Character Name: Esti alab'Zeru "Ti"
Canon/Original: Canon
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Family: Father: Zeru sem'Zigor
Mother: Amaya alab'Zigor
Brothers: Xanti [18] and Iņaki [16]
[[Multiple step-mothers/step-siblings pending]]
Spirit:: N/A
Occupation: Daughter of Warlord Zeru sem'Zigor
Place of Habitation: da'Zeru
Physical Description:
Esti has never been considered particularly striking in her looks, although at fourteen she is still coming into her own as a woman of the tribe. The lightness of her skin is an unusual, and somewhat undesirable trait, though in the spring and summer her skin darkens easily to a honeyed bronze. The fairness of face that graced Amaya was passed on to Ti - her delicate cheekbones and full lips draw a look of graceful femininity, while her father's strong jaw and set nose portray her stubborn nature. Black eyes give Esti's face an almost animal quality, their slant typical of Zerui tribes. Her body is long and lithe, molded into shape through dance and riding. And although her curves may still be hidden under adolescence's veil, Ti holds the promise of emerging a beautiful woman.
Personality:
Behind the soft lips of this Zerui girl lies a silver tongue. At times crude and cruel, at times charming, Ti can talk her way out of trouble with relative ease, as long as she's talking to her mother or older brothers. The women of the tribe whisper behind her back that she's bound for celibacy due to her boyish ways and stubborn demeanor. Esti is a headstrong girl, unbroken as a new colt, and it is the opinion of many that she needs to be broken before she is wed to Xanti, as is custom.
But the prospect of her brother rising to the Warlord's status seems far off, for her father is still well and strong. And Ti prays he remains that way, for she has a secret. Esti has decided in her heart that the man she marries will not be stuffy, controlling Xanti. Little she knows that Xanti has a secret, too.
Esti has a soft spot for the horses of the tribe and will spend hours among them without any company or need for human companionship - escaping the demands of what her mother calls "woman's work" and letting her heart be free for a while. For while she is determined, Esti knows the consequences of her choice, and is afraid. Behind her rebellious facade is a frightened girl, one that everyone can see. Esti has never been good at hiding who she is, and while she's convinced herself that rebellious is who she is, the tribe knows that she'll settle to her fate eventually, or face the consequences.
History:
Born to Amaya and Zeru sem'Zigor, Esti was the second child and first daughter of the warlord and his sister-wife. Her sibling was, unfortunately, a male, and so Esti's life was planned out from the beginning. As she grew, she became increasingly aware that she was not like the other girls of the tribe - the girls would not play with her because of her tomboyish ways, and the boys feared being chased away by her parents. During her adolescence, Esti happened to be caught kissing one of her dear friends and was forbidden to see him again. She was whipped as a reminder that she needed to be kept pure for Xanti.
Esti came of age one year ago and receives constant reminders that she is a full woman of the tribe now. Nevertheless, she continues her childish ways, rejecting sewing and cooking in favor of hiding among the horses. Now that she has reached the age that men have begun to catch her eye, and she theirs, things have changed. Few of the men of the tribe have ever approached her, for they know she is intended for the Warlord's eldest son, and the constant ignoring has given her a low self-image. She is very fond of her second brother, Iņaki, and will go to see him often.
Plot Potential:
Esti is in love with Iņaki (just not fully aware of that yet), and her rejection of Xanti as her future husband could prove problematic. The tribe thinks of her rather disfavorably. Possible ostracism is involved, and I'd be interested to see what anyone else could come up with involving her. She's often into mischief, so anything could really happen.
SAMPLE RP:
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The darkness that swallowed the duchess and her spymaster only made each touch seem more surreal, as though at any moment one of them could wake up in their bed, alone, with just this distant dream. Each gentle caress such a strange and sweet sensation - for all the talk of Benthian discipline and domineering, no one had ever considered that passion might go two ways. That a curse and a kiss were two sides of the same coin.
Elspeth had reluctantly begun preparing herself to step back into the room where all Rawlin's men, and John Whitfield, awaited their return - however, all those thoughts dissipated in seconds as she found strong hands on her hips, pulling her back to William's embrace. As the two rested, brows pressed lightly together, breath mingling, Elspeth half expected that to be all. It seemed that Will had other ideas, and although his previous statement had seemed on the side of teasing, she was lost as to a snappy reply.
Oh, that laugh! A dark, sweet, seductive promise in itself! Will had never been praised as having a silver tongue, but it was here that Elsa realized he had never needed it. Just his laugh, his lips, his hands alone were all the words either of them needed. The stroke of velvet on brocade as he lifted her off the floor was a whisper of desire, and just one more kiss turned into one more, into another, an endless daisy chain of kisses. If not her lips, her nose, her brow, her cheek - anywhere, until the fearsome duchess of Benthey had been reduced to a warm and breathless weight in his arms. Chest heaving, Elsa was content to stroke her fingers over the soft bristle of his beard, his hair, the hard arch of his cheekbone until her feet struck solid ground.
"Please tell me the invitation to patrol outside your bedchamber tonight still stands." It was nothing more than a growl, primal and low, but there it was; and what a decision the duchess had to make! Her first reaction was to slap him, and she did - but only lightly, afraid that a harsh noise would bring the outsiders to the door.
"I am a lady," she murmured, the tips of their noses brushing fondly. "But more importantly, I am a duchess." In the dark, Elspeth was sure he couldn't see her devious smile. "And I do not invite you to guard me, I command it." Delirious with what she'd just done, she had to kiss him - just once, one more. . . or perhaps another? His lips - so sweet, so fierce, and at the same time, so gentle. And oh, just to stay here, in his arms, and forget the audience awaiting outside! Not now, she thought, pressing a last reverent kiss to his brow.
"But Will," the duchess whispered, softer than ever before, "I can promise nothing." |
What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: ((right))
This seems good to me. You might want to add a couple of sentences to personality. It's interested that she considers herself rebellious; as you know, I like it. But it still needs just a little.. something.
Lia?
I think this application is lovely. I'm looking forward to seeing how the plot plays out, and seeing more of Esti. Welcome to Thiasa.