Post by Esther Dane Alexandrov on Jul 26, 2009 3:12:25 GMT -5
Esther Dane Alexandrov
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Requiem.
Age: ---
Roleplaying Experience: Four years.
How you found the site: I found this site through hours of browsing!
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[/size][/center]Name: Esther Dane Alexandrov.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twelve.
Hair Color: Black with dark blue tint.
Eye Color: Golden.
Skin Tone: Sickly grey and pale.
Height: 4' 9".
Weight: 80 lbs.
Wealth: Poor.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.
Why they are in La Campana: Esther's love of art had her captivated and enthralled with the human body. The fact that she had paintings, done by herself, of naked women scrawled across her floor, ceiling, walls, and furniture displeased her temporary guardians. She also had several sexual encounters with her Aunt.[/size]
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[/size][/center]Likes:
- Stuffed Animals.
- Paint.
- Crayons.
- Music.
- The Female Physique.
- Frilly Attire.
- Hair.
- Fire.
- Blades.
- Violins.
- Russian Roulette.
- Bows and Ribbons.
- Dresses and Skirts.
- Pain.
- Yarn.
- Torturing Small Animals.
Dislikes:
- Stupidity.
- Serious Behavior.
- Prejudice toward Individuality.
- Fattening Foods.
- Flat Heels.
- Pants.
- Children.
- Immaturity.
Turn Ons:
- Art-work.
- Music.
- Flames.
- Make-Up.
- Skinny Figures.
- Olders.
- Fur.
Turn Offs:
- Unhealthy Humans.
- Ugly Voices.
- American Accents.
- Ignorance.
Nervous Habits:
- Playing With Fire.
- Talking to her Stuffed Animals.
- Fidgeting with her Ribbons and Frills.
- Kicking feet.
- Humming or Singing.
Fears:
- Aunt.
- Harm of the Senses.
Goals/Aspirations:
- To create her own line of clothing.
- Compose a Sonata in A Minor.
- To meet Dmitri Hvorostovsky.
- Rule the world. <3
Appearance: Esther is extremely small in nearly every feature, her body being almost skeletal and her breasts non-existant. Her hands are dainty and frail with long nails that she keeps painted to whatever attire she happens to be wearing. Her clothing is traditional in full, her day-to-day attire always consisting of frilled dresses, or skirts, with either a bow-tie, laced cuff, or ribbon at the neck. All of her clothing is original, done by her own hand. Her eyes are light brown, almost golden in the light, and her mouth and nose are small to fit her skin-tight face. Because her skin is grey, rather than tan or black, she usually wears black make-up to make her face stand out. Her hair is short and spiked, colored with dark blue dye over her black locks. She has a deep scar running across her forehead.
Personality: Although she often acts slightly shy, Esther is incredibly hyperactive, constantly looking for a knew way to gain the attention of people that peak her interest. When around people that she is fond of, Esther is charming and seemingly young in thought, although her way of thinking is quite intellectual. When faced with a person that she does not particularly enjoy being in the presence of, Esther is sarcastic and manipulative, using her passive-aggressive behavior to win people's affection and trust. She uses her farce antics to get what she wants, going into manic tantrums when she is displeased with any sort of result of her actions. Even though she may seem sweet, Esther has an extremely angry disposition, constantly fluttering from one way of thinking to another. Most of the time, she is thinking one step ahead for any action that she may pursue. In doing so, she finds herself being amused by what others do, having an awkward and intriguing look of fascination. She often tries to keep her personal life away from others, although her actions are usually based off of her past.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Alexander Alexandrov // Deceased.
Mother: Svetlana Alexandrov // Deceased.
Sibling/s: Savro Alexandrov // Deceased.
Other important relatives:
Aunt - Lena Alexandrov // 34.
Uncle - Sasha Alexandrov // 38.
Pets: None.
History: Esther was born in the city of Belinsky, Russia by her mother, Svetlana, and her father, Alexander. Through-out her life, she was given many chances for artistic practice, her parents being artists, and took to music and painting, constantly working with piano, violin, and acrylics. Although she was given lessons for landscaping, Esther found an extreme fascination for the human body, gaining a detest for any other type of animal, although she loved owning furry objects that were pleasant to her touch. Because of her anti-social behavior, Esther's parents had an on-going attempt to give her small pets to play with and nurture, hoping that she would open up and try to associate herself with other children. However, the attempts were in vain. Esther had a fascination with killing her pets in brutal fashions, sometimes calling the slaughter "artistic", even though her parents were highly indifferent about the actions. Fed up with their quiet, although hyperactive, child, Esther's parents sent her to rehabilitation, where she charmed her therapist each day with her sweet, passive-aggressive, behavior. Although they often found Esther be-heading and playing with the entrails of her pets, her parents were unable to get her on medication due to lack of evidence. Once they had gotten enough, Esther's parents desciplined her with force, breaking her leg in their anger. Henceforth ignoring their messed up child, Esther's prents decided to have another child, wishing to create a better family without Esther.
When Esther was eight, her younger sister only a year old, she murdered her sibling while her parents were off at work. Using pens, she drew all over her infant sister's body, then drowning her in a large can of yellow house paint. Once her sister had stopped breathing, she continued by drawing hearts and stars with several different colors to match. Although artistic, Esther was not satisfied, and ended her brutality by slicing her sister open and splattering her organs on the floors and walls, writing "Åñëè Âû íå ìîæåòå ëþáèòü ìåíÿ, Âû íå ìîæåòå ëþáèòü íèêîãî," translated into, "If you cannot love me, you may not love anyone". Once she was happy with her "art", she cocked the family gun and awaited her father's return, swiftly shooting him in the cranium once he saw the gory mess, and while waiting for her mother, she doused the home in gasoline, quickly setting the place on fire when her mother spied the scene. Esther was the only survivor.
After the fire, Esther moved in with her Aunt and Uncle, brother and sister, not married. Her life there was quite different, finding often that she was touched inappropriately by her lesbian aunt. She was abused daily, and began to find comfort in the pain, deciding that if she was going to be hurt by others, then she would hurt herself as well. To draw away from her need to slaughter animals and young children, Esther cut herself, finding the carving to be a form of art. One occasion, after being assaulted by her aunt whilst her uncle was off on a business trip, Esther carved an intricate design of, what appeared to be, jewels into her own forehead. In a fit of rage, Esther's aunt attacked her and locked her into her room for several days where all that Esther had was her paint and her music. When her uncle returned and freed her from the solitary confinement, he found that she had drawn and painted naked women all over her entire room. Worried that her physical and mental health was on the line, he sent her to La Campana.
Roleplaying Sample:
With her blue locks bouncing, keeping in time with the soft pounce of her feet, Esther made her way down the hall. Her small arms wrapped protectively around a black violin case, golden eyes glaring at each and every person who passed her way in an accusatory manner. She did not know these people, and had no way of deciding whether or not they were trust-worthy, for she had never been one to trust others from a simple glance. Groups of people seemed to be judging her on her appearance, even though Esther knew that none of them were even worthy of viewing her in the first place. Her entire outfit was hand-made, coming out twelve inches from her waist before ending with black lace. The dress was one of her favorites, made when she was only nine-years-old. It was the first thing that she had sewn with her aunt, a young seamstress. The top was white with a large black cravate protruding from the neckline, topped with a red jewel, added for a twinge of color. The skirt of the dress was made entirely of black lace, poofed out with under-wire lining and a starched under skirt. Her legs were covered with striped hose that were colored in black and red, topped off with a pair of two-inch heeled, black and rounded shoes.
The stringed instrument was Esther's pride and joy, almost as important to her as her set of acrylics and brushes. Esther had been playing the violin since she was two, finding the instrument to be simple to pick-up. It acted as her comfort, being a quick safe-haven for any moment when she found her thoughts lifting toward harm of herself or others. As her uncle had once told her, harming others was highly frowned upon in almost any place and, even though it made no sense to Esther, she would need to try and keep herself in tip-top behavior while over-seas in Barcelona. To help her, he had reminded her of her sessions in rehabilitation. Esther would have to act charming and sweet, like a normal little girl of twelve years. The concept seemed simple enough at the time, but once she had realized the situation, constantly around others, her desperation and need to be alone grew seemingly impossible to grasp.
Upon accidentaly making contact with another student, Esther giggled slightly and began to inwardly panic. How was she supposed to react with such a happening? In Russia, she never had the problem of bumping into others, for she almost never left the confinement of her humble abode. Here, though, it seemed that she would never be able to keep to herself, which would leave no time for her to have content practice. She figured that if there were always people scurrying about the buildings, there would always be noise. Esther did not like noise... Especially when she was practicing her music.
"I apologize for accidentaly colliding with you!" she said with a nervous laugh before scurrying away from the, now frightened, student. English was not her native language and now that she would be unable to speak with others in her native tongue, she grew slightly uncomfortable, constantly wondering what the students thought of her bad translation. Receiving more odd looks, Esther found her way out of the growing crowd in the lobby of the school, taking a miniscule tinge of solitude in the women's restroom.
