Post by Estille on Jan 23, 2011 20:22:08 GMT -5
"Bahamut" Estille
"I find it cute that you don't realize exactly how much of your life belongs to me..."
Custom Title: The Lost Summon
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Family: N/A
Race: Lizard (Formerly Dragon)
Sexual Orientation: Asexual (though she teases)
Home World: Gaia
Alignment: Pff, humans are silly. Why bother with sides?
Job: Being a lizard
Items: None
Accessories: None
Appearance:
Estille is impressive only in color. Only 2'3" feet from nose to tail, she's not exactly in any position to be kicking anyone around, but she tries anyways -- in fact, she's often wrapped around her poor victim's neck like a collar or standing on their head for a better view. She crawls like any lizard, dragging her belly quickly across the ground and weaving through tiny cracks and niches as easily as a human walking through a door. Earthy shades lace across her tough, scaly body. This used to be the perfect camouflage for surviving in Cosmo Canyon, but anywhere else it makes her stand out as a "rare and valuable creature", which is ultimately counterproductive to her going anywhere, because those greedy little fleshlings just can't seem to stop trying to capture her for a bit of prophet. Those bastards. Most impressive of all are her stunning ice blue eyes, which are always flashing with pride or gleaming as a clever plan formulates in her surprisingly complex mind.
She is a lizard, and therefore isn't capable of eating typical human food. Her needle like teeth are a clear indication that she would much rather eat a bird or mouse than a hamburger -- heck, that stuff isn't even real meat -- but as much as fresh meat makes her mouth water, nothing compares to the glee she gets from slurping up stolen eggs.
Personality:
Man, that is one bitchy little lizard. If there's anyone you don't want to get the bad side of, it's Estille. She holds grudges for years before she forgives someone, and in that time will do everything in her power to make said person's life a living hell. She's very proud, despite her size, and nothing irks her more than being tossed around or picked up when she doesn't want to be. She's a BAHAMUT, for fuck's sake.
No less than an imp, her favorite form of entertainment is playing pranks and manipulating others. Even though she is quite capable of human speech, Esille sometimes chooses not to speak -- just like Mr. Ed, but with ten times the attitude. Humans are an annoyance in her eyes, but she doesn't particularly hate them. They're just too much fun. In fact, it's not uncommon for her to adopt a poor person and make them her "pet", clinging to them and using them primarily as means of transportation. After you become her pet, good luck trying to get rid of her. Actually, it's probably best you just live with it unless you want lizard poo in your coffee or something.
In the past, she was a summon. A very powerful summon. Then she got screwed. But she hasn't forgotten, and that's where her pride comes from. She insists that she be referred to as "Bahamut Estille", and anyone who doesn't call her that will wake up the next morning with one less toe. Despite being a prankster, her diction sometimes adapts an almost militant speech pattern, as if she were a Sargent drilling her underlings.
Oh, and she also wants to rule the world... that too.
History:
Once upon a long long ago, there were not three, but four Bahamuts. Estille was the second oldest of her siblings, but she was definitely the most proud. And why shouldn't she be? Standing taller than a two-story building, she squashed anyone who she didn't like like a 'leetle buggy-bug' and went on her way. Her hide was as hard as diamonds, her claws as sharp as swords, and fearsome beam as hot as the sun. She was unstoppable and she knew it. But she was a summon, and that meant she was linked to some materia somewhere. Even she didn't know where it was, but she was obliged to follow whoever summoned her. Luckily, the summon materia was tucked away deep in a crevice in the farthest reaches of the Cosmo Canyon, so she never had to deal with such subservience.
That was until Shinra came along. When they were doing their dirty little job, they stumbled upon her by accident. That was the beginning of her world crashing down. They took her materia back to the lab... they really really seemed to like experiments... and decided to figure out what would happen if you broke summon materia. It took them a while, but that's what they did. Suddenly, she was confused and disoriented, surrounded by lights and the panicked chatter of men.
How dare they?! She would kill them! What right did they have to summon her?! Little humans... that were... getting... bigger? Roaring and rampaging, she crashed the place, but something was oh so wrong. Everything just kept growing! She tried to burn them, but she couldn't even charge her beam! Why? Why? Why was this happening? They were staring DOWN at her now, not terrified, but curious. Then she realized... they weren't getting bigger, she was getting smaller. She was a lizard. She was powerless.. and... she was... sleepy. Everything went dark.
When she woke up, she was secluded in a glass cage. Oh, how many times she wished she could get out and rip those white coats' throats out. She always told herself that she'd get revenge one day. She never actually did, but she managed to escape when weird shit started going down. People were all dead (hah) and the ones who were alive were groaning things about AVALANCHE (whoever they were) and Sephiroth (like she cared.) That was her chance. She slid out easily. It took a little bit of pushing and shoving, but the machine that was locking her cage was broken and malfunctioning like crazy.
So there she was. Free, but alone and powerless. She had to live as a pray animal, running from the many creatures who saw her as an easy meal. Her former power was gone, poof, vanished into thin air never to be recovered, but she couldn't accept that. She'd find a way to get back her strength, and when that day came, they'd all hide. They'd better. Too bad her search was in vane, and always would be, but she would never stop trying. Maybe if she couldn't get all of her power back, she could still recover some?
She was a broken weapon. A fallen dragon. A lost summon. Useless. But she'd get them back one day.
Abilities:
* maneuverability
* speed
* teeth n' claws
* very limited ability to breath fire (more like a few sparks)
Summons: ... snerk
Magic: N/A
Strengths:
She doesn't have many of these, but being a lizard, she has heightened senses, and heat vision as well as her regular vision. She's sly, a quick thinker and a very good liar. Her degrading size makes her just big enough to use people as a perch, and her sharp claws allow her to scramble up most surfaces.
Weaknesses:
Well gods. Would you look at her? Do you think that that tiny little thing can actually hurt you? At most, she can bite off your fingers, but she can't exactly kill you unless you let her get to your throat, but you can easily throw her off you before then. Along with that, she has a phobia of water. She can't swim to save her life, so just hold her over a pool and she'll lose it. But be careful because she might pee on your hand. Oops.
Weapon Teeth, claws, and tiny sparks
Crushes: POWER HAHAHA!...I mean what?
How did you find us? Raze bothered me until I joined. Hurp.
Role Play Sample:
Oh my god, what the hell. Where was she? It was dark and dank, wherever she was, and she knew she didn't have time for this."Well gawrsh stoo, wutchu rekun that thur lizurd iz?" said a voice from somewhere. Oh hell no. As her eyes adjusted, Estille was just able to make out that she was in a broken down hut out in the middle of what looked like deep woods. How did she she even get here? "Wull I dunno Bobby-Jeeeeen, but it looks mighty rare n' exphinsuv. Betchu we'd get a forchun from some rich city fellurs if we turned it in." Another voice said. Suddenly, a big burly man was sticking his face close to her rat cage and staring at her with a googly, wall-eyed expression.
He was just asking for a new nose piercing, wasn't he? Well, she'd be more than happy to oblige. Hissing and curling her back as much as it could curl, she lurched forward, smashing against the pathetic mesh cage and shoving her snout through the opening. Snip. Nosebleed. The man howled and lurched back, smashing into his poor (yeah right) bewildered partner, who screamed and doubled back into a rake, which in turn knocked over some boxes which knocked over her rusty cage. She fell to the ground with a thud. Oh. Hey. The latch was open! They forgot to even lock it! Pff. Dumbasses. Growling, she scampered out of the chaos, then reconsidered and scrambled on top of a high shelf to stare down at the recovering philistines.
"Now, you listen here you pathetic little slush-for-brains!" she said nastily and curled her lip in disgust, "I'm not your average 'purdy lil' lizurd', and I could easily kill you if I felt like it, but I don't. So fuck you." Huh, yeah, that felt good. Satisfied with the chaos, the lizard slipped out the exit for a second time, laughing all the way to town. "Oh, yeah... someone probably heard that."
It was out in the middle of the woods! Who would have heard her? Answer, whatever was making those bushes wiggle.
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