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Estrelle Monette

"Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride."

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a character in “Back to the Darkness We Go”, originally authored by Fredalice, as played by RolePlayGateway



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pansexual, though she thinks herself too great a prize for just anyone



Estelle has always been one of confidence and arrogance, saying and doing whatever she wants. In the past, men of power have been drawn to her as a sort of novelty. Pride became accustomed to this particular lifestyle after so many years and her own arrogance increased exponentially and soon felt entitled to nothing less not only that, but she became used to taking the power over from those who fall for her. Feeling this way she never really sought to continue or fight because she knew it would come on it's own since it was her birth right to always be at the top. In the meantime she had created a nice, hardly humble, abode in Alps of France. She travels often to other cities, seeing other people's pride consume them amuses her and compliments her own powers and thus pampers her own pride in herself. Over the years there have been plenty of people who have called her out, but because of her own high social standing no one ever believed them and were silenced in different ways until they no longer cried wolf or until they couldn't cry at all.

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High; Pride uses her power on whims and thinks to highly of herself to get caught, or if she does that anybody will actually do anything to stop it; after all they'll be too busy ensuring their own pride to care about anyone else and those who haven't been affected by her, to her, will be too in awe of her to contradict the power that is rightfully hers.


So begins...

Estrelle Monette's Story

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Estrelle gently lifted her heels off her feet as she entered her chateau in the Alps. It had been a couple of years since her last excursion in the limelight of the humans. Her hesitancy was purely calculative planning on which role would be the next step up, which was her next deserved position. She had considered royalty many times, but royalty didn't hold the same power as it had in the past, still the petting of her ego, but it lacked the control over others that truly made her pride shine.

There was a newspaper on the table, this one following the events in America. It held her current interest, all the shootings, all the chaos and corruption, it was the perfect place to breed her pride. She knew all too well the political systems of America, that's why being president hardly interested her. He was a figure head, but democracy made it nearly impossible for this particular figure head to get anything truly done, there had to be many people on her side and that wasn't her particular ability. She was more prone to infecting other with the self-serving attitude that she embodied. But still, there was a current draw towards America and the White House.

She lit up a cigarette and took her newspaper to the balcony that ran off her room. Still in suit, she propped her feet up on the balcony's railing. There were news about musicians, reviews on movies and books, list of those now dead (which she would read later), and the news on the current politics. She smiled, breathing out the smoke, letting it trail from her red lips. The country was chaotic as ever, she would fit in easily it would be as if this particular country had been made for her.

"Excuse me miss," a voice came from the doorway. Estrelle had a handful of servants working for her. Sure she thought about the risks of never being able to release her human form, but she honestly couldn't live alone, to take care of this mansion and retain her higher status. She couldn't perform servant duties, that was too much for her fragile pride.

"What is it?" Estrelle said, not looking back. She never really like being interrupted by the servants in her own quarters and there would be repercussions on this woman for doing so, but only after she said what she came to say.

"A-a letter for you, I suppose."

"You suppose, shouldn't you know?"

"It came by a bird, a-a raven that was just standing outside the door." Estrelle arched her eyebrow, finally looking back at the servant.

"Bring it here," she demanded. The servant obeyed, stepping back to the doorway when the letter was in Estrelle's hand.

Dear Mme. Monette,

Due to recent events regarding the daughter of Greed, Vanessa, it has come to my attention that the human race is becoming more and more aware of your less than mortal existence. As you can already gather this is not a very good thing. You and the other sins were sent to earth to taint it and if you're discovered you will be destroyed or worse, put on display like zoo animals. I highly suggest all of you return to where you started and discuss this matter further as well as figure out the best coarse action to take in these trying times. A notice has been sent to the others as well.

Do not disappoint me.
Do not become a mistake.
Your Father

Your Father, Estrelle puzzled at the words. Not once in her existence could she recall of a higher power over her, especially not that of a patriarchal persuasion. But of course, the knowledge of He who was banned from Heaven and now ruled his own domain, He who took possession of the souls that had been touched by Pride. It must be Him.

"You didn't read this did you?" Estrelle asked, her head not moving, but her eyes flicking to the woman.

"No Madame," she answered, her voice quivering, "There was no name addressed to you, but I figured it must be for you anyway, so I brought it straight here."

"Very good," Estrelle answered, tucking the letter under her shirt, "Now come here, we must talk about your mistake at entering my chambers." With shaking limbs, the servant obeyed. "Now close your eyes." She obeyed. Then the light seemed to fade around Estrelle, though the porch light was on, until she was nothing but a shadow herself, great stag horns appeared out of her head, and then a light, of an immoral shade of pink, draped around Estrelle's and the servant's body.

The lights flickered and all was back to normal.

Estrelle sent the woman to the front door and called a cab. She had been dismissed for her disobedience. Tomorrow, Estrelle would make her plans to travel, but for now she lavished herself in the evening light at her chateau in the Alps.

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When the servant left her room, Estrelle walked back inside her chambers, lounging down on her bed. She took the letter our from her shirt and looked it over once more. I highly suggest all of you return to where you started... The cold tundra, the desolated cave. How could this man proclaim to be her "father" and yet tell her to go back there, to leave behind her servants, her home of gilded finery and people who would drop everything for her attention. She never saw any reason to go back to that place, once she left she had always thought that that would be the last time she would have to be there or think of there. And now?

Now she was being commanded to return. Oh there was sugar coating words that made it seem as if she had a choice to return there, but she knew better. She had used that tone and strategy herself many times before.

It was dark out. She had said to herself she would leave in the morning, and there was a war inside her about that decision. On the first side she would rather not return at all and forgo the whole "suggestion", there was her plan about defiantly waiting as long as she could to prove to this "father" of hers that she wouldn't be bossed around by anyone and that it was purely her choice that she went, or she could leave now...

There was no pride in that last decision. It was following someone else's order, orders that she clearly would rather ignore than proceed with. If she truly was pride she would stand her ground against this force. She would show this father figure of hers that she would bow to no one's orders except her own. But it was a question of survival as well. If she obeyed she would no longer be the pride that she was born as, but if she disobeyed she would no longer be living.

Estrelle sighed and slide off her bed. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked up to the window, looking down on her ex-servant climbing into the cab as is she were the Queen of England.

"I'll arrive, sure," Estrelle whispered, "But I'll arrive precisely when I mean to."

She headed back to her bed, sliding the letter onto the table beside her. She would decide more precisely in the morning, for now she was going rest for a bit. Estrelle had locked the door, so any intrusion would be unlikely. As she moved away from the window she let herself slip out of her human form once more. Magnificent antlers appeared from her skull like a glorious crown of a deity, though the rest of her form was encroached by shadow until she was nothing more than what lurked behind you when you aren't looking.

"Some Father he is, trying to turn me into something that I'm not," Estrelle said to the darkness around her, Tsk I'll show him one day, I'm not one to just simply take orders. I make them."

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Heavy snow swirled around them in the grey, foggy atmosphere as they trudged through the forest. Aj-Sha hugged her coat closer to her as they followed an all to familiar path, her face holding an somber expression uncharacteristic to her. This way flooded her mind with memories of the past.

She bit her lip anxiously and tried to focus only on the sound of her crunching footsteps and ignore the faint feeling of blood on her hands and face. When Aj-Sha had left this shelter she had left her secret with it. Now that she was returning it was too. She shivered and took a deep breath, the hot air flowing a frosty white through her slightly parted lips.

She rolled her shoulders, readjusting her backpack full of her personal wares and looked up at her eight (in a way) siblings. Aj-Sha could remember clearly the day they were formed and given life. Child-sized and dumped in the middle of nowhere, naive and surging with immense power. They had no knowledge of how to control it and no one to teach them. She scowled under her breath as she remembered how they learned the hard way that mortals would give no help either, and they weren't to pleased with those who were different. She still flinched expecting the searing pain of licking flames whenever she heard the word "witch." They may be immortal but that didn't mean they didn't feel pain.

They were driven out by mobs and that's why they made this shelter. If no one was going to help them they were going to learn to survive themselves. And they did.

They all stopped outside the invisible barrier further hiding their home from the outside world. It was they only present they had received from their supposed father. Small, faint glows of their colors that only they could see marked its edge. Aj-Sha swallowed and gathered herself, knowing whaat was to come with crossing it. She reached out and pushed her hand through, wincing as she watched it turn from human to one that belonged to her true form. The barrier hid their home but they could not hide from themselves inside.

She clenched her jaw and took another deep breath through clenched teeth, closing her eyes, she moved the rest of herself inside. She gasped and coughed as power surged through her at a rapid rate. Her nails dug into the ground and her tail flicked back and forth as she waited out the pain. Her eyes flared and blue energy poured out of her mouth creating a pool around her. As well as taking away the power to change their form it also temporarily magnified their power beyond control instantly. And it was not fun. Such a sudden release of so much power would leave a lesser being dead. It felt like a bomb going of in every inch of her body.

After about 30 seconds the pain started to die and Aj-Sha's control returned. She panted heavily as she fought to regain her breath.

She looked at those around her, "You know dears, even when we did that every day I never got used to it."

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Valko grumbled nearly the whole journey, starting from the time they left the brothel. There was no part of this situation that he liked, and even worse, there was nothing he could do about it. Unless they wanted to take weeks to reach their home then flying was the only option, and he hated flying. Then there was the cold. He had been born in this region, by which he was tossed out into the snow after his creation by his father, and he had left as soon as he could manage it. The accusations of his being a demon and begin chased out by holymen had helped as well, of course. But now he was back, and worse, that bastard Quincy would be there.

Since they had met, neither man had liked the other. Each of them tried again and again to get the other caught or killed when they were younger, then they tried to use their powers on one another. The joke was on Quincy, though, because Valko never ate anything he didn't prepare for himself.

The snow crunched and the cold winds sang through the trees. Valko had no idea what season it was, there was always snow, a perpetual winter no matter what the calendar might say. Over his normal attire, Aj-Sha had persuaded him to wear an old long coat, made of leather and lined with the fur of a grey wolf. If not for her insistence he wouldn't have worn a coat at all. The cold wouldn't kill him, thanks to his power he ran to hot for that.

To Valko, the barrier was, at first, completely invisible, but the closer he got he saw it as something like a mirror, reflecting the mortal world back, warning humans to stay away. A green light shimmered before him on the surface, and it rippled as Aj-Sha stepped through to the other side. Cursing, Valko followed soon after.

The surge of power that hit him was like being struck by lighting; it hurt, it burned, and it pissed him off. His human appearance was burned away by the energy, and at once it was like his arms were engulfed in dark green flames. Rattling off a string of curses in a language long forgotten, Valko walks off to the side, where a plain looking black slab of stone stands. Scratches and cracks pit the surface, and when he slams first his left, then his right fist into the stone, two more cracks appear. If this stone were from the mortal realm, it would be dust, but as it was Valko took the brunt of the damage. But it helped calm him down.

"I see you're just as reckless as every, Val." Said a rumbling voice from across the way.

Turning, Valko can see Quincy, his stomach open and grinning at him, licking it's lips. He often wondered if the oaf had a second brain to control that thing.

"And you're still shamelessly plugging your shit microwave food." Valko says, wrath, his namesake, flooding into his voice. "They tried to make me eat one of those lard and chicken bone stomach aches on the flight over here!"

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Vanessa pulled her white fur coat tighter as she trudged through the heavy snow in thick hiking boots. Snow belted down around her melting on her skin as it landed wetting her blond hair causing strands to cling to her cheeks. She had taken a helicopter to a nearby town in Russia. From there she had rented a red Ferrari and driven as far as the roads were able to the place where they all began. At the foot of the mountain, she had met up with her fellow sins. It had been a very long time since she had seen any of them. It was a sobering reunion.

Together they followed an all too familiar path through the thick fog of snow against a grey sky. She had never truly wanted to return to this place. It was bleak and reminded her too much of their past, of the harsh truths they had learned about mortals when discovering themselves. It had been an incredibly difficult time of their lives as they grew, learning to control their powers, and themselves.

Soon they reached the barrier that lead to their home in those dark times. It shimmered against the light that struck it colours flickered through along the edges. Thier colours, their powers. Vannessa stood back as Aj-Sha took the first step through the barrier. As she moved her full body through Aj-Sha disappeared behind the barrier. Vanessa knew she would now be in her true form. A curse of the barrier.

Valko was the next to take the plunge. Quincy following eager not to be left behind by his rival. Vanessa rolled her eyes at them. Since their existence sparked life they had been at each other's throats. It irritated her but she had grown accepting of it after all these years. She no longer tried to talk them out of their ways as she once did in the past.

With a heavy sigh Vanessa loosened her grip on her fur coat.

"Let's get this over with then" she grumbled.

Without hesitation, she stepped through the portal in one quick motion preferring to take the blunt of the power surge rather than inching her way through. As she stepped through to the other side her arms flexed beside her as instant pain surged through her body. It felt as though needles were prickled against her skin in every nook and crany of her body. She winced her expression showing her pain as power coarsed through her body. Brown mist began to flow from her feet flowing smoothly from the ground wrapping itself around her legs traveling towards her torso, arms and finally head. "Fucking Hell" she cursed as her head became engulfed.

As quickly as it had started the pain began to dissipate the brown mist falling back to the ground. As the mist left her body her once human features were replaced with those of her true form. Her skin pale she looked towards Aj-Sha, Valko and Quincy with cold blue eyes her head now crowned with two large golden jagged horns which splintered. They curled towards her shoulders as overlapping horn straightened above her head. The skin of her arms was pure white before melting into a darkened black at her wrists her hand the colour of coal. Opening her ruby red lips she spoke with a velvet voice. "Let's be glad we don't 'have' to do this every day" Vannessa replied to Aj-Sha's comment.

"I must agree with Valko Quincy, I am sick of only having your 'meals' as an option when I travel. Vannessa raised her eyebrows at him before dropping her shoulders and relaxing into her true form after a long absence. "Though I have to commend your achievement to infect the world with your gluttony"

Stepping forward into the cave out of the glare of the barrier Vanessa turned to face the sins placed her hands on her hips holding her head with air of superiority. "Well, shall we return to our beginnings" she indicated towards the darkness of the cave and the home that it lead too.

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Estrelle trudged through the snow ridden forest, her head facing fully into the snow, her body wrapped in the fur cloak she had made when she was last here. She walked alone, asking for help to hike up the mountain was weak and beneath her. If she was going to return to that place she would do so how she left it, with the power and grace of the only person who could ever be known as 'Pride'. It wasn't easy, it never was, especially in conditions like this where it was more natural to show weakness, but that only made the stakes higher. As everybody knows, the higher the stakes the greater the outcome for the winner.

The woman saw footsteps all leading up to the cave, there weren't a ton of footprints so she knew she wasn't the last like she had hoped. However, it was too late to turn back now or to wait. Part of being who she was, was to hold her head high no matter what happened, no matter what the circumstances. If she made a mistake or miscalculated a circumstance she would move forward from it. If she didn't like the outcome of something, she would never complain.

It was a long hike to the cave from where she began, she was starting to sweat and that sweat was starting to freeze. Estrelle gritted her teeth, refusing her body to shiver, but she did pull her cloak tighter around her.

She slowed her pace as she saw the faint glow of their energy peek through the falling snow and fog. She could see all the different colors, but her own, at least to her, was the brightest and floated out like fabric being blown by wind. She paused, gritted her teeth one last time and raised her head. This was going to be painful, but even though everyone understood she was in pain she would not allow them to see it written on her face.

With her decision made, she un-clutched her cloak and as she stepped through without hesitation, as if she had done so in stride. Her cloak flew out behind her as the depraved pink of her energy layered over the her fur cloak. She took a breath and her eyes closed, though they weren't squeezed shut, as the burst of energy ripped through her body. It happened quickly, all the natural light on her seemed to disappear until she was nothing but a shadow and great antlers grew out of the top of her head crowning her silhouette.

She opened her hidden eyes and walked forward, not even a twitch had shivered her shadow. She sauntered forward towards the others.

"If we are so inclined to come back then there's no reason to put off going further in," Estrelle said, "And you really should be commended Quincy on advancing your gluttonous plague so well. And Vanessa, your own empire seems to be rather brilliantly large I hear as well. I'm guessing they didn't have much for evidence if you're here so quickly?" She said all this as she traversed passed the group, heading further down into the cave.

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Marjeta Branković

Marjeta found the flight to be nearly unbearable, crammed into her two first class seats. No amount of leg room, champagne, or in flight amenities could make up for the fact that she was stuck travelling with common humans and not on her own private jet. It wasn't as if her late husband couldn't afford such a thing. He preferred to spend his money on yachts, cars, and jewelry for her. He himself didn't care for flight, and had never invested in so much as a small helicopter.

As it was, her mood was already rather sour upon arriving. Of all places for their sanctuary to be, it had to be somewhere in the middle of nowhere on this godforsaken ice box called Russia. She tugged her fur coat tighter around her as she trudged out of the town and up the mountain towards their unseen refuge (if one dared call it such). It was at least 2 hours before she could finally make out the otherwise invisible barrier that surrounded the place, the colors shimmering and moving like the walls of a bubble. Her own color stood out the most, the orange a far cry from the human assumptions. People used the phrase 'green with envy', and yet her power was a burning orange. She never did understand how such a saying came about.

Stopping for a moment before the barrier keeping humans blind and unawares of their home, Marjeta pursed her lips in distaste, not looking forward to the experience. Thinking it incredibly unfair for them to need to feel power in such a sudden rush, she stepped through the veil of energy. She nearly vocalized her discomfort, but kept composed even as a burning pain prickled along her entire body, coursing through like an electric shock. She didn't want to be seen as inferior to any of the others. All the sins were fairly cunning, and each was powerful. These were people who could rival her in power and beauty. She couldn't look weak and therefore unworthy of their attention.

Her human form gave way to reveal her truest nature- her appearance not unduly frightening to look at (unlike gluttony for example- that stomach really unnerved her), but it was bizarre all the same. Scales covered most of her skin, and her hair became accented with green. She secretly thought herself superior to the others, though she wished others could see it. After all, what really made people turn to sin in the first place? Sure, her fellow sins were the specific types of failings, but what was the ultimate reason people did things? They want something. Money, power, an enemy eliminated, favor, attention, respect, love, sex, drugs, food, drama, reactions. All these things and more were because they wanted what they wanted. No matter what feelings or desires people had, the motivation was wanting the world to be their way. Envy was the original sin, the one that prompted all the others. So therefore, she reasoned she must be superior.

Not that any of the others agreed, obviously.

Turning to face the others, she frowned at Vanessa's grumbling. Get it over with? What nerve! "You should talk. After all, you're the reason we're here in the first place." Marjeta snapped at the mistress of greed, walking past her with a huff before catching Valco and Quincy bickering. She regarded them with an arched brow, wondering if it was even possible for the two to be in the same space and NOT argue. She had no problem with either of the two males or their sins, but she couldn't bring herself to be completely comfortable around Quincy's stomach, the extra maw making her more that just a tad queasy. Shame, since he was otherwise likeable enough. She nodded in acknowledgement and greeting to both Valko and Quincy in turn, only to hear Estrelle complimenting her fellow sins. Marjeta continued to walk towards their 'home' as it was, hoping Estrelle would give her some praise as well.

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Aj-Sha sighed and pushed herself off the ground, wiping blue energy off her mouth with the back of her hand. "Aren't we just one big happy family?" She said breathlessly, brushing herself off and approaching Valko and Quincy.

"Darlings, Can't you at least wait a week to be sick of each other? Remember we are going to be here for a while." She brushed some hair out of Valko's face.

"Not as long as before mind you but still." She smiled her usual smile at Quincy. Not disturbed in the least by his stomach. They grew up together after all, it wasn't new to her. And she had met her fair share of deformed coming into her brothel late at night looking for paid love. Some worse to look at than his stomach.

"It's been a long time Hun. You still look as lovely as before." She flirted, meeting her eyes with his before turning towards the entrance of their "home." Estrella's body blending in with the initial darkness.

She pulled her coat close to her once again and looked up at her long time companion, Valko. "Shall we descend into hell together then, Dear?" She coed softly, biting her lower lip. She was trying to be her usual self but she could hear the wavering in her voice every time she spoke. And she cursed herself for it. No one liked a nervous lover.

Aj-Sha adjusted her glasses and took a deep breath, watching the hot air come out through her lips slightly tinted blue from her previous ordeal. She wondered if Valko had remembered what she had done. She wondered if any of the sins around her did. Or had it only been scaring to her. The one with blood on her hands. She shivered at the memory.

She was broken out of her thought by Marjeta's snapping remark cutting through the air. She smiled softly, "Oh darling don't be so sour. A scowl is to ugly to grace your breath-taking features." She flirted once more.

Aj-Sha looked back to the entrance trying hard not to slip her arm around Valko's and hold it close to her bosom. She wondered if the candles that lit the path down to the waterway were still aflame.
If the boat that carried them deeper into the cave still floated.
If the large main area was still grand and spacious with a trinket or two scattered here and there.
She wondered how much dust covered the things in their untouched rooms.

She shook her head and finally stepped forward, her fingers lingering at the back of Valko's arm. She was about to find out sooner or later.

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For a few moments neither Valko nor Quincy said a word as the others crossed the barrier. Valko was still fuming, literally, as his green energy misted up his arms, lingering around his horns like a faintly glowing cloud of smoke. In this form, his scar was revealed, something he'd always hated. The other sins knew just how hard it was to injure one of their kind, but to do enough damage to leave a scar? In all honestly, Valko scarcely remembered how he had gotten the scar. Hints of memory said it had something to do with Aj-Sha, back when this place had first been called their home.

"Humans were born to bask in the warm light of our essences, dear sister." Quincy replied to Vanessa, grinning at her with both mouths, though never taking his eyes off Valko. "And, while I pride myself on my skills, it is not my fault humans adore such slop."

In truth the frozen meals Quincy's company produced were no better than any other freezer section dinner you could buy across the world. The only reason people ate them so much was because a little of his power was slipped into each of the meals. People had, at first, thought it odd that he would insist on seeing off each shipment of his product, but now it was just another phase in the operation, like plastic wrapping or placing the price tag.

"Technically, we've gone a few decades without fighting," Valko says, relaxing a little upon hearing Aj-Sha's voice close to his ear. He knew her well enough to detect the slight quiver in her tone. It was a rare thing for her, the sin of lust, always so sure of herself and full of confidence. He didn't like to her that tone in her voice, but in this place, he understood its being there.

Without a word, Valko reigns in his energy, until the green mist about his hands faces completely, and slips an arm around Aj-Sha's shoulders. He knows that even a creature like her needs a little comfort every now and then. He ignores the look Quincy gives him, and, guiding Aj-Sha forward gently, he follows the others further into the cave. It was pitch black for a time, but then the faint light of candles ahead began to illuminate their path for them.

"Never did like the dark much." Valko mutters as they continue on.

"Or flying, if memory serves." Quincy says, having taken up the rear of the procession. "However did you manage to take the plane out this way? Stick your head between your legs and kiss your ass the whole way, I suppose." When the son of Wrath did not take his bait and turn to swing at him, the son of Gluttony was rather surprised.

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Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Quincy Bordelon Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Marjeta Branković Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Estrelle Monette
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When entering the tunnel leading down, the tunnel that they had left unlit and was completely consumed in darkness, her own figure was disappeared completely. It had always bothered her that her true form could so easily disappear, that it wasn't visible entirely all the time. It was why when she left this place she hardly transformed into her true form unless it could be seen. What's there to be proud of if you can't be see after all? However, when she approached the candles, her figure flickered back and this was the part in her true form she always loved because with her form flickering between visible and hidden it actually grabbed more attention. Yes, in fear usually, but it was attention none-the-less. A little lesson that Bertholdt had taught her and one she never forgot.

Estrelle's languidly long skirt dipped into the water, over the edge of stone that her toes curled over. She looked at the wide tunnel, the water streaming softly in the the still burning candles. However, the boat was old. It was still floating, but had grown rickety over the years, even with their powers they couldn't stop something from getting older and worn.

"I don't know about you, but this may end up being more interesting than we expected," Estrelle commented. She lifted her skirt slightly, so her foot could easily test the boat's buoyancy. It wobbled on the surface, the bottom just a little more damp than it should be. Then with a sure step, she moved to stand in the boat, her skirt skimming the water. The boat weighted down and the bottom became even more damp. She sat down without a pause and looked up at the others who were arriving behind her.

"Tell me, who will be joining me in this almost too worn boat?" she asked, raising an almost hidden eyebrow and taking extra care to make her smile as teasing and challenging as possible. After all what kind of sin would she be if she didn't challenge the other's surety and confidence and of course poke fun at those who didn't live up to what she challenged.

"There's no reason to be shy, after all if you are it'll only prove to me you're weak," she said, tapping her chin and lifting it high in the air.

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Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Quincy Bordelon Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Marjeta Branković Character Portrait: Bertholdt Müller Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Rente Moreau Character Portrait: Estrelle Monette
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Marjeta Brankovic

As the sins began to make their way into their hideout as it were, Marjeta began to pout, feeling dismayed that she was not the focus of anyone's attention. No one was giving her any significant respect, and Estrelle was not praising her, though she praised the others.

Before she could sink further into her pity party, Aj-Sha's silky voice came in her direction, flirtatious and flattering words entering her ears. Marjeta smiled slightly as the temptress called her 'breath-taking', now suitably mollified for the time being. For one as lovely as lust to recognize her, it was good for her ego. Yes, she was breath-taking, wasn't she? That's right...

Even as they descended, Quincy and Valko continued to exchange verbal jabs, though surprisingly, wrath was maintaining his composure for the most part. At least for now in any case. What really caught envy's notice was how Valko bestowed attention on Aj-Sha. Sure, lust was a beautiful creature, but it wasn't fair! Marjeta had only recently had someone attending to her so carefully and readily, someone who even doted on her! But now she was alone again, and the gentlemanly display made her miss it anew. Why wasn't someone escorting her so gently?

Marjeta's brooding was cut short by the sight of the boat, only now pausing to take in her surroundings. Stopping to glance around her, she nearly shuddered at the cold, dark, and altogether uninviting atmosphere. And such a rickety boat! Who would want to step into such a thing?

Estrelle took initiative to step in first, and Marjeta glanced over sharply as pride challenged her fellow sins to follow her. Already not receiving attention from the woman, Marjeta was desperate to shove the mistake in her face. Taunting them and saying any who wouldn't was weak only sealed the deal, and despite her misgivings, envy followed before anyone else could seize the chance. She'd show Estrelle!

"I'm not afraid. Do scoot over so I have room." Marjeta announced, lifting her skirt just enough to spare it from getting wet, though it proved futile once inside the boat. Biting back a complaint, she sat down opposite the other woman, meeting pride's eyes.