Being dragged around wasn't at all surprising or unexpected when dealing with Marge.  Elizabeth couldn't count the number of times she'd been pulled this way or that by her easily excitable friend, and this time was no different as they made a beeline for the mansion in the distance.  What did surprise her however was the fact that she was able to easily keep up with Margaret's rapid pace.  Spending most of her time sitting behind a computer screen while she worked on digital drawings, or when she was reading one of her books, Elizabeth didn't get up and move around a lot, having always been a stationary kind of person.  As such, while she wasn't unused to physical activity, she didn't have the endurance or stamina to do any strenuous activity for prolonged periods of time, at least when compared to Margaret and Jessica anyway.  She knew Jessica was into sports to an extent, preferring volleyball and soccer during the spring and summer months, so out of the three of them, she was the fittest of them all with Margaret at a comfortable second, which left Elizabeth to bring up the rear.  Yet here, in this digitally created space, Elizabeth was taken aback by how easily she found it to keep pace with her normally quick friend.  Granted, she got bouts of unexpected exercise anytime one of Margaret's crazy ideas didn't go quite as planned, but that didn't amount to much in the grand scheme of things, and certainly wouldn't have been enough to allow her the ease of which she kept up now as they ran uphill to the mansion.<br/><br/>She pushed it from her mind quick enough though, her gray greenish eyes taking in the interior of the building before settling on the old man and his great, gray beard.  The 'mansion' looked more like a grand old chapel of some sort, with the old kindly priest ready to assist them in their endeavor of creating their characters together.  As for the mark on her hand, Elizabeth looked down and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the tattoo that had appeared on her pale skin.  She didn't complain though, especially since it proved rather useful to be able to keep all of their menus and assorted functions out of the way as much as possible when they weren't in use.  It sort of reminded her of the fantasy equivalent of an omni-tool from Mass Effect honestly, present when you needed it but otherwise hidden and out of the way when you didn't.  And the only reason she knew about the series in question was simple, both Jessica and Margaret hadn't been happy about the way the trilogy had ended and had made sure she had known their shared displeasure.  It had been at times annoying to hear them complain about it, but it was just how they were, and again Elizabeth wouldn't have had them any other way.<br/><br/>Pushing that rather amusing set of memories aside, Elizabeth only rolled her eyes and smirked quietly to herself.  Upon being told to look into the mirrors to begin the 'process of rebirth' though, Elizabeth turned to the old priest and offered him a quick nod of thanks before turning to Margaret just as she started to drag her away again.  It wasn't a long trip this time at least, and she had a point anyway since they were on the clock.  "Alright.  And I'd hazard a guess and say they have at least hourglasses where we're going, but sundials are likely the norm for most."  She was quick to point out, more to playfully annoy her friend than anything before turning to her own mirror.  Looking at herself in the mirror, Elizabeth was pointedly reminded of the fact that she was as depressingly boring to look at as her life had been before being befriended by Margaret and Jessica.  The only outstanding aspect to her appearance was her hair, and that she had colored partially just so she<em>would </em>stand out.  Letting her hair hang in a loose ponytail that tended to flop about to the left on the back of her head, parts of her bangs on the front right had been colored and dyed an almost dull pink, bordering on red color.  She was otherwise short, skinny as a stick, and had no curves or boobs to speak of in the slightest.  Her ass was flat as a pancake, and her skin, while soft and smooth, was pale from her many hours of sitting inside all the time.  She was pretty, but you had to look for her physically redeeming qualities, or so Elizabeth believed anyway.<br/><br/>So in this at least, she had no problem whatsoever in changing her entire appearance to something far more physically pleasing and exotic to the eye, even if she was also inviting potential trouble onto her own head for what she was about to choose as her race since what she was planning to make wasn't well liked by most people.  Granted the world they were heading to could view such entities more favorably, but generally speaking, what she had in mind were given a bad rap more than most simply for being what they were.  But that wasn't about to stop Elizabeth as she started to go through the nearly limitless amount of options that were literally at her fingertips.  Obviously she went with her race first and foremost, and then proceeded to go from there.  It only took her a few minutes to finish her character's physical appearance, and while getting her skills, feats, and other abilities and what have you took a fair bit longer, by the time she was finished, with a little help from Margaret.....okay a lot of help from her, Elizabeth had grown to appreciate the name for the chapel because it truly did feel like she was giving herself a new life altogether.  It was....almost liberating in a way as she nodded her approval at her altered reflection, before finalizing her decision with a quick swipe of her hand.  She did shoot Margaret a frown however when she rudely called the priest an 'old man', but didn't comment on it.  Instead she addressed the priest directly before he could get too caught up in helping the new arrival.  "Thank you for your assistance, truly."  He might have been an NPC, but it was just how Elizabeth was.  He was lifelike enough that to her mind, he deserved the same kind of respect as anyone else.  Still, regardless of her friend's thoughts on the matter, she'd give Margaret another quick nod before stepping through the mirror together as they'd been instructed.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/99/b6/71/99b6716c9c6ad3be3ea05b6e160c7a26.jpg)</div>And then the moment of truth, and she found herself in Mark of the Hero Online's world at last as they stepped through the mercury like surface of the mirror together, her hand tightly wrapped around Margaret's own.  It was breathtaking, and for a moment she forgot all about her friend, who was no longer at her side, as Elizabeth tried to look everywhere at once.  She couldn't believe it, she was actually here!  Not one for great outbursts of emotions, Elizabeth found it perfectly acceptable as she pumped a fist into the air with a cry of glee.  This was better than any book she had ever read, let alone any movie or game she had seen to date!  It wasn't until 'Katrianna Firehair' stepped up and told her she was Marge that Elizabeth remembered that she also looked quite different from how she'd been before.  It was also about that time that someone stepped on her tail.  A pained, surprised yelp escaped Elizabeth as her right hand fell to her brown leather belt, only to freeze when she felt an unfamiilar weight of an old fashion gun nestled against her left hip, securely held in place in its matching leather holster.  Her right hip bore a plain, unadorned longsword, also sheathed and hanging from her belt, but she hardly noticed it in that particular moment.  "Okay....that was different."  She mused aloud as she pushed her gun back into its holster, before remembering her tail as a few lingering waves of pain shot up into her spine and radiated outward from there.  Instead of focusing on it further though, she spun on her heel and glared daggers at the jerk that had stepped on her new appendage in the first place.  "Would you kindly watch where you're going?"  She asked, her teeth clenched more out of anger than any lingering pain she was feeling.<br/><br/>"Keep it tucked if you don't want it stepped on then, lass."  The bearded dwarf, short and stout with a large musculature to go with his gruff veneer, grumbled out as he muttered 'newbies' under his breath before he disappeared into the crowd.  Elizabeth sighed but let the matter drop, but not before making a note to wrap her now almost serpentlike tail around her right upper thigh, which was covered in similarly shaded brown animal hide pants.<br/><br/>"That's going to take some getting used to."  Of course, that was hardly the only thing that was odd about her now as Elizabeth experimentally ran her hands up along her sides, feeling every perfectly sculpted curve and her modestly sized breasts as she went over her similarly changed clothing.  Horns on her own head that jutted outward to either side, a tail that was practically whip like in appearance and almost as sensitive as another limb, and skin that was far less pale and more sunkissed and quite alluringly soft and smooth in its own right.  She was also noticeably taller she noted, and her hair was a dark brown with honey blonde highlights that fell across her shoulders in bouncy, healthy waves.  Her eyes she saw upon looking into the glass of a nearby storefront, were no longer gray green, but a deep obsidian that had no iris or any coloration at all.  "This is both incredibly awesome and downright bizarre Ma- err I mean Katrianna."  Elizabeth said before remembering the question she'd been asked, "but I think I'd rather take things slow for now.  I've never been a fan of PvP anyway, so a nice easy quest to get acquainted with what this world is like sounds good to me."  Mainly because she'd never been any good at PvP, but that wasn't worth bringing up now.  But that did bring to mind the need for a name, which she had come up with but had nearly forgotten about until remembering Marge's character name and the need to refer to her by it.  "And I guess you can call me Veronica Hope if we're going by our character names."