estelle
appears 5; is 10
female
Her eye color is a soft, moonlit blue/white, a color that appears to have a pearl-like sheen to it from any angle.
67 cm tall, 40 kg in weight, and longer than average for her size, Estelle's coat is a soft silver, hints of a light russet throughout making for a sort of "salt-n-pepper" appearance. Her paws are a pure white, as is the tip of her tail, and she has this same pure white around her eyes, enhancing the softness of her features somehow.
Estelle is a quiet girl, soft-spoken in nature and naturally the type one might wish to protect. She wants to be strong enough to protect somebody else, but she just can't seem to work up the courage sometimes to hurt anybody. She has a strong sense of heart, where she can feel empathy for someone miles away (played out merely as mood swings, usually affected by those around her). She has a love for someone who has been taken from her life in a flash, and she would love to meet with him again.
Estelle's beloved was lost to her in a fire, where they got separated and she was thought to be lost to the depths of the flames, consumed within them. The rest of her history, she deigns tell none, save for her occupation in her pack- the prayergiver. What that means, however, must be figured out on one's own.
Note: if Kite's okay with it, I'd like her to be of the Angels' bloodline? (Pref. from Heyel's homeland and if allowed, again, closely related by blood, as in a younger sister, cousin, niece, etc.) If not, then oh well, but I have messaged her asking and have yet to get a reply, so for now, I'll not play out anything concerning her heritage lines until I know myself ^_^ please and thank you for your understanding and consideration~
OOC: LHX
Rules: Re-read, top to bottom ^^;
Word Min: 200/post
Found: On a list of sites I used to know... ouch I don't think I like that song x.x"
Contacts: No, thank you ^^;
Sample: (recycled from another character)
The very presence of others isn't exactly a new occurrence. Fighting, thieving, killing, destroying, birthing, recruiting. It all becomes the land of Iromar like nothing else. And, yet, it is only at this current time that my interest is really perked enough to do anything about such a thing as someone I don't quite recognize in the area. Why this particular lupine caught my attention, let it be anyone's guess. However, I'll pay you your fair share of my attention, or perhaps more than such. Something about the very scent of the gypsy, gusting into my nostrils, intrigues me as little has for a while.
Call me curious. It actually happens on occasion.
A near purr rumbles through my throat as my quick feet approach the pair- the familiar and the unfamiliar, the known and the curious. The pack and the outsider. I'm intrigued enough to actually approach you. Feel lucky, gypsy boy. Feel lucky to be graced with my smirking face instead of a stale, stoney glance. Saving a glance for the Cerberus, my voice rings out at her, a sultry sound not unlike a seductress's tender tendrils of speech.
"Come, now, Vi. That's a little harsh, don't you think?"
Smirking, the line between Iromar proper and the doorstep means naught to me. I go where I please. And, in this case, where I please to go is circling the pale peach-tinged pup. Yes, though you may look older than I, you act as timid as a pup. You are a pup to me, gypsy. Dare you to contradict? Sniffing, inhaling the scent of you, your deep male musk tells of age beyond my own and timidity that my tenacity would never know. I think I like it. For today.
"If he acts up, just give him me. I'll... take. care. of him."
Smiling now, teasing yet earnest as I ever am, you know that you must be something. You've gotten me to talk. Not even my family usually does that much. Don't displease me, stranger, or I won't be held responsible for anything. The bit of emphasis on "take care" should tell you that much. Or is it that you read me as saying I'll do whatever I want with you if given the chance?
I leave that to your imagination, young pup. Leave your mental state at the door, you may just end up in the den of my own insanity.
and all the stars combined to face
a different kind of hero
follow a different kind of failure
with the success of a legend |