Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy || France

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Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy Bow down and pay your respects to the Queen of the Lawless, lest your head should roll. An absolute darleeng, Estelle has the Lawless world wrapped around her manicured fingers and a whole mafia beneath her Prada. She'll charm her way into your heart, twist your mind beyond comprehension and still look fabulous doing it. Watch your streets and watch your men, London; Honey is here to stay.

CODE NAME: Honey

Female

25

Bisexual

French

Mafia Boss

Lawless

Physical

171 cm

53 kg

Honey Brown

Amethyst

Creamy White

Willowy; Athletic

Personal

♠ Flirtatious; what can she say? It's in her blood. Estelle enjoys flirting with anyone and everyone. Something about their blushing faces and stammering words when they don't quite know how to respond just positively thrills her. She suppose that makes her somewhat of a sadist as well, oui? ♠ Charming; it's one thing to be flirtatious, it's another thing entirely to be charming. It's quite a skill, Estelle will have you know. It takes precision and prudence to know what to say, when to say it and how to say it -- in order to extract the exact response that you're looking for. Be charming, be disarming, and you can get just about anything you want. That's how Estelle rose to the top. ♠ Perceptive; have you ever tried people-watching? You should. You will be surprised at how much you can learn about someone, if you just know where to look. Estelle had learnt to observe every little detail about those around her; it started as a way to protect herself as a child, to anticipate the blows that would come once the signs of fury started to show. It developed into watching strangers, for the right time to strike when their attention to the world had waned. Finally, Estelle simply watch as all the little secrets leaked past her enemies' body, unconsciously and unwillingly, but all for her knowledge and taking. ♠ Prudent; Estelle is different. She doesn't only live for herself, she has a whole organisation resting upon her shoulders, and whether they would live or die each day depends all on the decisions she made. People might make the mistake of simply passing her off as an unworthy, air-headed female, but she was much, much more than that. Young as she might be, her wisdom and brilliance are the main arsenals who had led her organisation to rise to the top ring of the Underground. Not much get past her, not loopholes, not any supposedly hidden intentions. ♠ Romantic; it's somewhat of a secret, but Estelle is a romantic deep down. Not for herself particularly, but each time she sees couples walking down the streets hand-in-hand and happy, it makes her smile, just a little. She suppose it gives her hope, that there is still something better left in this world. Sure, it's a known fact that Estelle's bed often welcome various men for warmth and a night's companionship, but her pride and inner romantic would be damned if she allowed it without any cajoling from the men's part. ♠ Tenacious; no? I think you're mistaken, dear one. Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy does not take no for an answer. She always gets whatever she wants. Maybe not immediately, perhaps in a few years or so, or it might even take an entire life-time or generations after, but when a demand comes from her lips, when Estelle has truly set her eyes on something, she will have it. You can try to run, far, far away and even close the gates of hell, but even then she will find the keys and she will find you. So, sweetie, are you ready to play hide-and-seek? ♠ Hates To Lose; say perhaps, maybe - just maybe - Estelle does not get what she wants, or life doesn't always concur to plans, what would happen? Answer: nothing, absolutely nothing. She wouldn't throw a tantrum, there would be no meaningless violence. She simply tries to pass it off like it doesn't affect her. But in truth, every failure is a huge emotional wreckage for Estelle, something that she takes as a personal failure. ♠ Cruel; Estelle is not nice, not exactly. In truth, she is rather cruel in nature, especially when it is required of her. There had been a point in time in her life when she was nice, but that was long, long ago. Growing up in the underground world, Estelle had learnt that cruelty was the mandatory skill one must possess in order to survive. In a dog eat dog world out there, the one who strikes first, strikes the hardest, lives to fight another day. However, her cruelty is one of the more subtle nature; not very much keen on getting her own hands stained with blood, she prefers to torment her enemies and allies alike without the use of violence. An irredeemable sadist, Estelle enjoys toying with those around her. The thrill of pursuing their discomfort and cornering them into a route of submission and no escape simply sets her heart humming. But of course, there are times which require her more hands-on intervention in special situations. In those cases, Estelle can prove her expertise with blades and guns, and possessing a hidden deadshot precision. ♠ Not Quite Loyal, But Somewhere Around There; it's a mouthtful, but that is how she is. Yes, while Estelle wouldn't hesitate using others as a pawn, she still treats those pledge loyalty to her very well. The mafia is her family; they had protected her, so now it's her turn to protect them. She takes care of her own, and if you play your card right, you might just be able to benefit from being under her. Be it fame, fortune and power, Estelle doesn't mind if you get your share along the way, as long you know your place; below her. ♠ Independent; Estelle had learnt the hard way that it's much less painful and troublesome to rely only on yourself. The wider you extend your diameter of trust, the larger your surface area of weakness. Times has changed, and unlike her mother, Estelle isn't content with just sitting at home like a demure doll and entirely dependent to a man's will. She will live life her way, and die by her own will too. Estelle's independence stem from her desire to prove her worth by her own strength and no one else's, to the mafia underground who belittles Estelle for being a 'her', which ergo developed her ardour for absolute conquest over the underground world. ♠ Unpredictable; you can never quite know what to expect from Estelle. She always has this mask up, smiling so sweetly and looking no more of a threat than a typical temperamental female. Even to those who are closest to her, it would be difficult to guess what goes through her brain. But Estelle takes pride in this. She likes it that she's a book locked shut and tight with a key. In fact, it would be a personal insult to her if you can figure out what she is thinking. But as time goes by and the mask stays fixed in place, even Estelle starts to forget the real face behind that ornament. ♠ Domineering; perhaps it was because she was always forced into submission while growing up, but once Estelle took the reigns of leadership, her suppressed nature finally broke free. In any situation, in any relationship, Estelle would want to be the domineering one in it. Only she would have the position to look down at everyone else from the top. She, alone, or else no one will ever have it. ♠ Deceitful; 'if I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't.' -- similarly, if you live in a world weaved by lies, what becomes the truth then? You are her friend, you are her foe, or you could be neither. Every word is not said without its own intention. Everything is planned, prepared, practised. Every lie becomes a truth if you repeat them enough, and every truth would be corrupted into a lie in time to come. If lying is a deadly sin, then perhaps Estelle would the epitome of it. ♠ Accepting; it doesn't really matter to Estelle what your background is. Be it from an average, blessed family in need of the protection a mafia could offer, or to someone whose complicated past is something unspeakable, she accepts them all. It doesn't matter to her where you had come from -- after all, everyone makes mistakes. All that mattered to her is where you're planning to pledge your loyalty from then on. There are more than a few shady people in her mafia, but they're all family. You might have even once been Estelle's enemy, but so long as you're willing to follow her from then on, then she will see you as family too. ♠ Inamorata; love her, hate her, but you know you would want a night with her at least once. One night of pleasure in exchange for an eternity of damnation, but Estelle would be the best lover you would ever have. It's all a game, really. To lose yourself in lust and libido, or maybe sometimes to just have a warm body by your side during those cold rainy nights. Either way, nothing ever lasts and there always have to be a victor; Estelle has never walked away from a bed empty-handed.

Likes

Dislikes

♥ Skinship; in any form that it comes. Be it hugs, or something a little more intimate between the bed sheets, Estelle can be very affectionate when it comes to physical intimacy. ♥ Classic Romance Novels; and by classic, she means novels set during the Victorian era, not written during then. As unfitting it is for the image of a mafia boss, Estelle is a devout fan of romance novels. It's food for her inner romantic. ♥ Mythology; while Estelle is admittedly not one for the classic literature, she is absolutely captivated by the world of ancient mythology. From the tales of the Olympiads stationed on the peak of the mountain to the nymphs that lurk the forests unseen, they took Estelle to a world away for the confines of her room, her life, her burdens. She had her own Neverland where she could never grow up and just be happy. ♥ Parkour; have you ever been stuck in a desperate situation which what seems to be no route of escape? Estelle hasn't. The ability to scale walls and leap from great heights uninjured have proven to be very helpful indeed in many situations, many times. She lived by the principle of 'don't be an idiot to fight a battle you can't win. Flee and return to win the war when you are stronger.' Dangerous as parkour might be, Estelle truly enjoys the thrill of the flight, and the hunt. It doesn't matter what she's running to or running from, but as she leaps from wall to wall, she would sometimes just close her eyes and imagine that she's flying, free. Then she would hit the ground. ♥ Pampering; which woman wouldn't want to be adored and cherished? It's nice to be able to kick back and relax in a soothing spa, washing away all the blood and grime of the day, then proceeding to have tender but firm hands knead at the knots in your muscles. Hunting down people every day really gives you stiff shoulders, you know? Estelle is a woman with expensive wants and expensive needs. Thankfully, price is never a problem for her. ♥ Cooking; while Estelle is all for fine-dining at the posh restaurants throughout London, it would be unwise to make one too many public appearances too often. Instead, she's perfectly content and satisfied cooking her own meals, and sharing them with others should visitors arrive. A meal will always be available at Estelle's adobe if asked for. The hearth of a home is always warmer when used. ♥ Theatrical Art; such as singing and dancing. Not so much for simply watching from the sidelines, Estelle prefers to participate in these arts. Born and blessed with creativity (albeit often used in the negative spectrum), these served as an outlet for her. When she is stressed, she sings. When she feels suppress, she starts to dance. Because when she does, for a moment - just one moment - she can forget about everything else except herself. ♥ Dependence; unlike many people, Estelle actually likes people who are hopelessly dependent and utterly useless. It means that they needed her, they can't survive without her. Perhaps it's because it strokes her ego, yes, but more than just that, Estelle simply enjoys the feeling of being wanted, needed. And the sight of others grovelling isn't all that bad either. ♥ Gambling; she has Lady Luck on her side and a hand to kill the table, in more ways than one. While Estelle isn't addicted to gambling, she's certainly addicted to winning. Her luck is simply just that great. That, and the fact that she has been taught a hundred and one ways to con a casino. ♥ Shopping; she is a woman, after all. One with refined taste, mind you. And as stated, the price is never a problem. ♥ Pet Names; it's a little quirk of hers, but she enjoys giving people pet names, referring to them with affectionate endearments such as 'sweetie' and 'darling' even if her intentions are not so affectionate. ♥ Mind Games; nothing else excites Estelle nearly as much as playing mind games do. A battle of wits, a struggle of psychology; it keeps her entertained and the victory is always oh-so sweet. Admittedly brilliant at the art of mind, she makes full use of it to her advantage. Be charming, be disarming; that was what Estelle was all about. ♥ Pastries; Estelle possesses an undeniable sweet tooth. It makes her happy and keeps her in a good mood, so it would be best if you don't touch her sweeties. ♥ L'amour; and by 'sweeties', she means her men as well. At least, not until she's tired and done with them. But before then, she enjoys the constant companion of handsome men, be it in the day or after the sun sets. She's talking about sex, of course. In her office, along an alleyway or between the silk sheets of her bed, Estelle is undeniably and unashamedly addicted to the ecstasy and pleasures of sex. But it's always a game, of course, and every game gets boring after a while. And Estelle sees no need in keeping men who can no longer keep her entertained. So you can have them. They're all very delightful, one way or another, but they're just not for her. Good luck trying to satisfy them, though, after Estelle's done with them.

♣ Imperfection; it irks her. It absolutely irks her. When things don't go as planned, or life doesn't happen the way she wants it to, Estelle requires an entire thesaurus to express her full range of violent emotions. Get it done, don't tell her 'no'. How about you say 'no' to existence as well? ♣ Smoking and Drugs; after seeing how they had shredded her mother's life into pieces, one can't really blame Estelle for her distaste towards these... pawns of the devil, and all those foolish victims who had fallen prey to addiction. Personal feelings and business must still be strictly separated though, for this is what the mafia does. They give you these pawns that you ask for, beg for, and in exchange, you sign to them your life and soul. It's how the mafia works. ♣ British food; call it what you will, but Estelle calls it 'poison'. End of story, no further discussion. And no, she doesn't want your flûte scones and tea either. ♣ Noisy Creatures; like those little monstrosities women stuff into their purses and also exist to yap and poop. Estelle likes noise, pleasant noise, and when she has enough of noises for the day, she can simply kiss the source of the noise to shut him or her up. Then take them to bed. But you can't exactly kiss those little creatures to silence them. Or try to physically silence them yourselves, because that would classify you as violent and abusive. So, no. Keep those creatures quiet and calm, or at a safe distance where Estelle can't hear them. ♣ Shakespeare; maybe it's in her French blood, but Estelle simply detests Shakespeare. (And yes, him being British might have contributed to part of the reason why.) But Estelle truly find his works a bore, from the less-than-tragic tragedy of two foolish kids too ready to die for someone they have just met, to his pathetic attempt at recreating a mythological, fairytale-esque play. ♣ People Who Challenges Her Authority; and just who do you think you are? Little kids shouldn't be playing with fire, you know. If there's one thing to crack Estelle's usual calm and airy disposal to reveal a temper equal to the flames of hell, it would be a man (or woman, it doesn't really matter what gender) who doesn't know his place and step out of line, thinking he can play with the adults. Estelle had sacrificed blood, sweat and tears to get where she was, and she will not take lightly to people challenging her authority and leadership. Not without some sort of punishment. ♣ Stress; she might appear aloof even as the world burn and crumble around her, but Estelle is actually one who hates to be stressed. Hating it and handling it are two entirely separate matter, but as much as Estelle could cope with all the pressure, she certainly does not enjoy it. It doesn't become her 'fuel' or 'source of motivation'. That's just crazy. If anything, it's the timer to a bomb that might explode at any moment. ♣ Losing; self-explanatory.

Dreams

Fears

+ To Be Significant; Estelle knows that she is special, that she is different from everyone else. It might seem foolish to others, but she believes in fate, in destiny, and she knows that Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy was born destined to be significant. + For Her Mafia To Survive; the mafia is her family; they'd called a raggedy orphan as their own and so Estelle would too. It had been a promise, actually, first to her father then to herself. He had left the family in her hands, clutching at them desperately with his own blood-stained pair. His last wish was delivered with a wheeze and a choke, and at age 19, Estelle was crowned the leader of the mafia and took centre stage as the Queen of the Lawless. + To Live (And Die) With Style; Estelle prides herself in not just surviving life, but living it, especially with much style. It's who she is and she shall walk the earth like she owns it, until the day she can walk no longer.

♦ Commitment; this is another reason why Estelle do not entertain long-termed relationships. When you have grown up and everyone who should have stayed, left - and that's all you've ever known, it creates an irreversible damage you. Every day you're just waiting, anticipating, wondering who will be the next one to leave. ♦ Empathy; this might seem like a strange fear, but not one without its reason. Should Estelle grow to empathise and learn to sympathise, that spells the end of everything. Her life, her mafia, her career. The moment you choose to become a lawless, you recognise that you'll have to abandon your humanity as well, and slowly along the way, you do. But should Estelle gain back what she had lost, and to feel pity towards the innocent, towards her enemies, it means that she has failed as a leader, and jeopardised her whole mafia, her whole family into peril. For the mafia thinks first for themselves, and will do any means necessary to achieve their aims. It would only make things complicated if Estelle was to feel guilt in the aftermath. ♦ Freedom; funny, isn't it? Usually others long for freedom, but not Estelle. She has seen what happened when people get too much freedom, she had watched the consequences unfold on her own mother. Like Icarus who flew too close to the sun, people who abuse their freedom will end up falling. So clip her wings and have her feet chained, Estelle doesn't mind. As long as she can walk, she is content with that little sliver of freedom. It will remind her of her responsibilities; that others could run away and fly off in abandonment, but Estelle have too much and too many resting on her shoulders. She will not run, she will not be tempted by the sun. She will walk amongst the mortals till her duties are done.

Background

Estelle was born a bastard. There isn’t any nice way to put it, and there isn’t any need to sugarcoat it either. Her mother had once been a famous consort in France, the very definition of the nation’s nightlife. Men wanted her and women envied her, but none could ever keep her. Her lust for luxury and pleasure always had her questing for more. More than just the tiny baubles her clients could offer her on occasions, or the fancy meals they would bring her to eat only once in a blue moon. There was only one man her mother had wanted; Estelle’s father. Brilliant, handsome, suave and with all the right connections in the French politician world. He had been the prime candidate expected to take the reigns of leadership over France, and in short, entirely capable of giving her mother a lifetime of bliss and prosperity. So she had seduced him, with coy, practiced words and smooth, subtle gestures. Or at least she had thought she was the predator. In truth, her father had been far from a reluctant party. He knew that if he had her, he would possess a trump card that all the other men had tried so desperately to grasp, but failed. To have had her in his arms, it had fed his pride and ego. He needed her as much as she needed him. And thus began their illicit affair, even as a wife was waiting for him back home. But Estelle's mother had achieved her aim; she lived a comfortable life as mistress, enjoying the pampering and luxury that came with the sinful occupation. But as they always say about karma - what goes around, comes around. Word came around that the wife had given birth to a baby boy, an heir to the leadership of the politician world. Little by little, Estelle's father began to withdrew from his mistress, focusing more on his wife and heir. With her comfortable life endangered and petrified by the prospect of her bliss shattering, Estelle's mother acted out of desperation. Estelle was conceived to be a bargaining chip. But she had underestimated her lover's cruelty. It would have been utterly scandalous if word got out that the newly elected Prime Minister of France was having an affair. Unwilling to tarnish his perfectly crafted image of a righteous man and a faithful husband, he decided to end it. A clean break. Everything and anything, he took it all back. Her mother had nothing left, not even her pride -- not after the way she grovelled and begged for him to stay with her, not to leave her. Still, he left, without even a backwards glance for the woman that had shared his bed for too many a nights, leaving behind only a shell of a person and a fistful of money scattered over the ground, just enough for an abortion. Something must have been broken within her mother on that day, for she was never quite the same after that. Taking the money, she gathered all the scraps she still possessed and bought a ticket across the Channel, where she gave birth and raised Estelle alone in London. Sometimes Estelle wonders if it would have been better if she had been aborted. How miserable her life must have been that she was always contemplating the idea of death as a child. Her mother had abused everything; her freedom, narcotics, and especially Estelle. Emotionally and physically, Estelle was like a glass figurine constantly being shattered and then pieced back together by clumsy words of apologies and tear-stained kisses. Her father's name was constantly on her mother's lips, accompanied by curses and broken sobs. 'It's that boy's fault that I'm in such misery. If only he died.' was the thing Estelle heard the most growing up. But she had never blamed him, her brother - not once. He was simply born into this world, he didn't choose of his own will to ruin lives, despite her mother's fervent beliefs. Nevertheless, Estelle loved her mother, foolishly and desperately. She was the only way of life that she knew, and she knew her mother loved her too, even if her mother forgot it constantly. Unsurprisingly, the mafia was closely involved in her life. They were the ones who provided Estelle's mother with the cash and drugs to sustain another day. But her mother couldn't pay them back, of course. She just kept taking and taking, with no plan and no intention of ever returning. Estelle had always been waiting for that day, the day where everything ends. And it did. They were at the door, banging and yelling. Too much noise and too much chaos for a little girl to take. But it was too late. As she cowered in a corner of the filthy room, trying to sink in the shadows, she knew it was too late for the mafia to get what they wanted. The soulless, unseeing eyes of her mother's body told her so. The door came down, but there was no more screaming, no more yelling. They were not even looking at the body sprawled on the ground any more. All eyes were on the tiny, scrawny figure huddled at the corner. Estelle had not eaten for days then. Then they took her - they were gentle, surprisingly gentle, with a warmth and kindness Estelle found alien. And for once, she felt safe. Perhaps God had heard her prayers, perchance He had seen her amongst the crowd on Earth, but Estelle still thinks to this day that it is nothing sort of a miracle that the mafia found her and took her in. And it was a long awaited blessing that the head of the organisation had personally called her his own. People say that the mafia is evil. Estelle agrees. But then again, who is to say what is good and what is evil? Who has enough power in the world to dictate how society should work? They raised her instead of killing her, and groomed her when it was much more profitable to auction her off on the black market. Now Estelle stands before them - a leader, a lawless, alive - as a product of their hard work and love, and as a living testament that a lawless is still a human. The mafia may have destroyed many lives, but they restored hers, and for that, she will live that life for them.

Role-Play Sample

Tip #1: When you phone rings at three in the morn, you know it can't be anything good. It came at such excellent timing as well; Estelle had snagged a fresh new bait into bed and my, what a wonderfully wild lover there was residing beneath a loose tie and sexy intelligence. Just as they had been contemplating on la quatrième manche, her phone trilled from within the dishevelled mess of fabric, a tune that was all too familiar to Estelle's ears. Revision, tip #1: When your phone rings at three in the morn and Nicoleta is at the other end, you know it can't be anything good. Something bad, or sex. But usually something bad. (No sex this time though, unless the sordid sector of the Isle of Dogs was Nico's new kink.) An eyebrow winged in muted surprise as she read the contents of the mail. Nico needed help? In truth she quite often did, but actually asking for it was another matter entirely. Sighing a regretful kiss into that lover's lips, she uttered a lie about meeting again. It's past curfew, sweetie; Cinderella has to run. Coordinates in mind, she left a message back on Nico's cell and started her early morning journey. It took a good hour and some to travel from one end of London to the next, and Estelle had barely left the docks when the phone beeped with another message. "What do you mean 'hospital'?" Her voice came out muffled against the crash of the choppy waters. Panic was not entirely an appropriate word for this situation - Estelle never panics - but of course, 'concern' was an apt substitute. Nico was a big girl, she could take care of herself - it was everyone else that Estelle worries for. Who was on the surgeon's desk this time? One heel abroad the island and Estelle could already see her best friend's mark all over this place; chaos, chaos everywhere. And oh, what was this? A smile graced her lips as Estelle gave orders for her men to stay put. This was something she had to settle alone. "Hello, Henry," She chirped, advancing towards the slack figure bounded tightly to a post. (She thought she saw him wince at the sound of her stilettos against the hard wood, the ever fearful warning of the devil's arrival.) "I was wondering why you didn't answer my call. I'm assuming that you brought Nicoleta here, yes? And seeing how you're here alone in such a predicament, I'm also fairly certain that there had been some tiff between you both." He glared at her, risking a harsh spit at her boot. Estelle did not appreciate that - they were YSL, after all - and she made sure he knew that after she'd cleaned her shoe with his face. Ah, now she had to burn this pair. They were her favourite too. Crouching down, Estelle lowered her voice with a small smile. "Now, I see a bit of blood over there and for your own sanity, I really do hope that it is yours," He wouldn't answer her, knowing that he was quite trapped. "A stubborn one, aren't we, sweetie?" She smoothly withdrew a blade from the holster, a feather-light thing that had been sharpened to perfection. This would hurt. A thought came to mind and Estelle retrieved her phone to record another message. "You owe me so much, ma chérie." She purred, eyes never leaving the man's, whose vision were beginning to cloud with realisation and fear. Tsk-tsk, now she was going to get her hands dirty. It wasn't usually her style, but who was to say that Estelle Bonnefoy wasn't a hypocrite? "Well then, sweetie, let's hear you sing." --- She was done in about a quarter of an hour. Estelle was nothing if not efficient, and those men have done good by contributing to the aquatic ecosystem. Their final and sole act of charity. Next stop, the hospital. And ever so specific, Nicoleta has conveniently forgotten to name the particular hospital she would be at. The nearest one, Estelle supposed, if the situation required the urgency of a hospital. Her deduction proved true when she spotted a motorbike carelessly parked at the sidewalk. (She drove? God bless anyone that had been on the road with her.) Estelle had been expecting to be asking for her room, or perhaps to pay for her emergency surgery, but there sat her best friend in the front lobby, perched upon the uncomfortable plastic seats and looking like without so much as a care in the world. Uninjured, unscathed, and not bothering to return her calls. (Here comes hell fire.) "Good morning, Nicoleta." Estelle greeted, ignoring the curious looks from the reception desk. One would imagine that the French lady would scream, or at the very least throw a tantrum at being called upon at three in the goddamn morning. But luck be on Nicoleta's side, it simply wasn't her style to. (Anyway, it would be ever so rude to disturb the patients.) So instead, Estelle just did one thing. She smiled.

OOC Information

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Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. First off, I want to point out how I adore her so much. I expected no less from you actually, darling; this app was great. I love how she's very nuanced, with multiple layers of emotions and personas. I think that is one shining example of why the archetype of 'femme fatales' are so popular--they're so complex and broken. And damn does Hetalia need this. It's also really funny because Nicoleta and Estelle are so, so ridiculously similar, which makes it a lot easier for me to relate! Like seriously they're like mirror images of each other except for the fact they contrast in life-style, appearance (she's the dark to her light PFT), and the way they do things. Brilliant, love it, definitely looking forward to rping with you! The name is Bonnefoy. Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy.

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