It is with much shame (because I took so goddamn long) and pleasure (because...writing accomplishment?) that I am finally able to post up Esmé's CS. Phew! On to other game preparations!
- Shapeshifting: Able to shift fully into an animal or morph part of herself to gain animalistic attributes
- Flight: Whether in her human form or while disguised as an animal -- yes, even animals that typically are unable to fly
- Psychic: While she can't literally read minds, Esmé is able to pick up on a person’s emotions. Having honed this skill over the centuries, it’s not hard for her to guess a person’s motives based on their feelings.
Willowy and lithe, Esmé's most striking features aren't her fluid grace or pearlescent skin but her waist-length ombre emerald green hair and lustrous gold cat eyes. Standing at 5'9" barefoot, she generally gives the impression of being taller thanks to the constant addition of high heeled boots and the fact that her feet never seem to actually touch the ground. Her wardrobe is made up entirely of colors from the darker end of the spectrum, the only accent of vibrancy coming from her hair and makeup. Although Esmé has none of the vampiric needs and weaknesses of a traditional Western vampire, she tends to sport a pair of fangs -- her own inside joke. She has a tattoo of a dandelion
decorating her right shoulderblade, traveling along the crook of her shoulder before ending at the base of her neck. As well as a tattoo of abstract roses
swirling along the side of her left thigh.Personality:
Esmé could be described as mercurial at best. Generally, she comes across as relatively laidback, typically keeping out of the way but always in the background. However, she's always available when needed although it comes with a price, and never paid in something as simple as money. With a sarcastic attitude that may come across as snarky to some, she has a tendency to unintentionally rub people the wrong way with her knowing and annoyingly superior air -- thanks to her psychic ability. Flirtatious by nature, her actions may not always reflect her mindset. A meaningful gaze, a lingering touch, or hidden implications behind her words...sometimes it's hard to tell whether it's all in your head or if her every move is intentional. It's not hard for those who know Esmé to tell when something, or someone, has piqued her interest. The lax and lackadaisical veil is lifted to reveal her as bold and brazen; a woman who knows exactly what she wants and plans to get just that. Backstory:
Born in Evreux, France as the illegitimate daughter of Meredith Whitehall and the Baron of Boullion, Esmé was simply one of the Baron’s many unknown and forgotten children. A man with an insatiable appetite for women, the Baron took on countless mistresses. Once her belly began to swell with child, his attentions would soon begin wandering to younger and more lascivious women. Some particularly bold rumors whispered that the Baron even bedded his own daughters, too blinded by lust to realize the ugly truth.
But this all ended with Měinǚ. With doe-eyed looks and dainty features, Měinǚ’s porcelain skin and lustrous black hair turned heads effortlessly. The exotic Asian beauty had completely enraptured the Baron and all his household with her modest and humble personality. Always sweet and available, Měinǚ soon became the person everyone went to. For advice, for sharing good news, for crying on a friendly shoulder...all save for Esmé. For reasons Esmé couldn’t put her finger on, Měinǚ simply made her skin crawl. There was something unnatural about the woman’s impossibly pale skin in how it was perfectly unlined and blemish free, yet utterly poreless and baby-soft. Something uncanny in the way she held herself, always so poised and amiable, never a frown or sharp word. Something entirely off-putting about the way Měinǚ always seemed to know exactly what a person wanted or needed.
A few months after Měinǚ's arrival at the Château de Navarre, an ague befell the château which had one resident after another succumbing to illness. It always began with light-headedness and general weakness, then loss of appetite until they slowly wasted away and fell to feverish fits. No one knew how the illness began and while hushed whispers of malaria and sideways glances were thrown towards the château's new mistress, no one dared to question the kind-faced beauty. Until the Baron himself took ill.
At this point in her life, as the Baron's bastard daughter and 27 years old, Esmé had come to accept that her prospects in life would not improve past serving the Baron's household. Over the years, she had become familiar with all household tasks but working in the kitchen was by far the most rewarding. As the household slowly dwindled over the months, with no new servants daring to enter service from fear of sickness, Esmé eventually found herself in charge of the kitchen entirely. When the Baron became bedridden, this meant being called up at all hours to bring him a desired meal.
During one of these nights, as Esmé brought a tray of food to the Baron's bedroom, Měinǚ sat on the edge of the bed leaning over the Baron. Not wanting to intrude on such a private moment between the two, Esmé quietly set the tray down on the table only to let out a stifled gasp of shock as she caught a glimpse of something not right
. Měinǚ swiveled around at the sound, fully revealing her horrific true nature -- a long proboscis-like tongue snaked out of the thing's
gaping mouth to the Baron's neck, twin points of needlelike incisors gleamed red in the candlelight even as the creature's eyes reflected flat and entirely black. A scream stuck in Esmé's throat as panic overtook her, her mind unable to process what she was seeing. As the monster jumped off the bed and flew towards her with supernatural lightness and terrifying grace, Esmé was thrown against the wall and momentarily stunned. A burning pinprick against her neck was quickly followed by waves of euphoria, numbness and an irresistible lure to unconsciousness that threatened to drown her wild panic. Something cold sliced against the palm of her hand and she realized with a struggle through the fog of her mind that it was the knife from the dinner tray.
Hours later, Esmé jolted awake with a start only to be greeted by the weak morning sunlight revealing Měinǚ's...no, that thing's
corpse. Sick to her stomach, it was a while before Esmé could compose herself enough to think logically. From what she could piece together, she had been incredibly lucky and sawed partway through the thing's tongue. It had then staggered away, likely in shock, and bled out. Eerily enough, its corpse had regained its human visage of Měinǚ but no, no, it wasn't
all a dream. The Baron was dead. She couldn't tell how much of the blood on her clothes was her own and she had sustained several shallow gashes on her person along with the deep cut across her palm and a swollen welt had formed on her neck. Definitely not a dream.
So she did what any sane person would do and fled the château. The following evening found Esmé in agony as she underwent her first transformation. Batlike wings sprouted from her back and her own fangs sliced her bottom lip as her jaw dislocated while her tongue lengthened to impossible proportions. But it was the hunger
that was impossible to bear...Over the next few months, she left a trail of bodies in her wake. During the next few years she learned that it wasn't just human blood that sated her hunger, but human entrails and pregnant women...mm, yes, unborn fetuses were particularly delicious. After a decade, she had grown quite adept at the use of her powers along with learning that it was possible to feed on humans little by little the way Měinǚ had. Naturally beautiful, her new "diet" lent her an unearthly allure and men flocked to her eagerly. It soon became far too easy to take her choice of men, marry into their wealthy household and savor her "meals" at her leisure.
At the beginning of her new life, she found herself ravaged by guilt during the day with the knowledge of the crimes she committed during the night. Yet with each passing year, she cared less and less. The more she saw, the more apparent it became that humanity was nothing but base desires, greed, and selfishness. Instead, she grew more and more curious about others of her kind and eventually traveled throughout Asia in search of answers. During her travels, she never met another such as herself but heard many tales -- all of which were different, yet similar. Aswang, Mandurugo, and Manananggal in the Philippines. Penanggal in Malaysia, Leyak in Indonesia, Krasue in Thailand and Ap in Cambodia. Resigned to her fate, but mostly bored, Esmé made her way to America and has wandered the continent since, the tally of her body count steadily rising. Until she met Lily.
The flame-haired beauty somehow inspired the best out of Esmé. For the first time in a long while, she felt...shame. She struggled with herself, with a renewed sense of guilt that cut to her core and revealed the long-forgotten humanity that had slumbered within her. With Lily's help, they found...not quite a cure, but a way to draw out and subdue the beast within her. The process was...excruciating but the results were...acceptable. Now, Esmé no longer undergoes her nightly transformations and no longer suffers from the insatiable need to eat
(humans). Having finally found herself again, she decided to make New Orleans her home and the Black Swamp Tavern was established, again, with the help of the ever informative Lily and her seemingly limitless collection of spellbooks.Character Ons/Offs:
Ons: Blood & Gore, Power Struggles, Mind Games, Flirting/Seduction, Wit & Charm || While best categorized as a Switch, Esmé most definitely leans more towards the sadistic Domme end of the spectrum. It takes a special person to elicit her submissive side.
Offs: Boring/Dim/Overly Arrogant People, Unruly Body/Facial Hair, Bathroom Activities || One treads a fine line when it comes to keeping Esmé's interest. Submit too easily and you'll bore her. On the flip side, simply demanding things from her will also get you nowhere.