hello everyone !! it's been so nice to be welcomed back so. warmly. While I work on updating Eliza's blog here are just some key points for now:
Created in Soviet labs underground Russia during the 1980s as part of a KGB experiment.
Infused with a symbiote organism, she is a symbiote-hybrid.
Originally trained and used as a spy and assassin for the Soviet Union.
Accidentally triggered a symbiote apocalypse during her teenage years, leading to the collapse of her original world.
During the apocalypse, she fell in love with her worlds Bucky Barnes, and the two had a daughter together.
Bucky and their daughter eventually died during a raid.
Over 90 years of survival, she engineered a dimension-hopping device to escape her ruined reality.
Shapeshifting thanks to her symbiote Eliza can alter appearance, form weapons, mimic others.
Bulletproof and stab-proof — her symbiote forms a protective armour layer.
Skilled marksmanship - prefers to use guns over her symbiote
Possesses enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance.
Can regenerate from injuries at an accelerated rate.
Does not age like a normal human, giving her near-immortality.
Uses her gadget to travel between universes, hunting down symbiote experiments the government has hidden.
Her goal is to eliminate threats before another apocalypse can begin in another reality.
Often works alone, operating in the shadows, sometimes collaborating when a mission demands it.
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THE AIR IS THICK FROM THE HEAT AND FUEL; Eliza moved through the crowded market with purpose, boots barely making a sound on the dust covered street. Her target was close — she could feel the shift in the air.
Then came the unmistakable sound of a familiar voice, loud and irritating, cutting through the noise of the market. Eliza turned, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Quill. Perhaps losing a haggle with a vendor or bothering some poor soul with his star. lord stories the thought caused her to lose sight of her target. Lips pressed into a thin line as she pocketed her weapon once more. Features harden. Exhaling sharply, annoyance creeping into her tone. ❛ Quill. What the hell are you doing here ?? ❜
「 RP MEME : SPARRING / TRAINING . 」 * change pronouns as needed .
‘ let’s go again. ’
‘ i’m not done yet. ’
‘ you’re focusing too much with your left/right foot. ’
‘ here, try it again. ’
‘ steady your breathing. ’
‘ you’re getting better. ’
‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’
‘ show me what you’ve got. ’
‘ too slow. ’
‘ you’re moving too fast! ’
‘ watch me first. ’
‘ no, hold the gun/staff like this. ’
‘ straighten your posture. ’
‘ am i too stiff? ’
‘ i’m don’t think i’m getting this. ’
‘ it’s six am. it’s time to train. ’
‘ i don’t need your help. ’
‘ i can train by myself, thanks. ’
‘ i’m just trying to help you. ’
‘ that’s right. let it all out. ’
‘ you’re letting your emotions control you. ’
‘ clear your mind. ’
‘ we’re done for today. ’
‘ good job out there. ’
‘ i think you’re already better than me. ’
‘ no offense. you’re good, but you’ll never be better than me. ’
‘ stretch first, then we’ll get started. ’
‘ wait for my word, then throw the first punch. ’
‘ teach me that move. ’
‘ i want to learn from you. ’
‘ focus! ’
private , indie, selective Y E L I Z A V E T A ‘A P R I L’ O S B O R N , MAYHEM 「 the reason i tell that story is that history mustn’t forget that i’m the bad guy 」 of marvel comics earth 982 && 616. heavily headcanon based with mcu influences. webbed by Y A M , mid-20s , she/ they. A STUDY ON: loss of innocent , ptsd & the darkness within
NSFW & TRIGGERING content will be present . D N I if you’re a MINOR & PERSONAL BLOGS. 「 i spent most of my life in a test tube don’t talk to me about what’s not fair 」 following spider-girl the end 2011, spider-girl 2009 and the edge of spider verse 2018 with HEAVY INFLUENCES from the amazing spider-girl series.
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Yeliza doesn't wear lip gloss and only wears lipstick on some occasions, but uses strawberry flavored lip balm daily
hands hands hands hands 🫶
Maybe we’ve both gone mad.
1899 | The Pyramid (1.06)
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭
❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞
❝ how long have i been awake? ❞
❝ i’m not even tired anymore. that’s the scary part. ❞
❝ sorry, what were you saying? i spaced out. ❞
❝ do my eyes look as bad as they feel? ❞
❝ i swear i just blinked. was that a nap? ❞
❝ i think my thoughts are melting. ❞
❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞
❝ i can’t tell if i’m hallucinating or dreaming with my eyes open. ❞
❝ i should sleep. but if i stop, i’m afraid i won’t start again. ❞
❝ don’t let me fall asleep here. seriously. ❞
❝ i’m running on fumes and bad decisions. ❞
❝ every time i close my eyes, it feels like i’m falling. ❞
❝ i forgot what rested feels like. ❞
❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞
❝ i’m too tired to be mad… so congrats, i guess. ❞
❝ i can’t think straight. not with this fog in my head. ❞
❝ my body’s here, but the rest of me checked out hours ago. ❞
❝ sleep is a luxury i can’t afford right now. ❞
❝ i think i’m dreaming. wait... am i dreaming? ❞
❝ my nightmares are waiting for me. i’d rather stay awake. ❞
❝ i need to rest, but resting feels like surrender. ❞
❝ there’s no peace when i close my eyes. ❞
❝ i’m scared to sleep. i’m scared of what’s waiting in the dark. ❞
❝ i can’t stop. if i do, everything falls apart. ❞
❝ don’t ask if i’m okay—just lie with me for a little while. ❞
❝ i didn’t mean to snap. i’m just... so tired. ❞
❝ sleep doesn’t help anymore. it just delays the crash. ❞
❝ the world feels louder when you haven’t slept. ❞
❝ i’m unraveling, thread by thread. ❞
❝ every second awake feels like it’s clawing at my brain. ❞
❝ i’m afraid if i close my eyes, you’ll be gone when i wake up. ❞
❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞
❝ this isn’t living, this is drifting. ❞
❝ sometimes being awake hurts less than the dreams. ❞
❝ i don’t know if i’m tired or if i’m just... done. ❞
❝ my thoughts keep looping like a broken record. ❞
❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞
❝ i can’t sleep. not when you’re still hurting. ❞
❝ i keep waiting for morning, but it never comes. ❞
❝ my body aches like grief. ❞
❝ i’m holding on. barely. ❞
❝ i’m so tired, i forgot why i started this. ❞
𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙴: 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊 ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ɴᴇᴛꜰʟɪx ꜱʜᴏᴡ ꜱ1 x ᴇ4: ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟꜱ