☽ Estelle Winters ☾

Full Name

Estelle R. Winters

Nickname(s)

Stella, Elle, Fawn

Age

25

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Lesbian

Birthdate

December 5th

Zodiac

Saggitarius

Aroma

Sweet florals and vanilla

Appearance

creds to Lunevani on picrew

Estelle is a very interesting looking woman, to say the least. She stands at a tall height of 5'10, nearing 5'11. Her choice of shoes usually increases her height. She has a slim, very feminine build. Though she is a very feminine woman, she is a noticeably muscular person. The most noticeable thing about her is her skin. It's slightly tanned, and has patches of pale, nearly white scattered throughout. It's caused by a condition called vitiligo, which has also affected her hair.

Estelle's skin is heavily freckled, and it seems there's not a single place where she doesn't have freckles. She has soft features, and is often described as 'having the appearance of a deer', hence her nickname Fawn. Her face shape is long and slightly sharp. Her nose is straight and upturned at the end, paired with full, soft pink lips. Her eyes are doe-like and framed by long, thick black lashes. She has pale brown, almost golden eyes. They are flecked with darker brown. Her brows are rounded and well-maintained. Although she may look like a sweet woman, her height and muscular body gives off an intimidating aura. She towers over the majority of other woman and some men, giving her an advantage.

Estelle has long, brunette hair that is an odd mix of curly and wavy. It falls in waves, though curls at the ends and around her face. The underside takes on more of a curly aspect. Her hair falls just below her shoulderblades, though she may often have it tied back. It is soft and well maintained. The hair that frames her face is a brilliant white in color, caused by her condition. It is rather pretty, though incredibly odd at first glance.

She has a horrid, long and jagged scar on her stomach. It begins above her naval, and crosses over her ribcage on the right side. She doesn't talk about where it came from. Other than that, Estelle is a beautiful woman and she uses it to her advantage.

Estelle has very perfect teeth, although she has two extra canines. All of her canines are extremely sharp, and the two extras are on the top set of her teeth. They do cause some problems, but it makes for a cool smile. She has various pericings. The entirety of both of her ears are pierced, adorned with sets of silver jewelry. She had a silver septum piercing, small yet still noticeable. She has an array of tattoos. Estelle has a death moth on her left hand, and a luna moth on her right. Floral and insect tattoos line both of her arms, almost resembling a sleeve. Her thighs have two different skulls on either one. Her right is a deer skull with rosemary surrounding it, and her left is a cat skull with lavender. She has the phases of the moon going down her spine, and various others on her back, ribcage, and sternum.

Personality

Estelle is quite the character. She's a very flirtatious and teasing woman, using seduction or charm to get her way. She's also incredibly romantic. She will spoil her partner with both attention and gifts, with her love language being physical touch. She makes very romantic gestures and treats her partner with nothing but respect and pure love. Estelle always seems to be touching whoever she's with, whether it be holding their hand or just brushing her knee against theirs.

Estelle can be viewed as an opinionated person. While she doesn't force her opinions onto others, she will voice them even if the person has a completely opposite view. It's probably the worst thing about her. She is an incredibly intimidating person, and enforces this aspect of her. She can be snappy, rude, and aggressive as needed. Generally though, she is very sweet and patient towards those she likes. Estelle is caring and loving, though not very loved. She's good at her profession and often shows no remorse towards her targets.

Estelle has a soft side she only shows to her close friends or lovers. She is incredibly observant, she always notices if someone's in a bad mood or if something is off. This doesn't mean she'll try to cheer them up, though. She is quite intuitive, and is rarely wrong when she makes an assumption or feels like something isn't right.

Estelle can be manipulative and two-faced. She's petty and overthinks a lot of things, and is a very vivacious woman. She will gain the trust of a target, then turn around and betray them whenever they trust her the most. It's the best way of getting the job done, and she often doesn't feel remorseful about it. Sometimes, though, it eats her alive and she has to take a break before she accepts another contract.

Likes

- Cats

- Late spring

- Physical touch

- Company

- Nature/any sort of plant

- The color purple

- Teasing people

Dislikes

- Most dogs

- Arrogance

- Being talked down to

- Losing

- Embarassment/being flustered

- Watermelon

- Crowded areas

Significant Other

None

Crush

None

Kin

Mostly distant relatives

Other

Has an Irish accent, thickness varies

A figure bustled around in a dimly lit greenhouse, the only source of light being the sun faintly peeking over the horizon. It had yet to rise, and wouldn't for a while longer. Another figure joined in, although this one was a lot smaller. Estelle laid a hand on the fluffy head of her cat, who purred and rubbed up against her. The cat's thick, dark fur was soft and silky. Estelle continued to water her array of plants, which varied from food plants to poisonous nightshades. "What do you think, Toulouse? Add another poisonous one to our collection?" She cooed as she bent down to the cat's level, gazing into his bright golden eyes. They seemed to glow in contrast to his dark black fur. Toulouse meowed in response, a pitiful sound that could barely be classified as a meow. It was more of a honk.

Estelle stood back up straight and made a final round around the greenhouse before exiting. The sun was rising steadily now, the sky a beautiful mixture of pinks and yellows. She entered her home again, grinning as she was greeted by her other cats. They swarmed her and wrapped around her legs, trapping her in a circle. Estelle chuckled and stepped out of the circle, making her way over to their food bowls. She carefully filled them all and hurried away, watching as the cats rushed over with panicked meows. They acted as though they had never eaten a day in their lives.

Her attention was brought to the little mail slot on her door as she heard a faint sound of paper dropping. Estelle tilted her head and walked over to the front door, squinting as the light from the glass caught in her eyes. She picked up the envelope, which was sealed with a crimson red wax. Her hand ran through her bi-colored hair as she stared at the sender on the envelope. Huh, that was odd. She was never invited to these sorts of things. Estelle made her way to her kitchen table and sat down on one of the dark oak chairs, opening the envelope with great care. An invitation to a masked party, tonight.

"Bullshit. Just a waste of my time." She muttered, resting her head on the palm of her hand as she re-read the letter. A frown crossed her features. Then an idea popped into her head. She had recently lost the trail of her target, a young woman named Samira. It was embarrassing and she couldn't seem to find any information on the woman whatsoever. But.. if she were to attend this party, perhaps she could get intel? Or even possibly find her there? It was unlikely the woman would be there, but it was worth a shot.

Her frown was replaced with a smile, and she hurriedly got up from the table without pushing her chair in. Clutching the letter in a white-knuckled grip, Estelle hurriedly made her way up the stairs and into her room. Her house wasn't very large, although it was very cozy. She had plants everywhere, and the theme of her home was green, brown, and gold. It looked like something out of some fantasy movie.

Her room was the same, and was decorated with multiple different types of lighting. Fairy lights hung on the wall that emitted a soft, golden glow were the most popular choice. Estelle didn't turn on the overhead light, as the sunlight streaming in from the balcony and windows seemed to be enough.

Her sheer, sage colored curtains placed in front of the sliding door to the balcony didn't exactly keep light out. Estelle approached her closet and immediately flicked through her multitude of clothes, until she found what she wanted. A beautiful, tight form fitting lace dress. It reached the floor and dragged behind her, and was a beautiful maroon color. It's backless, and has a deep v shape in the front. On the chest and neckline, it's adorned with obsidian black gems. A very beautiful dress, and perfect for such an event.

Now, her only problem is finding a mask. The distinct white markings on her skin and in her hair were troublesome and would give her identity away almost immediately. Estelle raced back downstairs, grabbing her car keys from the little dish in the kitchen. It wasn't too long before she reached town, her destination the little vintage clothing store. She had been there many times, and they had masks suitable for such an event. Estelle made her way inside, the little golden bell on the door dinging as she pushed it open. "Stella! What're you here for?" The old man at the counter greeted her with an enthusiastic tone and a bright smile. "Harold! I'm looking for a mask.. one that covers my whole face. Do you have anything suitable?" She asked with a curious tone, lengthening her stride as she walked up to the counter.

Estelle leaned against the worn out wooden counter, watching as the man's face turned to one of concentration. His face lit up again, and he turned and rushed off to the back of the store. Harold emerged minutes later, holding a mask in hand. The mask is a beautiful black in color, and the face of a deer.

Little crimson gems adorn the entirety of it, and sprouting from the top are two winding antlers. The antlers resembled your classic white tail buck, yet they were still beautiful. Jewelry dangled on the antlers, and short feathers were attached to the sides of the mask.

"Perfect, huh Fawn?" Harold beamed widely, resting the mask on the counter. Estelle picked it up, her eyes widening slightly at the feeling of it. It was made from a silky soft fabric, and the feathers appeared to be real. "This one's on the house. Have a lovely day." Estelle then profusely thanked the man, and went back out to her car. She couldn't stop running her hands over the material of the mask, which seemed to be absolutely perfect.

Estelle sat in the seat of her car for a moment longer, finally resting the mask in her passenger seat. A party was just what she needed to relax and unwind. No way the target would be there, right? So there really was no need for her to be on high alert and start searching. She started her car up, listening to the loud roar of the engine as it came to life. It didn't take that long for her to arrive back home, and she cut the engine as she pulled into the driveway. Now, how did she want to do her hair? And her makeup? There were so many options, and so little time. For her, everything needed to be perfect and in place. Such short notice stresses her out. Estelle pulled her keychain from her pocket, listening to the clanking of all of the dangling keys. She grabbed the mask from her seat, and swung her door open.

Her hands fidgeted with the keychain for a moment, fingers nimbly flipping through all of the keys until she found a specific one. An older key, the one golden paint turned silver and chipped off in some areas from years of usage. It was dented and slightly bent, yet it still got the job done. No need for a new one just yet. The air outside was warm and sweet, carrying the scents of late spring. The sun that was now climbing steadily in the sky shimmered down upon her, illuminating the droplets of dew that were still wet in the grass. Estelle made her way up the cobblestone pathway to her porch, mindful to avoid stepping in the grass. She readied her key and slid it into the doorknob, fiddling with it for a moment before the door finally unlocked with a soft click.

From inside, before the door even opened, she could hear the scrabbling and scratching of claws on hardwood. The cats knew she was back home and they would be fighting for who gets her attention first. As she cautiously opened the door, mindful not to hit any cat in the way, she was met with a chorus of meows. They ranged in tone, some soft and sweet, some deep and rasped. The doorway led off into the living room, which was just to the side of the kitchen. A large window was placed just before the door at the very end of the room, dividing the kitchen and living room.

Bright golden light streamed in and spilled onto the dark floors, lighting them up to make them appear as a deep honey color. The cats, who varied in color, stood waiting. Toulouse was the first to greet her, rubbing his large body against her legs. "Silly boy." Estelle cooed, reaching down to rub her hands between his ears. He purred in response, pushing his head up into her palms. The sunlight was warm against her skin, and she could feel the warmth on the cat's coat. She had been basking in the sun just moments ago, she could tell. For someone who was a murderer, she sure did have a lot of love in her heart.

Estelle made her way into the kitchen, careful not to trip over the cats that rushed out in front of her. She rested her mask down on one of the marbled counters and leaned against it, closing her eyes as she felt the warm sun wash over her mottled face.