aftur úr helvíti, nýtt nef, nýtt viðhorf. {ta}
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❝𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻!❞
"volatile even for a daemon" ◆ "great talent squandered" ◆ "at your own peril" ◆ "clever mind" ◆ "recruited by the athenaeum...as an exception"
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ◆ Estrid Emmanuella Villanueva
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ◆ E.V., Eevee𝐀𝐆𝐄 ◆ Twenty
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 ◆ 1 April
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 ◆ Aries𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄+𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 ◆ Bachelors + Second Year
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 ◆ Balliol College
𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ◆ Anthropology𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ◆ Daemon
𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒 ◆ Estrid can- though indeed she is not able to command the ability (often thought of as a curse)- hear the odd thought of a person in her proximity. As well, she might detect a heartbeat not belonging to herself on occasion, which makes her an effective lie-detector.
𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ◆ Like others of her ilk, she cannot harness/control any magic, despite being concocted and threaded together of the stuff. That said, Estrid has, in her past Athenaeum life, accidentally caused a man to explode in a fit of hysteria. That kind of, ah, ~thing, if she remembered doing it, Estrid might consider a weakness as it is very much un-checked.𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ◆ New York City, New York, USA
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ◆ Master's Field dormitories; ground floor study bedroom of undergraduate block𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ◆ Often described as "hanging by a very thin thread" in reference to her emotional state, which causes others to walk on egg shells around her. Estrid is tempermentally volatile, but otherwise, reserved in times of ease. She goes through stints of social withdrawal, preferring darkness and quiet to foster the same within her tumultuous body. Small things throw her off and can ruin her entire day, but certain things/people can bring her back from her mini frustrations and "geezer-like" stinginess. She has very lofty ideals about social behaviours and can make herself into an enforcer if she's irritated enough. Which hampers a good deal of Estrid's personal relationships- she's just too controlling. However, as a friend or lover, she's devoted as a retriever. Her heart seems to realise what her head so often does not, which is that those who choose to stay around should be held onto like grim death. Estrid can be a bit of a magnet- she moves easily, lithely, in spite of her pent-up vitriol for the world around her (and memories she cannot seem to bring to the surface); she breathes deeply and carries herself prettily; her rage is almost...musical. No wonder she had a bright future in ballet. Too bad, she's twisted beyond those once-lovely lines.
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ◆ Estrid is the child of immigrants; her father is originally from Oaxaca, while her mother comes from the sparsely-populated Icelandic city of Laugar. An unlikely pair with an even more unlikely child. Her mother raised Estrid on stories of Huldufólk and trolls and fairy stories of the like, so it might hardly be a wonder that she, a strangeling in her own right, glommed onto the notion of being some otherwordly creature- a changeling, maybe. An out-of-place creature with ...powers- ? A curse- ? Frightening things happened very much out of little Estrid's control, and at the time, that was all she really knew. That, and that she was full-to-bursting with something she simply didn't have the vocabulary for-
Ballet was just a way to get it all out in a burst of passion, a flurry of movement. She wasn't exactly "poised" in the beginning- it took years of practise for the art to come through- for the storm to be quelled even for just a moment. For a time, in her teen years, there was a lot of talk about Juilliard, which would have been a convenient choice as it was a stone's throw (a train ride) from the Villanueva household. However, a car crash and the resulting unfortunate knee injury would end any such talk as well as a once-promising career in dance. The lines, "spoiled".
But Estrid remains an intelligent girl, her balletic talent notwithstanding. Her marks (if not her behaviour) in school have always been superb. And, as a high schooler, she rather liked the idea of being in another country, well away from her parents who could only look and act as if she was some sort of dying animal roaming around their house. They pitied her and wanted desperately to gentle her, to discuss her loss of "the line", as Estrid calls it. Another country, another world- Oxford was to be her saviour.
Of course, there's always a "but" where Estrid is concerned. One stint in a secret society- one that claims to understand Estrid, what she is, why on earth she is- and she fucks it up within mere months. Royally, with blood on her hands, no less. (Let no one say Estrid doesn't know how to leave them wanting more.)
In any case, Estrid remembers all of her Fresher year at Balliol. The classes, the roommates, the tourist-y exploration of her new home, the fatigue and stress... everything, everything is still there, but there remains strange dark places her mind refuses to revisit, quite unbeknownst to Estrid. Some things forgotten have been "replaced" with instances of solitude, loneliness- self-inflicted fury. Some things don't make sense, but maybe it was all the stress of her courseload and the nightmares and all the newness of her surroundings. Still...
Some feelings cannot be shaken so easily. Some visions are so horrific as to be indelible. Blood-spattered feet, clothes, faces, hands, floors, walls, for instance. Estrid can't explain why she sees and seems to know things, strange things. She still can't answer questions that have plagued her since childhood about her own existance. It would be nice to have answers- even just an answer.
Yes, Estrid V. would kill for an answer.
𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ◆ Isis Jimenez
𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ◆ Estrid, Carmilla, Sadie
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