape ideas like blacksmithing and medicine and maybe introduce ideas like ‘treating others like you want to be treated’ and such where she can, maybe try to introduce an idea or two in cooking from back home from American cooking and/or learn the local flavors to boot, and will very readily pitch in a hand and learn from the locals and work alongside them if need be to get in with the locals or build good relations with them without looking down on such. As her father once said: “You gotta’ work if you wanna’ eat, and sometimes eating with people you worked with can help you get to know them better!”)
-See if she runs across any other “Authors” (Note: Not the term she’d know to use, that’s just the OOC bit, but she’d be curious if any other ‘immortals’ exist like her in the world. If so, can she find them….or are they even out there in the first place? If so, would they be amicable to talk with her? Etc? She hasn’t a clue.)
-Learn cool new skills and such to pass the time (Note: Bowmaking? Hunting in primitive times and onwards? Creating muskets/rifles when the concepts eventually make it to Japan in over two thousand more years plus? Collecting a collection of more time-lasting jewelry and well-cared-for items for the long-term where she can viably do so? Oh yes, yes, and yes! Being immortal has changed her from being a normal human, or at least put more distance between her and them in a sense, but even so while she lives alongside them she wants to keep a history of things atop her own recollection of them personally. Gotta have things to do, ways to stay sane when you outlive everyone and everything you came to understand, etc, in the long term…something she will be coming to the conclusion of eventually, and this is the sort of direction she’ll end up going with it in a sense.
Who knows, maybe she’ll see enough things go the same way that she finds herself in the equivalent of 2026 USA of this new timeline for giggles and sees what that other her’s life is like. She has no idea what the long-term will bring.)
Why You Picked Your Location:
I decided on instead I simply threw her somewhere in the far east to see what happens! I thought it was an interesting if not slightly random choice.
Character Motivations:
- Learning Interesting New Skills To Improve Herself Further (aka: Personal Improvement/Growth)
- Staying Alive/Surviving
- Finding Purpose
- Genuinely Making Things Better For Others
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