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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 19:52 (1 Year ago)


[ January 19th ]

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It was nearing 9 PM when Officer Avery returned home from his shift. It had been a long day, he’d barely had time to tend to the bite that he’d received from a man he’d booked that morning. Whilst it had barely broken the skin of his arm, the medical officials at the scene had immediately treated and bandaged up the wound for him. For a while, Officer Avery was able to forget about it.

It wasn’t until he was driving home that he began to feel a burning sensation begin to rise from the affected area. At first, it was just a little irritating, but the sensation grew quickly up along his forearm. By the time he arrived home, his whole arm ached - feeling extremely heavy - and the surrounding area had begun to swell.

Concerned, his wife had followed him closely as he rushed up to their bathroom without even greeting her. He carefully unwrapped the bandage that had been constricting his arm, underneath red and raw, and stuck his arm under running cold water. He let out a hiss. It stung at first but also soothed the pain somewhat.

“Honey- Oh my! What happened to you?” his wife exclaimed at the sight, reaching out for his arm to take a closer look.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not that bad..”

He tries to reassure her, but she promptly pulls away, upon feeling the growing heat of his arm.

“No, this is bad. It looks infected. We should get you to the hospital, now.”



[ January, 21st ]

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“The test results have come back. They’re inconclusive.”

A group of doctors gathered - not too closely - around the patient’s bed.

It was just a couple of days ago when police had wrestled this man to his holding cell floor. He had fought against their help after he displayed sudden seizure-like symptoms. He’d been arrested for several counts of assault on members of the public that morning, spitting, lunging, and attempting to bite people. In the process of being held down, he had bitten two of the officers, ultimately requiring enough sedation to knock out a horse to calm the man enough to wrangle him into an ambulance and into the hospital.

Once at the hospital, they wasted no time cuffing him to the bed, for everyone’s safety. Meanwhile, officers did their best to find any relatives of the man. No one came forward and witnesses weren't able to recognize him as someone from the area either. When the sedation wore off, the man returned to erratically thrashing around on the bed. He couldn’t speak. Anything he did ‘say’ was an incomprehensible, slurred, and spluttering mess. He was an odd case indeed.

“Actually,” another doctor entering the room interjects, “I think I’ve found something.”

He hands over his reports, “There’s a mutation in his DNA. It’s not something that’s been seen before, however. We’ll need to run more tests.”



[ January 28th ]

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A week later, the Hillsdale Police Station and the Hillsdale Hospital have been seeing more and more similar cases, and now believe them to be linked.

“The virus seems to be causing the DNA to mutate, causing neurological damage to those affected. This damage makes them uncontrollable, uncompromisable, and ultimately very dangerous. The virus is passed through bodily fluids. Receiving a bite, like our recent cases, or even a kiss from a loved one, can transfer the virus, and it appears that it can take as little as a couple of hours before symptoms begin to show. You could say it’s similar to Rabies lyssavirus, except… we don’t know where this originates from, if there’s a cure, how many people may have it...”

“So what do we do now?”

The tension in the air is thick. There’s a brief silence in the meeting hall, as if everyone already knows the answer, but is too afraid to say it.

“We’ll we can begin mandatory mass testing-”

“Aha! Don’t be stupid, do you know how long it would take to test the whole of the States? We don’t have that kind of time or money!”

“Well then, what do you suppose?”

“Close the borders and stop anything from getting in, and fly out those who are confirmed not infected.”

“There is no point, the virus is already in and may already be global. Now, as I was saying, we can begin testing. It’ll take time and money, yes; However, if we can separate the healthy from the infected now, we’ll be better off in the long run. I propose setting up mandatory testing stations in every town. We have tests that can provide 99.9% accurate results within a matter of minutes. Those who test positive, we’ll hold elsewhere until…”



[ February 11th ]

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It’s been two weeks since, and everything couldn’t have gone more wrong.

The testing stations were set up, people were tested. Turns out that the tests were not 99.9% accurate, which left a lot of infected people still integrated with those who were healthy. This resulted in sudden mass outbreaks of attacks, inciting complete panic. In order to escape criticism, those in charge of the scheme disappeared, and those who could [the rich], fled the country.

Those who couldn't, are now trapped in what would be the closest to a zombie apocalypse that horror movies depict. The streets looked like a scene from the purge. Stores were looted. Bodies littered the roads as fearful citizens killed on sight to protect themselves. Eventually, resources would run out meaning that all they [the remaining] can do now is try to survive and pray they're not already infected.



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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Mon, 07/08/2023 15:08 (1 Year ago)




(TW: the following information contains the mention of blood, death and a description of a school shooting)

Abigail Carter is the youngest child of five and, with four older brothers, is also her parents' only daughter. They are a middle-class family who have recently just renovated and moved into their late grandparents' home in the suburbs of New York City. Her household currently consists of herself, her brothers [17 & 18], her mother [39], and her father [41]. Her two oldest brothers [20 & 22] have already moved out of the family home.

Growing up with only brothers, Abigail has not become the princess her mother had dreamed of having since she herself had been a child. Instead, they got a little ruffian who was not afraid to voice their opinion and instigated just as many fights with her siblings as they did. Still, that didn't stop her parents from spoiling her the second they found out that they would finally be having a daughter, after years of trying.

The annual purge was not something that Abigail worried too much about. Every year, she and her family would hide out in the old underground bunker in their backyard. As well as being fairly well hidden by overgrown foliage, the door could also lock from the inside. The bunker was always well stocked with canned and shelf-stable goods, as well as with a good supply of bottled water and handgun ammo, just in case of an emergency.

This year seemed to be like every other and, at 7 am, the Carter Family left the bunker unharmed. Abby would only have several minutes to gather her things for school before the bus arrived to take her across the city. Getting on the bus alone, her brothers had decided to skip once again. That morning, the bus is eerily empty but sadly normal the morning after the purge. Abby tries her best to not think of all the possibilities why.

At school, no one talks about what happened the night before. Instead, with her small circle of friends, Abby discusses the plans for her upcoming 15th birthday during classes. It's enough to raise the mood a little. At some point, Abigail receives permission to use the bathroom but it's on her way back when she hears a loud commotion coming from the entrance of the school, followed by what sounded to be the spraying of bullets.

Running into the school's janitor - the old guy that Abby had always gotten creepy vibes from - quickly snatches her arm and pulls her further down the hall. As she tries to fight back, he shushes her before mumbling something about 'it not being over'. They reach the closet where all of the school's cleaning supplies are kept, and he opens the door. It's dark, and messy, but at the back, Abby is able to make out a small worn cupboard.

Forcefully, he manages to stuff her inside. It's a tight squeeze that forces her knees to her chest and for her neck to bend in a weird position. It hurts. He tells her, no matter what, to keep still and quiet, and that someone will come to get her. After that, he leaves, closing the door and darkness fills the room. Scared and confused, she bites down on her lip in hopes of keeping her breathing steady.

The commotion gets louder as it gets closer. A chorus of screams, shouting, running, and shooting fill the halls. It was only moments ago that the room was last lit up when the door opens again suddenly. Those seconds felt like the longest of her life. But as quickly as it happened, she could hear footsteps moving away from her location. For hours she sat there, until the building fell silent, and even then she stayed put.

No one did come to get her. When she finally braved her escape, it was well into the evening. With a nagging cramp in her neck, pins and needles in her legs, it's a relief to be able to stand and stretch her body. Cautiously, she steps out of the closet, almost slipping on a puddle of blood right outside the door. It was evident: her school had been massacred, and the purge had not ended. The janitor - the old guy that perhaps Abigail had totally misunderstood - was now laying on the ground, amongst other students who had tried to run, and covered in blood.

It would seem as though he was right. The purge was not over.

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Name: Abigail Carter
Nickname: Abby

Gender: Female
Pronouns: She / Her
Birthday: March 25th
Star Sign: Aries

Skin Tone: Light Tan
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Height:
160cm (15 years old)

Status: Alive

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MBTI: ISTP-A
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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Mon, 24/07/2023 00:40 (1 Year ago)

Hellooo

Will be throwing some gems into your gifts shortly !


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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Sun, 23/07/2023 13:59 (1 Year ago)

Afternoon, hope everyone is well !

It's nice to have you here c:

I'm free from work tomorrow, so I'll do my editing of the main post then ^^"


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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Thu, 20/07/2023 17:47 (1 Year ago)

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starring (in) verb
present participle of star (in)
as in posing (as)

Synonyms and Similar Words

acting out | taking on | interpreting
performing | portraying | impersonating

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I'm not sure if this is the right place to post this - or if anything similar exists - but, we'll give it a go-
@Mods, feel free to move this to a more appropriate area of the forums ^^"

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Hi, hello, and welcome!

You can call me Fahren, and I'm probably most known for starting - but not going through with - roleplays!
I do apologize.
Life is unpredictable.

Yet, that is exactly why I've decided to make this thread.

I haven't been super active on-site in recent years.
The only things that have really been keeping me here are the occasional roleplay and shiny hunting.
Although, I've noticed there's been a bit of a quiet patch with roleplays recently.

Which, in itself, isn't necessarily a bad thing.

However, I would like to make this space in order for roleplayers - new or old - to let loose about their roleplay craves!
What kind of roleplays would you be interested in joining currently?
Any specific genres? Fandoms?

Perhaps you're having the best time in a roleplay currently and would like to share your praises with everyone.

You may even share your roleplay drafts, or most loved characters here!
As I'm sure that friendly critiques from other roleplayers could potentially bring more interest to you once finished.
But it doesn't have to stop there.

And whilst I'm aware that this thread exists, I'd would love for this thread to be more discussion-based!

As I've already stated, you do not need to be an experienced roleplayer to join us!
Though if you are interested, please introduce yourselves with the following form, first.
I'm looking forward to hearing from you all ♥

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Like most places on-site, we are not without rules here.

❥ I ask that you are polite towards everyone here. Banter is fine, but if it goes too far, I expect it to stop.
❥ Make your suggestions respectfully, do not outright attack anyone's work.
❥ "Hate the character, not the player"; sorry, but not all characters are/should be made to be likable.
❥ Please do not harass other users about their roleplays, this includes privately in PP, PM, or off-site.
❥ Sharing Fandom-specific OCs is absolutely okay; Sharing how they link to their universe is also okay; But, please do not side-track away from that!
❥ As always, please do your best to credit any artwork or face claims that aren't your own.

~ I will add to this as and when I feel the need to ~

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! tba !



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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Sun, 09/07/2023 15:42 (1 Year ago)


changed my mind abt this one-

i'll whip up something else eventually



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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Fri, 07/07/2023 12:47 (1 Year ago)





Wyndon, Galar, is the hometown of Miss Faeryn 'Fae' Nightingale. She was born into an upper-class family; however, as both of her parents are high-ranking researchers, they're often away for work, leaving Faeryn to take care of herself. At the age of ten - when Faeryn was old enough to get her Pokémon Trainer's license - they sent her to study at the International Pokémon Trainer's Academy, a prestigious school located on its own private island.

With the nature of her background, young Faeryn is a timid but sweet girl. She has a gentle soul but lacks the confidence to truly bond with her peers. Yet, as quiet as she is, Faeryn is incredibly knowledgeable, having spent her time home alone reading her parents' research papers (quite advanced literature for her age). From evolution, and the different methods of, to the properties of different berries, Fae typically aces any theory tests thrown her way.

In her teens, Faeryn - now preferred to be called by her whole name - has, by now, gained much more certitude in herself. Although often trying too quickly to acclimate this new-found confidence into her daily performances, it's not uncommon for her to retreat back to her bashful self. With what some would describe as tsundere tendencies, due to her insistence on trying to mature faster, Faeryn will snap at those whom she feels are treating her like a baby. In her eyes: she was never a baby, forced to grow up too soon. Faeryn suffers from anxiety caused by this frustration.

Miss Nightingale is the favorite teacher of many students. Her kindhearted nature paired with her persistent mindset has helped her connect with some students who would otherwise have no one to turn to. Faeryn has found a balance within herself, despite her workload sometimes triggering her old anxiety. She loves her job, maybe more so with her kindergarten class, where she feels that little more protective over the children, almost motherly in a way.

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Name: Faeryn Nightingale
Nicknames: Fae

Gender: Female
Pronouns: She / Her
Birthday:
Star Sign:

Skin Tone: Ivory
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color Purple Amethyst
Height:
140cm (10 years old)
160cm (16 years old)
167cm (21 years old)

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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Fri, 23/06/2023 14:59 (2 Years ago)

Hi, hello, just to let you all know I haven’t abandoned this yet
I’m still keeping an eye on it c’:

Feel free to reserve places and I’ll check back over the weekend
There’s no rush for completion!


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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Fri, 16/06/2023 12:18 (2 Years ago)

hihi ! ♥

chucking some gems into your gifts in a second !


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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:51 (2 Years ago)

Disclaimer:
all [character] images used in this thread are AI generated, unless stated otherwise.


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✧ Pokémon

_____Rosemary Lucero - profile


✧ The Hunger Games

_____Falin Barnes - profile


✧ Genshin Impact

_____先知 白兔 | Xiānzhī Báitù - profile


✧ Love Live!

_____チャーム | Chāmu | CHARM - profile
__天野 千春 | Amano Chiharu / なかた 光 | Nakata Hikari / 清田 明日香 | Kiyota Asuka / なかた 理咲 | Nakata Risaki / 大 橋操 | Ohashi Misao

✧ Picture (not so) Perfect

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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Tue, 06/06/2023 21:06 (2 Years ago)

"If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby"
"then, there's the door"

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The body of a missing student from the local college has been discovered in the redwoods.
Other than several puncture wounds found on the neck and being completely drained of blood.
Police currently have no leads.

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romance | drama | mystery | supernatural
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Redwood College - also known as RWC - is a lively campus in California. Although not most students' first choice of college, it still welcomes many new faces each year. Whilst not specializing in anything specifying like its nearby competitors, its modern facilities as a younger institute are enough alone to witness similar successes in the future. Students placed here are urged to not feel defeated in reaching their dreams. Instead, Redwood College hopes that the relaxed nature of the setting helps prevent student stress. Besides, being home to every kind of clique imaginable, there's a place here for everyone.

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"I don't wanna take your precious time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time"
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The Red Heart Club, however, is one of the more mysterious and exclusive groups. In fact, they are so closed off to everyone else that - rather than staying in the tiny on-campus dorms - they have their own residence, locally, which is rumored to have been bought by the father of one of the members. This is used to their advantage, by throwing grand house parties on the weekends that only boost their popularity further. But invites aren't given to just anyone. You've got to be interesting yet naive enough for them to be able to play you with ease. However, don't mistake them for brainless jocks - heartless players, perhaps they may be - they're smart enough to quickly dispatch anyone who dares to poke their nose into the dark side of the Red Heart Club.

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Would you please stay and come inside, baby
Would you please stay and please be mine?
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rules

♥ PH & typical RPing rules apply !
♥ Sentence and paragraph format, only !
♥ Posts don't have to be essays, but refrain from overusing one-liners please !
♥ Realistic face claims, only !
♥ Minimum character age is 17 !
♥ You may have as many regular student characters, as long as you can manage them !
♥ The Red Heart Club members* are 1 per user but not first come first served !
♥ Relationships are allowed, keep them child-friendy !
♥ Please keep descriptions of potentially triggering themes to a minimum !
♥ Alternatively, you may put your post in a spoiler with an appropriate trigger warning !
♥ A member of the Red Heart Club may not turn another character without my permission !
♥ Please get permission before killing off any characters !
♥ To be added to if needed !

*if it still needs to be clarified, the Red Heart Club are vampires.

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♥ Full Legal Name: Aurelia Mae Carlisle
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♥ Current Age: 18
♥ Date of Birth: 03/13

♥ Sex: Female
♥ Gender: Cis Female
♥ Preferred Pronouns: She / Her

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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Tue, 07/03/2023 02:52 (2 Years ago)


[ a genshin impact au ]

It had been decided for everyone's safety.
Until one reached adulthood, traveling beyond the walls of their city was prohibited.

Although, there existed a few exceptions to this rule.

The first being that one may travel, as long as they are accompanied by an adult.
Secondly, if they were born into an outside settlement, it is up to their chief to keep them safe.
Finally, if they had received a vision, they may travel beyond the walls, regardless of their age.
However, their skills must have first been proven by the Adventurers’ Guild, which is done through a series of tests.

You just happen to be a newly proven vision wielder, having recently completed your trials with the guild.

It was a bright day when all vision-wielders in your nation were invited over to the guild for a special commission.
There, everyone was presented with a look at the new Adventurers' Handbook.
The Guild announced that they were looking for four people, willing to travel as a team to update the nation's information.
Although with multiple people interested, the four would be later chosen by pulling names from a hat.

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w a n d e r l u s t

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a strong desire to travel.

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Semi-Lit
Depending on interest -
I can make this either a single group of 4 characters,
Or 2 groups of 4, but each group will either explore only Mondstadt or Liyue, before all heading to Inazuma together.
If there's enough interest, and we're not too cluttered, I may open a third team after the Inazuma arc
RP is set in the current timeline, except there is no Traveller.
Dragonspine is considered Mondstadt, and the Chasm is closed until everyone has returned from Inazuma.

Updates may be slow because I'm super sick atm, plus working, as well as now enrolled onto an apprenticeship c':

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PH and generic RPing rules apply
Sentence/paragraph format, only
Please keep one-liners to a minimum
For now, maximum of 2 characters per user
You may reserve a maximum of 1 slot - please state which team
Characters are to be between the ages of 16-18 years old
Please refrain from making characters OP
Romance is allowed, but don't make it the focus
Some knowledge of Genshin is preferred, but not required

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"The lion cannot protect himself from traps, and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves.
One must therefore be a fox to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten wolves."



[ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ : ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ]

ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ / ~ꜰᴀʜʀᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ~
ɴᴀᴍᴇ / ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ / ʀᴇᴅ
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ / ᴠɪxᴇɴ ( ꜱʜᴇ / ʜᴇʀ )
ᴀɢᴇ / 2 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ / 100% ʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏx ( ᴠᴜʟᴘᴇꜱ ᴠᴜʟᴘᴇꜱ )

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ
ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / ʜᴏᴍᴏʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ /
ᴇꜱᴛᴘ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅᴇᴠɪʟ | 3ᴡ4 - ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ
ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ: ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ, ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ɪꜱ ᴇᴇʀɪʟʏ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ɪꜱ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ, ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʟʏ ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴀɴɪᴅ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ( ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ) ᴀɴʏ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴɪᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄɪʟɪᴛʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ.

—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ /
⚘ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
⚘ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ
⚘ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴘᴜᴘꜱ

—ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ /
⚘ ᴇxᴄᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ
⚘ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴘᴜᴘꜱ
⚘ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ "ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴡꜱ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ"

ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ /
⚘ ʀᴇꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇꜰᴜʟ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏx ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ɪꜱ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴄʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀꜱ.
⚘ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ - ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴄᴀɴɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰᴏx ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ. ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ'ꜱ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴄᴛᴜʀɴᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴜɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄɪᴇꜱ, ᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪꜱᴋᴇʀꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɪʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ɢᴀᴘ.
⚘ ᴀɢɪʟᴇ - ᴀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ɢʏᴍɴᴀꜱᴛ: ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 6ꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ; ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 30ᴍᴘʜ; ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴇꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. "ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴏxᴇꜱ, ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx."

ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ /
⚘ ꜱɪᴢᴇ - ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜱʜʀᴇᴡᴅ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋꜱ.
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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ /
ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ - ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅɪᴅ.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ /
ᴠᴜʟᴘᴇꜱ ᴠᴜʟᴘᴇꜱ ( ᴏʀ, ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏx ), ɪꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴜꜱꜱᴇᴛ-ʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀʀᴋ-ᴛɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀɴɪᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ɪɴ ꜱɪᴢᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ. ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ 40ᴄᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ 5ᴋɢ, ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜ. ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ.

ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ /
ꜰᴏx, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀɴɪɴᴇ ʙʏ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴄᴜʙ. ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ. ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ - ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟʟʏ ꜱʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴜꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴇxᴛ, ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ᴅɪɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀꜱʜ.

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ / ᴏᴘᴇɴ
ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(ꜱ) / ɴᴏɴᴇ
ᴋɪɴ /
ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ (ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ) - ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ
ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ (ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ʟᴇᴜᴄɪꜱᴛɪᴄ) - ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ /
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ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀᴅ /
ʏᴇꜱ



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Forum Posts: 594 		Posted: Sun, 05/02/2023 21:14 (2 Years ago)

hi, hello, i'm intrigued ! ;-;

but, i'd just like to ask:

do we have to "possess" a character?

and how exactly does possessing a character work?

would we just be controlling the physical body, with the isekai'd character acting as their conscious?


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Estella Blake
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✧₊⁺ Headcanons ⁺₊✧
Stelle, who..?

Themes...
✧ Stelle, whose signature flower is Ivy (Hedera helix); symbolizing everlasting life, devotion, fidelity, and loyalty.
✧ Stelle, whose signature animal is the Domestic Silk Moth (Bombyx mori); symbolizing loss, mourning, grief, and dependence.
✧ Stelle, whose signature color is Ivory; symbolizing innocence, opulence, and elegance; to some people, ivory represents a tainted purity.

Appearance...
✧ Stelle, who could be dressed each morning by the studio’s stylists, but doesn’t due to not being comfortable with the touch of people she isn’t close to; however, who is she to deny her darling’s want to fuss over her?
✧ Stelle, whose chapstick collection is absurd because she's always "losing" them, buying replacements, only to miraculously find them again, in her car, in the depths of her handbags... Her favorite flavor is strawberry.
✧ Stelle, who won't "excuse her French", reserving her native language to insult idiots or compliment her lover: "ma chérie".

Career...
✧ Stelle, who gets embarrassed when people discover her old modeling photos, to the point where she will deliberately deny them being her - it’s the same feeling when moms pull out the baby photos.
✧ Stelle, who doesn't realize it during the moment, but doodles on her paperwork when she spaces out while working. It typically looks like a bunch of scribbles but - if you squint - there is an actual image.
✧ Stelle, who is skilled at drawing and can draw faces from memory, when focused. She draws "fanart"- as they call it - of her darling, but is too embarrassed to actually give it to her.
✧ Stelle, who takes a risk and personally designs her models' outfits for their larger events, in secret. To avoid confrontation by the press, her designs fall under the alias "Étoile", which pays tribute to her father's nickname for her.
✧ Stelle, who signs off her work as, simply, "𝓔𝓑.".
✧ Stelle, who isn't great at being a spokesperson - especially a sober one - and prepares scripts/notes for meetings and interviews in advance. Despite her efforts, she usually gets nervous and improvises anyway.

Childhood...
✧ Stelle, who (when alone) apologizes for her actions to a picture of her younger self that her father had left behind - she keeps it in her desk drawer.

Lifestyle...
✧ Stelle, who is ID’d almost everywhere she goes because of her baby face; it’s a running joke at local bars that she’s been of legal drinking age for a while now - she hasn’t, it’s only been 2 years.
✧ Stelle, who updates her social media profile pictures once a year - or longer - due to her camera fear; Her personal accounts feature only a handful of portraits. It’s even rarer that she features on the company accounts.
✧ Stelle, who is a chronic blanket thief!! She claims it’s because she “gets cold”, but it’s more so because she craves the comfort of having something soft to hold.
✧ Stelle, who too often replaces meals with protein bars/shakes - she doesn't even like them that much: they're just convenient.
✧ Stelle, who never really knows where she wants to go out to eat; however, Italian dishes are amongst her favorites - she just doesn’t eat them often due to being scolded one time, as a child, for staining a dress with pasta sauce.
✧ Stelle, who is an emotional drunk - one too many is all it takes for all of the thoughts in her pretty head to roll off of her tongue, although they might not make much sense in the current moment.

Love...
✧ Stelle, who listens to her darling’s songs while driving, even though they often make her cry.
✧ Stelle, whose favorite way to hold her darling is from behind to hide a bashful smile; but, also to pretend not to hear them when cuddling time is over.
✧ Stelle, who loves candles that remind her of her darling and her favorite scents - she lights them in moments she’s alone, finding the aromas comforting. Very insistent on needing to replace them when she can no longer burn them.
✧ Stelle, who adores her darling, but finds their choice of pet names to be a little peculiar… like, in what way does she even resemble a moth?

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“Though they shine for many thousands, and even millions of years, stars do not last forever.”



Content/Trigger Warning For:
heavily implied CSA; mentions of eating disorders, alcoholism, and substance abuse


Nebula || Birth || ♫ Ma p’tite étoile - Hatik
- a cloud of gas and dust in outer space, visible in the night sky either as an indistinct bright patch or as a dark silhouette against other luminous matter.
A little earlier than expected, Estella Blake makes her debut into the world on June 30th, in Paris, France - had it been just a few minutes later, she would have been a July baby. Her father had spent the early hours of her labour anxiously pacing the birthing suite: he’s still not great when under pressure. However, he thanks the stars when she arrives - tiny, but healthy and without complications, and she looks just like him! Large brown eyes and dark curls already adorning her head. She has that silly little pitiful pout that he does, too. Her father suggests her name; He thought it was cute to name her after the stars, considering how late in the night she was born.

Protostar || Early Childhood || ♫ Best Day Of My Life - American Authors
- A contracting mass of gas, which represents an early stage in the formation of a star, before nucleosynthesis has begun.
For the first three years of her life, Estella lived in France with her parents. Their main residence was in the vibrant city of Paris; however, they also had a family tradition of spending a few weeks each summer in the southern coastal city of Marseille to visit Estella's grandparents on her father’s side. Once her mother was fit enough to return to the modelling scene, they made the decision to move to New York in the United States: her mother’s birthplace. Despite being a huge transition, as well as being Estella’s first time leaving her home soil, she adapts relatively easily, unlike her father who initially struggles with the permanent culture change - he had only visited the country a few times prior, for business.

As an only child, she clutches the attention of both her parents. They’re so involved in her life, that everything revolves around Estella and her needs and wants. Her parents are very different. Her mother is the more authoritative of the two, the one who instils self-discipline and poise into Estella - being an ungrateful, spoilt brat isn’t a good look. Her father, on the other hand, takes on a more relaxed approach, often testing or completely ignoring the boundaries set by Estella’s mother, for their daughter, believing that freedom and experiences are important for her development as a person. A troublesome duo: Estella and her father, like two peas in a pod. She’s, very much, a daddy’s girl.

A social butterfly with a large circle of friends. Estella was probably one of the only kids who genuinely liked and looked forward to going to school. No one was left out, not on her watch. She was the child who fought to ensure everyone was included in the playground games. In the classroom, she was notably bright and eager to get involved in activities, and not one who was afraid to raise her hand and ask questions. Her bubbly nature, however, did get her into trouble on a few occasions. She wasn’t so much a troublemaker, but her excitement and over-enthusiasm sometimes made her a distraction to her classmates.

Main Sequence || Modeling Career || ♫ Show & Tell - Melanie Martinez - tw: heavily implied CSA
- the main sequence is the stage where a star spends most of its existence.
Estella doesn’t quite understand the meaning of privilege, but she understands that not all families have a lot of money, like her parents, and can give their children the same luxuries that she receives. She’s a curious child who is adamant about trying everything she sees, despite any attempts her parents might have made to persuade her to wait until she’s a bit older. After witnessing her mother’s re-debut as a model, Estella is left in awe, her mind subconsciously connects the image to the descriptions of the princesses told by her father in her bedtime stories. She decides, there and then, that she, too, wants to be a “princess” like her mother. So when the opportunity arises, scouted at the age of four while shopping with her mother, Estella is ecstatic.

Her father is conflicted over the news. While he’d love to support all of her ambitions, he finds the idea of his daughter beginning a career - especially one that would focus on her appearance and at such a young age, too - rather uncomfortable. He compromises with Estella - she wouldn’t get to sign with an agency but would, instead, be managed by her parents. Estella begins her career, completing small commissions here and there, a few times a month. She’s a natural for the camera. Dedicated, she’s studied her mother's work, absorbing her steps and manipulating them as her own, almost seeming too mature for her age had it not been for her innocence.

Soon enough, as her name and face became increasingly recognised, commissions for her were pouring in from all kinds of brands. Even with full-time schooling, Estella remained tireless, handling each job professionally, as prompted by her mother. At the age of eight, she was approached by an ambassador of Orchid Boutique: a fairly young, designer brand for children. She’s so excited to finally be able to sign a contract with a company, proving her wholehearted commitment to what was thought to have just been a phase of her “trying everything” mentality. After only a short while with the brand, Estella is considered the face of the brand, front and center on the covers of their magazines and starring in their adverts.

Her parents were both busy that day, but Estella, having recently turned thirteen, was certain she would be able to handle everything on her own. By now, she’d done hundreds of photoshoots, and she knew the routine and what was expected of her. She bids her father goodbye with a signature smile as he drops her off at the boutique, unbeknownst to him, it would be the last one he sees for years to come. The day starts out as normal: she greets everyone and gets snacks while she has her hair and makeup done. They’re like a second family to her, Estella could gossip with them for hours and not get bored.

Things begin to get strange when she is followed into her changing room by a staff member, insistent that they help her put on her outfit. While it wasn’t uncommon for the younger models to have assistance, Estella was confused. It wasn’t her ego - she was quite clearly competent enough to dress herself. Reluctantly, she agrees to accept their help. After all, they’ve helped in taking care of her for the past five years, it wouldn’t - shouldn’t - be any different now. Estella realises her mistake when their hands are wandering across her body in ways and places that she’s been told, by her parents and teachers, not to allow people to touch. There’s a sick feeling in her stomach as they tell her how beautiful she is, and how much she’s matured over the years. She won’t forget the flash of the camera on their phone, requesting a private photoshoot from her.

When she finally steps out for the actual planned shoot, she’s a trembling mess. She’s never had so many re-takes but plays her inconsistency off as just feeling unwell. Technically, she wasn’t lying; however, she also couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth. They’d never believe her.

Red Supergiant || Post-Retirement & Teen Years || ♫ Numb Little Bug - Em Beihold - tw: mentions of eating disorders
- an ageing giant star that has consumed its core's supply of hydrogen fuel.
The household had never witnessed so much volatile energy: Arguing, screaming, crying, mother and daughter at each others' throats. As Estella declares her unwillingness to return to modelling, her mother remains aggressively insistent that she continues for the sake of her future. She's having none of it. Her father finds himself in the middle of the crossfire. It's awkward, heartbreaking; yet, he can't force himself to pick sides - that's just not like him. Admittedly, he's also confused and shocked by his daughter's outburst. He'd known her to be somewhat stubborn at times, but never with such desperation. His intuition takes over, stepping in to ask Estella the simple question "Why?". The silence, the pale look of horror on her face and the way her lip quivered as if she were struggling to spit out the right words, almost had him regretting asking. If only the honest answer was just as simple to provide: she evades telling them the truth, they'd be so much more disappointed if they knew.

Estella doesn’t want to be beautiful - she feels betrayed. No one ever mentioned the pain that came with it, her father never included that part in her bedtime stories. At the age of sixteen, she’s at her sickest, her anxiety and depression taking a massive toll on her health. The constant fear that she would be preyed upon again made her stomach turn. Despite never being a picky child when it came to food, Estella was completely put off thanks to the perpetual feeling of nausea, causing her to skip meals. If she did eat, she was often sick shortly after. She struggles with anorexia and, due to her lack of energy, ends up missing a lot of school because of it. Being practically home-bound, Estella spends a lot of time drawing, her interest in the art sparking after discovering her grandfather’s sketchbooks during their yearly vacation to Marseille. She was initially scolded for snooping around before he opened up and explained that his art was his way of expressing his feelings.

Her liveliness has gone. She is quiet, wanting nothing more than to be unbothered, sitting at the back of her classes and usually alone during recess. It annoys her when her peers still recognise her for her former fame and try to get close to her. Was it asking too much to want to leave it all behind her and forget everything that happened? When pestered about her status, Estella would lie and tell them she was on a hiatus to focus on school - it was hard work managing them both at the same time, she made it work before, but now she constantly feels drained. However, she's doing anything but focusing, finding it hard to pay attention in classes. Her grades slip significantly and her attitude turns sour as her diligence is compared to that of her younger self. Furious, she couldn't understand why was everyone so obsessed with the child who blindly followed childish dreams.

She isn't present for the majority of her junior year, due to ill health, but returns for her senior year. In spite of her break, Estella is no better productive, skipping classes and hanging out with the wrong people who introduce her to the ways of delinquency. Being around these people makes something in her brain click. Perhaps the lack of expectations, besides loyalty, and the absence of care for the image they put on. She finds a sense of security within the mean girl cliche, ignorant to the fact that they only accept her for her social status.

Supernova || College & Bad Habits || ♫ Hot Mess - Zoe Clark - tw: alcoholism, substance abuse
- a star that suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass
As soon as she's able to, Estella learns to drive, desperate for independence and to get away from the tense circumstances at home. She may not be doing well at school, but Estella makes damn sure she passes her driving exams first time. By eighteen, she'd bought her first car. It's not a birthday present, nor did she allow her parents to chip in, proudly purchased using her own money. Between the time of ownership, and going to college, Estella is barely seen at home, always out with friends and often gone for days at a time. She refuses to see herself as just a personal Uber for her friends.

Attending an out-of-state college was an easy decision for her, although against her parents' wishes, concerned for her wellbeing. However, the way Estella saw it, it would be a clean slate for her: a new place, somewhere that no one would know her (as her) and could judge her, meaning that she'd be able to focus and better herself. The college isn't anything to brag about; after all, the results of her final exams were nowhere near adequate to get her into the more prestigious institutes - and she was completely fine with that. Estella studies languages, to be specific, French. Considering she's been fluent since being able to talk, there should have been no reason for it to have not been a breeze for her. For the first time in years, she's top of her class, though only for her first semester.

Estella never planned on standing out. Maybe it was the branded clothing she modelled or the $200k car in the parking lot that gave her away. Ultimately, all it took was a search for her name and, pretty much, her whole childhood and net worth were on show for the globe to see. A dedicated wiki page, her social media handles - suddenly she wasn't as basic as everyone else. She finds her popularity growing rather rapidly and for all the reasons she despised. The attention is overwhelming, being constantly under fire by prying questions, Estella reverts to her nonchalantly lying, once more. She claims her notoriety wasn't a huge deal, just the odd pretty picture on the cover of a magazine, to be thrown away upon the release of a new collection. Only creeps would hold onto photos of a child that wasn't theirs.

You were considered 'cool' if Estella turned up to your house parties - not by her - by those who practically worshipped the ground she walked on for the sake of a glance. Estella was only there, personally, for the alcohol provided. It eased her anticipation, allowing her to be somewhat normal in an otherwise discomfiting scene. By the time when everyone is too drunk to care for her presence, she's already retreated to a quiet corner. She's not exactly sober, by any means, but she's not having a good time either. Estella is approached by a group of girls who point out to her that she's just being used, that everyone just wants a piece of her royalties, only to dump her once they've gotten what they need. They seem genuinely nice, inviting her to hang out with them for the rest of the night so that she doesn't have to spend it alone and around a bunch of intoxicated animals.

Lured back into the cliche by their faux kindness, hanging out with them becomes a regular occurrence, so much so, that she's skipping classes again to meet their demands. It's fine, right? Her grades are stable - how does a French person even fail French, anyhow? They're possessive of her: Estella thinks she's safe when they're the first to shoo off unwelcomed attention. They check in with her regularly, inviting her everywhere with them - brunches, shopping, parties, late-night drives (in Estella's car). They appear to be genuinely good friends, Estella doesn't think twice about sorting their bills when they "lose" their purses and are unable to pay their share of their dates.

They're terrible influences and Estella is kept on short reigns. When house parties become too dull, they have fake IDs forged to get into the more exciting clubs downtown. It's a dangerous game they play, but a sweet smile and a show of some skin seem to be the cheat code to succeeding. After a few drinks, a tipsy Estella is down for anything - she thinks: she's not really in the right state of mind to say 'no' to her friends' misdeeds. Bathroom trips turn into suggestive trysts of roaming hands and the swapping of lipgloss in the stalls. Despite the slurred "I love you"s exchanged, it goes no further than casual flings: sober Estella's anxiety would never have allowed this. There's not much that drunk Estella hasn't been tempted into trying. This was not what her younger self would have had in mind when she wanted to try everything.

Falling back into old habits was inevitable. Estella can't keep up with the work and she's failing again in the second semester. Her attendance in classes is concerning - either just not turning in, or being too sick or hungover to attend. She barely sleeps, or eats, using that time to try and catch up, but it's eating her alive. She's not okay, it's embarrassing. Ignoring her parents' messages asking how she is, finding comfort manifests in the form of hypersexuality: inebriated hookups, no strings attached - like her original pledge to get better. Trapped in a vicious cycle, it doesn't hurt quite as much when you don't remember a thing.

Neutron Star || Pre & Canon Illusion Studios || ♫ Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift
- the collapsed core of a massive supergiant star.
It’s the morning after one of her nights out, twenty years old, severely hungover and in the bed of one of her regular hook-ups when she gets the initial call. Estella’s too delirious to make out the caller ID, immediately hitting the reject call button before falling back to sleep. She wakes up to a voicemail left by her father. They’ve barely spoken since she left for college: she avoids his attempts to keep in contact with her. Begrudgingly, Estella agrees to meet with him later that evening for dinner - he sounded stressed, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Upon meeting, her father is his typical jovial self, initiating small talk between the two. He asks about college, she provides curt answers, and then he moves the conversation onto work. Estella isn't super interested in his rambling. He's the director of a modelling agency and it's doing well, or so she sees when she occasionally checks in on its social media pages. A part of her resents him and them when she sees all of their smiling faces. Another part wonders how many of them were truly happy, and how many were mistreated before reaching that point. She promised herself that she'd never go back to that kind of environment - she'd rather be a check-out girl for the rest of her life. After dinner, her father pops the question to her - to take over the company - to which she declines without hesitation.

She's not certain what possessed her to eventually give in to her father's proposition. Maybe it was because she felt sorry for him, or because she was failing in college and the idea of being a check-out girl for the rest of her life might have been a little dramatic. Sure, she might have missed classes and spent her evenings participating in no-so-legal recreational activities (but no one needs to know those details), but her health also played a factor in her inability to keep up and that was not her fault. At the end of her second semester, Estella decides to drop out and save herself from having to redo yet another year.

The autumn after she turns twenty-one is when Estella returns home and begins shadowing her father at Illusion Studios. On her first day, she had to be physically dragged into the building by security, overwhelmed to the point of panic by the sheer amount of paparazzi that happened to be stationed outside the front of the building - since then she always uses the back entrance. Her dad swears it wasn't his doing, and teases her about it, to her dismay: she's regretting her decision already and she's only just stepped foot into the place. Estella finds it embarrassing when he introduces her to his colleagues as his daughter, quick to tell them all about her past as a model, but being sure to leave out all the gauche parts. All she can force herself to do is smile politely and laugh along. If she made a good first impression now, then perhaps it would make the whole thing a little less uncomfortable when her time came.

Paperwork was expected and yet she's left dumbfounded when she sees how much there is to do (a lot). Spending hours sitting in an office, just staring at paper, became the norm, her brain working overtime as she tried to comprehend everything her father was explaining to her. Estella doesn't understand how there could be so much after learning that there's a total of seven models to the agency's name, she constantly forgets that she's not just a manager to the models but the entirety of the staff in the building - security, receptionists, make-up artists, stylists, general interns, the supervisors under her: the lot. The reality that she was here to become the "big boss" was so strange to her. She's certain that she was the last person any of them were expecting to see become the agency's future director.

Estella's encouraged to get involved with what would be her father's final project for the agency before it's left in her hands. She's provided a stack (more a mountain in her eyes) of portfolios and is prompted to narrow it down to a few potential talents: her father wanted to invite one more model to the team. She definitely didn’t dispose of half of them instantly, while her father wasn’t looking - how was she supposed to know who would be a good fit to complement the current troupe, just by looking at a bunch of photos? Not to mention that she’d only met the current residents extremely briefly, Estella had nothing to go off of. It was unfair. A long and gruelling process, her selection ends up being composed of some of the more quirky-looking models, for diversity purposes. After all, if the agency was to remain a standout from its competition, it needed to avoid homogeneity.

The Festival of Choir and Winds: a grandiose affair, and the last test of Estella's patience, which her father drags her along with him to. He enjoys attending functions like this - the highly sociable creature that he is - it also serves as the perfect opportunity to create connections for business. Had Estella not been left traumatized, she'd probably be on the path of becoming just like him. He's so carefree. She's careful, stiff, needing a proding reminder (or two) to fix her face, having developed a bad case of RBF. The second she's able to escape his attempts to lighten her mood with his, in her opinion, awful humour, Estella is gone and weaving her way through crowds with the lingering elegance of her past.

There was no doubt that she'd eventually run into him again, her father was so loud, that it was difficult not to his joyous laughter from across the hall. Right now, Estella just needed something to soothe her anxiety. They typically served champagne at these kinds of events - right? It wasn't her go-to drink, but at the end of the day, alcohol was alcohol, a temporary fix or liquid courage, as some called it. They wouldn't be lying: the things that it had allowed Estella to do - things she would never consider doing without - had become blurred memories by morning. Before she knows it, Estella finds herself stranded, not sure if she's even supposed to be there in the first place. Her attention is snatched by a voice of delicacy, and a song that resonates off the walls.

Estella isn't religious, but she swears she met an angel that day.

Waking up is the worst part of Estella's day because, no matter how long she sleeps, she never feels totally recharged, dreading the moment her alarm sounds to pull herself out of the cocoon she somehow manages to wrap herself in (she's a blanket hog: that's how). Her morning routine: teeth; shower - Estella is particularly fond of the coconut-scented conditioner she bought recently; skincare and make-up - natural with bold eyes; her hair's pretty fine so it's mostly dry at this point, she just finishes it off with a hairdryer on low heat to protect her curls. Most days, there is little effort that goes into styling her hair: Estella is content with the slightly tousled look it takes on naturally. Her wardrobe is large, with a lot of designer, and a lot of black, white, and neutral colours - you can't go wrong with that colour palette. For work, she typically wears some kind of three-piece suit, her favourite set is completely white.

At twenty-three years old, she has - so far and somehow - managed to survive her first year as the official Director of Illusion Studios. Most of her day is usually spent tucked away in the office, working on the behind-the-scenes tasks. Common duties include taking phone calls that aren't just general inquiries, overseeing the company's finances, making decisions to promote the company, and ensuring that everyone is performing to the company's standards. She's not sure she's cut out for this - completely unorganised, both her head and office space. There are occasions when she'll float around the establishment, usually when the paperwork gets a little too much, needing a break and a change of scenery. It also allows her to check in with everyone, she's gotten a little better at that, even though supervising shoots still makes her incredibly tense.

It's likely due to their similar ages that her relationship with the models is very relaxed. Estella doesn't have it in her, and lacks the experience in general, to be an assertive leader, simply a more awkward, less energetic version of her father who treats them more like friends than employees. While under the roof of the agency, she often blinds herself to their less acceptable antics, not wanting to stir up conflict and cause bitterness within the group. That stems from her childhood trauma. Discipline is typically left to be dished out by the group's manager: her darling. She's indebted to Dezerae, for all that she does. Hopefully, her adoration for her is enough to pay that off.

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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ Character Sheet ⁺₊✧

✧ Theme Song - World’s Smallest Violin, AJR

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✧ Voice Claim - Emma Mackey | Speaking French

✧ Etymology
Estella - es·tel·la - Latinate form of 'Estelle'.
From an Old French name meaning "star", ultimately derived from Latin 'stella'.
May be alternatively addressed by: Estelle, Stella, and Stelle.
Is affectionately referred to as 'ma étoile' ('my star') by her father.

✧ Demographics
★ Date of Birth: June 30th | ★ Star Sign: Cancer | ★ Age: 23 years old
★ Gender: Female | ★ Pronouns: She/Her | ★ Sexuality: Lesbian
★ Nationality: Franco-American | ★ Place of Birth: Paris, France

✧ Introduction
“Estelle, my dear. Can you call me back when you get this message? Love, Dad.”

While her name and face have long since faded from the media, Estella Blake was a name that was once on everyone's lips. Known for her endearing charm and effortless grace, she was a promising child star, rising to fame at a young age. However, that was ten years ago. Estella's career was cut short in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone wondering what happened to the bright young talent. It was a sudden and unexpected disappearance from the fashion world, leaving her fans and followers baffled. The reason for Estella's abrupt departure from the industry still remains a mystery, to even her parents. To this day, Estella cannot force herself to spill the sickening secret of what had happened that day. At least, not while sober. Her past is a secret she's determined to keep hidden, quick to change the subject or brush off any attempts to pry.

Despite her vow never to return to the modeling industry, fate had other plans for Estella.

After a sudden phone call from her father, requesting a favor from her in the form of a job offer, inviting her to take his place in managing Illusion Studios: a prosperous modeling agency that he'd bought and reformed when Estella was just a child. Despite initially rejecting his offer, Estella would eventually sign the contract out of guilt, obligation, and false assurance of adequate training. But as she walked into the House of Illusions for the first time, Estella couldn't help but sense an overwhelming feeling of dread and regret. Estella knew better than to believe that everything was perfect, as depicted by the press. After all, she was all too familiar with the dark side of the industry, the one that was hidden behind the glamour and glitz.

✧ Appearance
The embodiment of quiet elegance, her appearance is a perfect blend of natural beauty and deliberate refinement. Standing at 5’7” with a slim, almost delicate frame, Estella’s physique is a testament to both her years as a model and the expectations she has confronted along with it. While graceful and enviable, her willowy figure carries a faint fragility that betrays the struggles she continues to navigate. Every movement she makes reflects the ingrained poise of her past, with a straight-backed posture and deliberate grace that hint at her modelling roots. Even in her most casual moments, Estella’s bearing remains model-like, a subconscious habit from years of living under the spotlight.

Her face is striking in its understated charm, possessing a timeless quality that captures attention without the need for exaggeration. Estella’s features are soft yet refined, a harmonious blend of her American and Southern French heritage. Her hazel eyes are perhaps her most expressive feature, shifting between shades of gold and green depending on the light. They are windows to the complex emotions she often keeps concealed, revealing hints of vulnerability and melancholy beneath her composed exterior. Her nose is petite and straight, adding to her classic profile, while her lips, naturally pink, are usually adorned with subtle, neutral shades of lipstick that emphasize her effortless sophistication.

Estella’s platinum blonde hair is a defining element of her appearance. Naturally brunette, she dyed it blonde during her teenage years in an act of reinvention, and the style has since become a signature part of her identity. Cut into a chic, shoulder-length bob with loose waves, her hair frames her face in a way that softens her overall look while maintaining a polished and professional appearance. The golden tones complement her fair yet warm complexion, which she maintains with meticulous care. Her skin is unmarred except for a single small scar - barely even noticeable - just above her right eyebrow, which serves as a reminder of a drunken mishap from a few years earlier.

Her wardrobe reflects her role as the director of Illusion Studios—a balance of professionalism and fashion-forward sensibility. Estella gravitates toward neutral tones like white, beige, and soft pastels, highlighting her warm skin tone and lending an air of subtle sophistication. She often pairs tailored blouses with high-waisted skirts or trousers, her outfits carefully chosen to flatter her figure while ensuring practicality for her demanding workdays. Accessories are minimal but deliberate: thin gold necklaces, small earrings, and delicate bracelets that add a hint of understated elegance without drawing attention away from her overall look. Her shoes, often low-to-mid heels, reflect her preference for comfort without compromising style.

Estella’s makeup mirrors her approach to fashion—minimal yet flawlessly executed. Her foundation is light and natural, just enough to even out her complexion while maintaining its natural glow. A soft blush highlights her cheekbones, and subtle eyeliner frames her hazel eyes. Her lips, typically adorned in neutral shades, complete a look that exudes professionalism without feeling overly curated. However, the occasional signs of stress—faint dark circles or tension around her mouth—betray the emotional toll of her responsibilities and personal struggles.

Beyond her polished exterior, Estella’s mannerisms expose the quirks of her character. Though she moves with the confidence of someone accustomed to being in the spotlight, there are moments of self-consciousness in the way she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear or fidgets with the cuffs of her sleeves when lost in thought. Her hands, slender and nimble, often bear faint traces of pencil smudges from her private hobby of drawing—a creative outlet that provides solace amidst the chaos of her life.

✧ Personality
★ Personality type (MBTI): ISFJ-T | ★ Personality type (Enneagram): 9w1 | ★ Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Once filled with boundless energy and a zest for life, Estella’s early years were defined by an infectious enthusiasm and a natural magnetism. She was a lively and ambitious child, unafraid to embrace new challenges or stand in the spotlight, a quality that made her a natural fit as the poster child for Orchid Boutique. However, a harrowing trauma at the age of thirteen shattered this youthful effervescence, leaving her to grapple with an identity transformed by pain and survival.

As a child, Estella was known for her vivacious personality and her ability to charm everyone around her. She had an inherent ability to seize every opportunity that came her way, her charisma and unfiltered joy making her a rising star in the modelling world. Her early experiences on set were marked by a sense of wonder and excitement, and her natural confidence made her a favorite among photographers and clients alike. However, this bright and carefree disposition was irrevocably altered by the abuse she suffered during a photoshoot. The trauma forced her to abandon her burgeoning career, and with it, the lively, optimistic girl she once was began to retreat into the shadows.

The Estella of today is almost unrecognizable from her childhood self. Where she was once bubbly and outgoing, she is now quiet and reserved, her demeanour shaped by years of battling anxiety and self-doubt. Her natural exuberance has been replaced by subtle elegance, a professional poise she maintains as the director of Illusion Studios. She is resiliant - disciplined and uncomplaining: qualities that have helped her navigate her role as director, despite her discomfort with the industry. Yet, this discipline often serves as a mask, concealing the disorganization and emotional turmoil under the surface. Despite constantly being under judgement for her inexperience as a manager, Estella maintains a formal and reserved demeanor in public, guarding her emotions behind a wall of professionalism for the sake of the company's reputation.

Her professional relationships, furthermore, reflect her discomfort with leadership. Estella approaches her role as director with a casual, almost overly accommodating attitude, much like her father before her, preferring to maintain a friendly rapport with the models rather than asserting her authority. She dislikes conflict and strives to meet others' demands, even when it strains her own resources. This submissive tendency, coupled with her anxiety, often leaves her feeling overwhelmed, though she rarely complains or lets her struggles show.

✧ About: Acedia
Acedia—often described as spiritual apathy, emotional exhaustion, or a profound sense of stagnation—casts a long shadow over Estella Blake’s life, intricately weaving into her daily routines and habits. Manifesting as debilitating anxiety, this ancient sin (if it's even fair to call it a sin) permeates her thoughts, actions, and relationships, creating a vicious cycle of self-sabotage and inner turmoil.

Estella begins each day with a heavy sense of inertia. Mornings, for her, are not a fresh start but a continuation of the emotional weight she carries. Her anxiety manifests as an overactive mind filled with self-doubt and dread, particularly about her role at Illusion Studios. While she adheres to a disciplined routine to maintain appearances, these actions are often hollow, driven more by habit than purpose. The act of facing her responsibilities—whether leading meetings, reviewing portfolios, or making decisions—feels like an overwhelming burden, draining her before the day has truly begun.

Her fear of cameras, a cruel irony for a former model, shapes her interactions with the industry she now oversees. Simply entering a studio or attending a photoshoot can trigger flashbacks or panic attacks, forcing her to compartmentalize her emotions just to function. These moments of professional necessity are emotionally taxing, leaving her mentally depleted and prone to avoidance. This avoidance feeds into her acedia, as tasks pile up and the overwhelming sense of failure looms larger.

To cope with the unrelenting anxiety and feelings of inadequacy, Estella falls into self-destructive behaviours. Her eating disorders, a lingering result of her trauma, are worsened by her desire to maintain control over something—anything—in her life. Restrictive eating and purging rituals serve as temporary reprieves, offering a false sense of mastery over her spiralling emotions. However, these habits weaken her physically and mentally, leaving her even more vulnerable to the cycles of acedia.

Alcoholism is another coping mechanism she turns to in moments of despair. After particularly stressful days, she seeks solace in drinking, numbing herself to the feelings of failure and self-loathing that acedia whispers in her ear. Yet, the brief escape alcohol offers is quickly replaced by guilt and shame, deepening her emotional paralysis. Each drink is a small rebellion against her responsibilities, a quiet surrender to the overwhelming apathy that defines her acedia.

✧ About: Callistus
Estella’s relationship with her father is a tangled web of love, resentment, and unspoken pain. Though he has always been her loudest cheerleader, unwavering in his pride for her achievements, their bond has been deeply strained since her assault and subsequent decision to leave modeling. This fracture stems not from a lack of affection on her father’s part but from Estella’s perception that her feelings and decisions were never truly acknowledged or validated by her parents during her most vulnerable moments.

Her father’s initial refusal to accept her departure from the industry—an act she saw as essential for her survival—felt to Estella like a betrayal. This dismissal, coupled with her mother’s overt disappointment, left Estella believing that her parents valued her career more than her well-being. It’s a belief that hardened over the years, making her hesitant to seek their consolation or support regarding the trauma she endured. How could she? Her parents’ unwavering trust in Orchid Boutique, a company that treated her like their own child, left her convinced that they would struggle to believe her accusations. That fear of disbelief, of being dismissed again, has silenced her, creating an emotional chasm between them.

Her father’s laidback demeanour, which once brought lightness and laughter to their relationship, now grates on Estella’s nerves. She finds his corny humour and attempts to cheer her up insincere, a superficial balm for wounds far deeper than he seems to realize. While she rolls her eyes at his efforts, there’s a lingering ache beneath her irritation—a longing to reconnect with the man who was once her biggest supporter. She misses the closeness they shared, the way he championed her ambitions without hesitation. Yet, his inability to engage with her pain in a meaningful way has left her feeling unsupported and misunderstood, emotions that are as frustrating as they are heartbreaking.

Complicating matters further is Estella’s inner conflict. While her father’s attempts to bridge the gap between them often feel tone-deaf, they are undeniably rooted in love. Estella knows this deep down and even admires his unwavering optimism, but her resentment and unresolved trauma make it difficult for her to accept his support. Instead, she oscillates between longing for his validation and pushing him away, unable to reconcile her conflicting emotions.

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𝑾𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌

“Silk moths can’t fly. It’s been bred out of them for five thousand years.
The adults are only needed to make more worms.
Most aren’t meant to live long enough to break the chrysalis; flight’s an unnecessary trait.”

— Genevieve Valentine

✧₊⁺ Estella Blake ⁺₊✧
OC Spam Thread

contents

Canon ♥ || Picture (not-so) Perfect
Father ♥ || Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧ CALLISTUS INTRODUCTION || link
__❀ GALLERY
__❀ INSERT I || Matricaria chamomilla
__❀ PROMPT I || What daddy doesn't know...

Giovana ♥ || Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧ GIOVANA INTRODUCTION || link

Estella's Alternate AUs ♥
✧ GENSHIN IMPACT !!
__❀ ESTELLA INTRODUCTION (wip) || link
__❀ ESTELLA GAMEPLAY (wip)
__❀ ESTELLA VOICELINES (wip)
✧ HIS DARK MATERIALS !!
__❀ BLANCHE INTRODUCTION || link
✧ GENERAL FANTASY !!
__❀ HEDERA INTRODUCTION || link
__❀ VOICELINES
__❀ HEDERA'S DOMAIN
✧ ESTELLA INTRODUCTION || link
__❀ TIMELINE
__❀ HEADCANONS
__❀ GALLERY
__❀ MOOD BOARD
__❀ WORD ASSOCIATION (wip)
__❀ PLAYLIST
__❀ BTS: CREATING ESTELLA (wip)
__❀ INSERT I || Solanum dulcamara
__❀ INSERT II || Adonis annua (wip)
__❀ INSERT III || Daphne mezereum
__❀ INSERT IV || Papaver somniferum (wip)
__❀ INSERT V || Anemone coronaria (wip)
__❀ PROMPT I || What's in Stelle's Bag?
__❀ PROMPT II || Stelle & Jealousy
__❀ PROMPT III || "Shark Week"
__❀ PROMPT IV || Driving With Stelle
__❀ PROMPT V || An Alternative Arc (wip)
__❀ PROMPT VI || Office Plants
__❀ NIGHTMARE SERIES || Souvenirs Assombris
__❀ ESTELLA'S NOTES I || NYFW Outfit Drafts
__❀ ESTELLA'S NOTES II || "RoY" - Campaign Draft (wip)

tentative prompt ideas
❀ Why Stelle doesn't talk to her mother; pressure, expectations, and jealousy
❀ Summers in Marseille; teen!Stelle who visits her grandparents over summer breaks; picking up an interest in art from her grandfather
❀ Stelle's Social Media


✧₊⁺ Disclaimer ⁺₊✧
This thread will cover sensitive topics!
I do not condone any toxic or unhealthy behaviours that may be portrayed here.
All images used in this thread are AI-generated unless stated otherwise.


I love her so much; girly gets her own thread <3

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