#girls did NOT raise a baby together while estelle called them a happy little couple or played a knight/princess trope in a play for nothing

[corinthbayrpg]

NAME. Estelle Alanis-Song AGE & BIRTH DATE. 150 & February 7th, 1871 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Werewolf OCCUPATION. Owner of a small hardware store FACE CLAIM. Adria Arjona

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death ) A child is born and she bears the mark of a monster. Above her cradle hangs a curse— and those who remark upon her dark eyes and discontent demeanour whisper their condolences to her mother, a wretch who is inconsolable, and alone. It was a witch who confirmed what she was, a passing woman who felt the source of her magic: what drives a child named after the stars is the same creature that draws fear through the village every full moon, filling every empty street with an abominable, horrible howl. There was a pack, the witch advised, where she could be raised with her kind. Estelle’s mother knew little of Greece yet, but she knew plenty of hours and she pushed her child into the strange woman’s arms. Now, many years have passed and all she knows of the woman who had given birth to her was her name: it was Adara, and she was ruled by fear.

And so it was the Argos that Estelle was to be raised with, a werewolf pack that fringed a city in Greece called Corinth, whose alpha carried the surname Alanis. They were pleased to take in the infant: a child was something moldable and without the scars of a life left behind their alpha gave her the name Alanis, adopting her into not only the pack, but their family. It was in this world that she was shaped and formed, becoming a girl with gunsmoke for breath and fire in her veins. If her birth mother had been human and scared, Estelle carried the brightness of a new star: she was bold and vibrant, tumbling through life with her adopted siblings with a laugh always in her throat. Even as a child, she was the smallest in her age group, compared to the brightness of the soon-to-be alpha and the rest of the Alanis brood, but it was her spirit that made her shine.

A girl, someone new as well, came to Corinth and her adopted mother encouraged her to try and befriend her: to make someone else feel as welcome as she did. Her name was Hana, and the two became fast friends. Where she was bold, Hana was demure and shy, clumsy with the language as Estelle helped her with the foreign syllables and the maze-like streets of the city. They were inseparable, growing from scabby-kneed children into young women. Life in the Argos pack was sweet then, there was no fear of death, there was always the promise of safety: and she found it easy to navigate her role, supportive of her adopted brother as he took the helm of alpha, proud of his accomplishments. It had never been a spot for her, and that was clear as the roundness of youth fell away from her face and was replaced by the ever-present wickedness of her smile.

Estelle Alanis was a wild woman; she faced life like a matador in the ring, or a lion-fighter in a cage. No fear. Her desire to try anything once got her in trouble often, but it was her streak of fondness and Hana’s chiding words that had her grounded, tethered and sweet. They were excellent friends, everyone would remark as she calmed by the other woman’s side, growing soft as rain. She could not tell when she had started to love Hana, when it became true that there would be no life for her without the other werewolf in it— but their first kiss was something stolen and shy, paired with laughter from those around them, a secret desire that had been disguised as a dare.

Their second kiss was under the cover of a fuchsia bougainvillea, and the sweet blooms matched the flush on both of their faces, swallowing up their giggles in the low light of a late evening. It was then that she was certain that this was love, to care for someone more than yourself; and while duty bound her to the Argos it was her heart that kept her bound to Hana. Curiosity towards other figures that roamed in their lives had never blossomed beyond curiosity and her hand never quite fit in another’s quite like it did Hana’s. They outgrew youth and they became adults, capable and as always, together. They got a home, one with two bedrooms and a view out onto the ocean where the flower beds were full of blooms and the path to the garden was shrouded by those bright pink flowers that she had grown so fond of and as they grew older, they were happy.

Her siblings had their own children, and Estelle watched as her brother began to raise three children— all with the potential to one day be the alpha of the Argos pack. The pack expanded and it shrunk, matching the events of the years that passed, the two got married, and then, when things finally seemed settled: they wanted a family of their own. She wanted to bear a child, to have one that carried her name and her features: to love someone that she would never cast away in fear regardless of the genes that they held, but the universe is not kind to those who seek out these things in earnest and the search for options turned up fruitless for the couple. It was by chance that they heard of Zoey, a girl in need of adoption, looking for somewhere steady to lay roots.

They brought her into their home, and into their arms, giving her both of their surnames to carry. An entire pack raised their girl. Estelle hung every constellation up from her ceiling from strings and Hana poured over every child-rearing book as they tried to make things perfect, to give her the most love that they could. When Zoey was older, they started to look back into their options, to find ways to become parents again— but this time technology had kept up with their desires and a donor was found.

There was so much joy in carrying a child. Estelle whispered lullabies to her, and Zoey, then still young, would press her ear to listen for a heartbeat, looking up with delight as her mothers promised her a baby sister to love and to take care of. They laboured over names, over paint colours for the nursery, and over every decision that was required to make things perfect: until eventually she was born, and she was beautiful, and they named her Lily.

A human girl, with no mark of the supernatural upon her, Estelle felt it fervently that she must be protected. She would not grow into magic, there would be no claws and teeth beneath her skin that would one day protect her from those that wanted to hunt her. Before she was old enough to remember, the two parents decided that it was best to move their family somewhere safer, where they would all have the chance of living in peace.

They settled in a farmhouse in the country, somewhere quiet and beautiful where they could live out the rest of their lives with their children, then grandchildren after— content by the sweet smell of summer and the easy winters that brushed upon the land. Getting settled somewhere new made Estelle feel young again, eager to explore someplace different than where she had lived their entire lives: and often she dragged Hana out for date nights where Zoey was a willing babysitter. Their perfect world was stolen from them, and their two girls as well, the home that they returned to that evening was torn apart and only devastation remained inside.

Grief could rot someone from the inside out and staying in that house, in isolation and surrounded by the things that had once belonged to their two daughters made Estelle inconsolable. Picture frames lay on tables face down, she hardly left her bed and the curtains were always drawn shut. Her heart, once light and full of laughter, had crippled with heartache— only mended by Hana’s enduring love, and her strength.

They needed help, to return to familiar grounds and people that they loved. What remained of their home and the memories that they salvaged were packed into boxes for a time that they would be strong enough to go through them, and everything else was shipped back to Corinth. They would purchase a new home, Estelle a new business, and there they would start to rebuild, to cobble their lives back together.

PERSONALITY

+ compassionate, enthusiastic, nurturing - sensitive, morose, proud

PLAYED BY SAM. EST. She/Her.