Y'all Got Beef With Yeliza I See

Anytime someone mentions that she can't kill because they think she has some 'morality' thing going on, I just roll my eyes. Like, bold of anyone to assume that Eliza actually needs to go on some long emotional journey whenever she kills someone. OKAY sure, she doesn't necessarily always use … lethal force, especially when she is working with the Avengers, it's not her call to make. She doesn't lose sleep over the killing. But if she's working alone ?? Then you better say your prayers, and she just might make it quick.

What makes Eliza such an efficient assassin, training and abilities aside - there is part of her that enjoys the hunt sometimes smiling while her target struggles to fight her.

In and out of stasis until she was 21. Between helping train widows in the red room and her own assignments/assassinations and upgrades. Really does something to a girl.

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NAMES YELIZA GOES BY

Yeliza/Eliza

The Hybrid ( specifically during her time under the KGB )

Mayhem

April ( for certain muses and this must be discussed before )

Yelizaveta Voronstova

Changeling ( specifically norman osborn )

KILLING EVE - S1, EP 1: Nice Face

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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 ?? ❜

@untaimed liked this for a small thing

NOSE SCRUNCHES WHEN THE OTHER COMES IN; Eliza couldn't help but get the feeling that Laura was looking for her. Perhaps the events that unfolded some 45 minutes ago and the two unconscious men on the roof of the bar might have something to do with it. Still, Eliza was determined to finish her beer first.

She grips the neck of the bottle she was nursing, peeling it from the sticky surface below ❛ whats with the long face ?? ❜ smile falters some as she turns in her seat to face the other

listen . . . eliza really is a cryptid. hear me out. from afar, there is nothing special about her: your eyes do not linger, almost as if compelled to look away, to forget her. it’s only up close, and when she allows you to, that you find out there is something . . . different about her. she’s almost too beautiful --------- the way she carries herself is effortless, like her body doesn’t react to things the way bodies should. it’s the blink and you miss it kinda thing, a weird reflection in ice blue eyes, a smile with too many teeth, fangs sharp and ready. your body knows she is danger before your mind does.

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

Håltimme (Short) | Jan Halldoff | 1964

(Bo Halldoff), Karin Stenbäck