Post by Esther [ † ] on Feb 21, 2008 22:37:20 GMT -5
Name
Esther Anna Vale
Age
Seventeen Years Old.
Gender
Female.
Species
A Nightmare.
Weapon
A katana;
a Japanese sword that is single-edged. It is about 90 centimeters long, and is carried out on Esther's side. The weapon is used in a slicing motion more than a stabbing one. It's a very thin, but sharp weapon.
Abilities
Nightwalker;
Unlike most of her obvious advantages and abilities, this one proves to be quite the surprise. Esther is a strong fighter, but feels no need to constantly go and do it again and again. So, she uses this ability. The power to hide within the darkness she creates. Esther can make an illusion of black area surrounding her opponent. However, Esther will not attack, because, she must hold perfectly still to preform this. So, she hides somewhere before doing it.
Blood Red Kiss;
The power to shoot fire from her breath. Esther's element is fire --- which shouldn't come to a surprise. Well, more like kiss [hence the title]. Esther presses her hand against her lips, and pulls it away, toward her opponent, then blows. So, it's much like blowing a kiss.
Gun Fire;
A very simple power, and one of Esther's most common. Infact, this is one she needs not to put on show just to do. It's basically where she holds hands out before her opponent, aim, and take shoot out fire from her fingertips. They come out in small balls of fire, hitting the opponent hard.
Appearance
Esther's face gives her personality in a matter of expressions. Her often devious smile sends the messages. Her cheekbones are raised up softly, giving her a very angelic feel. Her chin ends just as softly as her cheekbones. Esther's nose is a buttoned one, not sticking out too far, but curving in a little and bringing her face a little bit of personality. Her midnight blue eyes have always been the core of her expressions, though. They are sly, slender but beautiful things that shift slowly, in cat like motion. Her lashes are long, and touch the place underneath her brow. The two crystals follow one's movements carefully. Her lips are thin, but soft, and match her skin tone pretty well. Speaking of skin tone, Esther is unquestionably pale. Not sickly pale, though. Just a little bit lighter than fair.
Esther's body seems to be a whole different story to her. It definetly describes her personality. The shape follows a seductive hourglass. She's elegantly thin, but not too the point of disgust. Esther moves in cat like motions, with slow but ballerina like turns and shifts. Her hair adds a true personality for her, though. It's a very dark indigo, parted from the side, with bangs that brush above one eye. The rest falls around her, down to her mid back. She keeps it often combed clean, and trimmed well. You'd notice that she flips it and around quite a bit.
Finally, comes the clothing. Esther, being as dark and cruel as she is, wears dark colors. Or the color red. Esther likes to wear dresses that show her figure off well, but are not too revealing. She'll wear mid thigh dresses without any shoulder protection, but sleeves. Infact, if one pays close attention, one will see that Esther never wears something without sleeves. Certain explinations remained unknown, unless one asks. She likes to wear shoes with heels that won't kill her feet. She usually wears stockings with it, depending on the day.
Other, smaller details, would include what is actually underneath those sleeves. Scars. Running up and down her arms, in the shape of slashes, really. Though, she isn't very proud of them. It makes her feel "unpretty". Esther really hates it when people point them out. She'll often throw in a few braclets. Normally, she'll keep her fingernails perfectly polished and cut clean.
Personality
Esther Vale isn't exactly your average teenager. Her look on life is normally dark. You can guess that Esther isn't a happy person at all. Well, she's "happy". Just not a good sort of happy. It's that kind of sick pleasure that brings her a smile. Esther is a very, very, twisted person. She really will use an icy tone, and hurtful words to cut down whoever she's speaking to. Hardly anyone can tell her what is right and what is wrong, unless if they are of higher command than herself [that's when she just keeps her mouth shut]. She judges at first glance--- and her judgement sticks with her the whole way. Esther loves to cause any sort of trouble for anyone. She really does not know what guilt is, and probably never will. Although, her thoughts rage inside her head, the girl appears utterly calm at all times. Almost as if she is being playful.
Esther will not stand for any bad treatment toward herself, since she is a little bit selfish. She's not so bad that she goes around killing everybody-out for revenge on every being who exsists, no. She's just really mean, because it's in her nature. Esther hates when people drag on and on, avoiding a question or subject, because it is not easy to change the subject on her, unless if she feels free to. She hates talking to some one when a conversation isn't required. It drives her to her last nerve, actually. Esther does all sorts of things to end the conversation entirely. When she says something mean, and the person gets mad, is when the conversation gets interesting. Esther hates physical contact, and will often scream," Don't touch me!". Don't take it offensively. Esther just hates it when people try anything other than shaking her hand. She hates that too.
One thing Esther cannot resist, though, is shoes. Just any beautiful shoe will make her go starry eyed on you. So, beware of the shoe. Esther has very few moments where she isn't smiling, though. She's always smiling about some sick thought inside her crazy little mind. Esther is intelligent, but she just doesn't care. She's surprisingly lazy, and hates it when she has to help other solve something. Esther respects lady-like manners, and follows her own as well as possible. She does find being lady like fun, and something that makes her feel like a princess.
History
It's All Downhill From Here__
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"Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty."
~Stephen King.
Esther Anna Vale was nothing special. She never had been anything special, to anyone. Her "family" didn't care for her too much. Speaking of family, these group of Nightmares weren't really a family, they were hardly related, aside from the souls of soldiers. But, they stuck together, since all of them were proven to be pretty weak Nightmares. Together, they figured they could learn to control their strengths. Soon, those group of people considered each other family. Esther was brought into the world, and taken cared for by the eldest of them all. A woman named Penelope.
Penelope was a very odd woman, to say the least. She never spoke unless spoken to. No matter how desperate the situation, Penelope would never let anyone see her beg for anything. Esther looked up to her, like a mother. But, Penelope loved Esther like a daughter. Actually, she never let Esther leave her side. Esther didn't want to. She was young, the form of a three year old at the time. Her mind worked much differently, though. Esther never spoke much, if at all, and always held Penelope's hand, or sleeve. Whatever she could reach. The two sat down, and stared at the stars for hours. Penelope told Esther to keep an eye out for the brightest, because that was her star.
Now, Esther never really had a problem with any Dreams or Humans at the time. She didn't enjoy them, that was for sure. But, she believed her current form was too small to know how to fight or stalk. Infact, Esther avoided that, and left it to the rest of her clan, who were already in the form of older children, or young adults. The best fighter, was of course, Penelope. She was the most graceful, beautiful thing Esther had ever seen while destroying a pretty Dream lady.
One day [or "One night"], when it was raining harsh in the Midnight Valley, Penelope seemed upset. None of the others were with them. They were all sleeping after a long trip. Esther didn't see why Penelope was sad. She was doing her best to keep her happy with her rain dance. It was a fun dance, and she'd wear a long black dress for it. Still, Penelope refused to smile. Esther questioned this behavior. Her answer was a serious hit across the head. She began to cry, but Penelope showed no sympathy. Penelope lifted her to her feet, and threw her onto the ground. She began to scream at her.
"They're dead! Our clan is dead!"
Well, Esther didn't know that. She figured they were all sleeping. Frankly. she didn't care for them much. All they did was ignore her because of her small size. Penelope screamed and screamed. She refused to stop screaming. Esther didn't know why they tried to kill all those Dreams. She knew she could of helped. Esther was the most powerful of them. Though, she didn't like fighting. It made her feel like she was weak. Her heart skipped a beat on realization.
Esther didn't help them... They are dead, now.
And now Momma is crying.
Because Esther didn't help them...
Esther fell to her knees. She allowed Penelope to continue her scream and cry. She didn't know any of the others like she knew her Momma. The little girl was left alone. Penelope said she could not stand to see her face anymore. It sickened her how much she loved her fake daughter. It was disgusting to love. Esther knew that. She understood Penelope.
Esther was left to travel on her own.
Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder__
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"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."
~Ingrid Bergman
About thirteen years later, Esther became a fully grown teenager. She was certainly beautiful, and she was told. Still, Esther was extremely sorrow, at all times. All because of how her mother hated her. She often traveled to the Morana Caves. A beautiful place. Esther loved it there. Because she knew she could atleast hear the voice of another person. Somebody to talk to. At the age of sixteen, she met a young man there.
He was a human, who happened to be beautiful. His eyes were dark, like his hair. Esther did not fall for his beauty. A normal human girl would, though. With his hair brushing over his eyes, he greeted her, with a simple," Hello." It was her time to hurt him. She had never hurt a human before. Then, arriving behind him, was an even more beautiful Dream. It was also a boy, but his hair was pure gold. Esther wanted to kill him.
So, she first destroyed the Dream. It was entertaining, really. The Dream put up a great fight. Then, she came to the human. He was shocked, and frightened. Infact, he was terrified of such a creature. He claimed her to be too beautiful to kill. Ha.
"No one is too beautiful to kill."
Esther chased him, but he soon escaped. It was that day she knew she was Penelope. Well, she was like Penelope. Esther envied her, even when in pain. She would find her one day, and end up killing her. For the way she made Esther feel. Nobody made Esther feel bad. She continued on. She was going to kill that Nightmare, Penelope. Her Momma.
Sweet Revenge__
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"He who doesn't fear death dies only once. "
~Giovanni Falcone
Yes. Esther had found Penelope, who still looked as dazzling as she always had. Though, she looked older, she was still the more beautiful. Esther was shocked to see that Penelope was now alone. She figured Penelope was the type to stay in groups. The mother approached Esther in shock. She dropped to her knees and began to weep. Why was the awsome Nightmare crying? Esther stared down at Penelope with no emotion revealed.
"I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, daughter of mine."
Those were her last words. Esther took her sword, and swung it into the neck of her beloved "mother". Penelope died, in a few seconds around the clock. She stared at Esther with wide eyes. She barely mouthed the words "Why". A few croaked noises, and she was out. With her scarlett liquid spilling everywhere. Once again, Esther killed some one in Morana Caves.
She turned on her heel and walked away. Esther is willing to even kill her own kind. She seeks out, attempting to rid the world of the annoying Dreams, who walk around protecting filthy humans. Of course, she won't let anything get in her way. No, Esther had never known sadness after that. Everybody who died because of her, deserved such a death. It was only their fault for bothering her.