Link to previous forms:Round 1Round 2Round 3Re-List your traits:Adaptable, adventurous, eloquent, introverted, deceptive.
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Where do they see themselves in ten years?:
Estroix sees himself reclaiming his life in ten years.
He has a feeling that he can certainly do it; he has been waiting and planning for eight long years to find the best time to strike the large organization that tore his life apart. He no longer wants to be continuously on the run. He wants to rid the earth of the supposed “do-gooders” who took the lives of many in hopes of making the world a better place. Estroix knew that was completely false; even if his father was a criminal who ruined the lives of the insanely rich, the organization that took his father away didn’t have any right to do so. And even if they did have such right, they certainly had no business in destroying the rest of his family’s life as well.
He wants to give up his current occupation as a hired assassin. While the job itself is exciting and necessary to him right now, he wants to try his best to get out of the business as soon as he can. He is only taking assassination jobs to find more information about his father, the organization responsible for his death, as well as making money on the side for Estroix to survive on his own. He does not want his life to continuously depend on this gruesome career, regardless of how good he may be at it.
Estroix clings onto his dream of returning home and reuniting with his family members. He sees himself settling down with a lover, finally conquering his anxiety based around interacting with others in order to make new friends, as well as starting a family. He no longer wants to push others away out of fear of them tricking him, as he knows that it is not a healthy instinct to have. He wants to lose the untrusting mentality he has on at the moment. The male viscet also sees himself running a small bakery on the side, as he has developed wonderful cooking skills over the past few years. Instead of bringing misfortune and sadness to those who he meets, he wants to now bring joy to everyone he’s involved with.
Overall, he wants to be able to be exactly the person he was when he was younger; outgoing, friendly, trustful, and, well, absolutely happy with life. Estroix no longer wants to continue to wear a figurative mask over his face, and he certainly does not want to end up bonding with said mask, because he knows that all of the events he went through does not define who he truly is. He is definitely not a believer in fate and he is not afraid to challenge what has happened to him in the past in hope of changing it for the better.
Even though he has lived a life of fear and loneliness after he fled his home, his need to be his normal self will definitely drive him to meet his ultimate goal.
(498/500)At least two friends:
IcariusCharacter concept by ratatouille.Icarius is one of Estroix's childhood friends. The two met when they were young, although, to be quite honest, their meeting was quite unlike others. Estroix's mother confronted the young viscling one day, asking him if he would be up for writing letters. Intrigued by his mother's request, he was happy to accept whatever activity she had in store for him that day. His mother said that writing and making friends known as pen pals were good ways for Estroix to experience the world, especially since his father stubbornly denied Estroix's requests to see his current friends when they were both done with lessons.
His mother told Estroix all about who he would be writing too, and he was flabbergasted. Icarius sounded like a fairy tale figure, especially since he supposedly lived up in a clock tower, far away from everyone else. The viscling thought his mother was joking around with him at the same time as well, since she certainly knew that he was struggling with keeping friends. Even though it felt that she was encouraging him to create an imaginary friend, Estroix followed her command and began to write his first letter.
To his surprise, Estroix was greeted by his mother when he came home with his father. In her hand was a small, beaten up envelope with his name on it. He smiled widely, shocked and overjoyed that his letter was actually responded to. The continued for a few years, until he received one last letter from the other boy, informing him that he could no longer communicate as he was to be sent off to train. Icarius never specified what exactly he was training for, and Estroix certainly could have never figured out that his pen pal from the past would finally meet face to face for the first time.
However, not everything was all that well between the two when they ultimately ended up meeting each other, as Estroix had soon figured out that Icarius had left to train and become a part of the organization that had ruined his life. The dynamics between the two are peculiar to say the least, as they both struggle to come to acceptance of what each other had turned into over those many years.
(376/400)NeylaCharacter owned by meNeyla is someone who Estroix looks up to. She is seen as a motherly figure to him due to how she's helping him cope with his current situation. Even though he does have slight difficulty in trusting Neyla and her other friends, he does understand that, without them, he would be utterly lost and devastated. Neyla tries her best to keep her distance from Estroix, especially during times when he feels like he absolutely can't be around anyone. She knows that she can't force herself onto him in hopes of helping him in his journey as it would more than likely produce a negative effect.
She met Estroix when she was traveling through a forest he was currently inhabiting for the night. Feeling threatened, he followed the pink viscet closely, trying to see what she was doing without the need to actually interact with her. His silent sneaking was of no use as Neyla's nature based magic allowed her to summon vines that easily trapped the bat viscet. When Neyla first saw his face, she understood that Estroix wasn't just another usual bandit she had encountered way too many times before. Even though Estroix was trying his best to keep a straight face, she could easily see through him. Glimpses of his pains and fears could be read through close examination of the shakes of his body as well as the general aura around him.
She immediately released her vines, causing the male viscet to drop down to the dirt floor with a gentle thud. He looked down while he was on his knees and hands, refusing to make eye contact with her. She knew that she had a lot of work ahead of her.
When she extended her hand to the fallen Estroix to help him up, she was met with a sharp blade, hidden on his right wrist. It caused her to jerk back her hand, but she tried her best to keep it extended. Even with the pain telling her to get out of there, she continued to stay. After a few minutes of waiting, Estroix finally realized that she was not a threat. He raised his head up to get a small peek at her face. Their eyes locked for only a second before he withdrew his gaze, took her hand, and did his best to mutter an audible apology to her. She immediately forgave him.
(400/400)His mother Character concept by meWhile they barely talk much anymore, Estroix tries his best to keep in contact with his mother to ensure that she's safe. They're only able to message each other once every few months due to how fearful she is of Estroix being caught by the town's guards as he has to manually deliver each letter he writes.
Estroix was more attached to his mother as she was always more understanding towards him. She is the one who taught him how to write, as well as how to be articulate in his speech. Without his mother, he would be unable to communicate with her or his clients, since his father never wanted him to learn as he felt it would take away time from other important lessons. His mother also helped him have breaks from the strenuous exercises he was often subjected to.
It was clear that his mother wanted to be around Estroix more than she was allowed to by her husband. She had lost so much time to spend with him as a child already, and the fact that he was now completely removed from her hurt her soul so much. Estroix tries his best to leave little souvenirs for his mother to remember him by whenever he gets a mission close to his home town to ensure that his mother doesn't give up on him. Three of his five sisters had already moved out and away as his family desperately needed money; in order to help provide for the large family, the sisters had to move out to blooming cities to find plentiful areas of work. He tries his best to send money to his family as well. Whenever he receives a tip for a job well done, he'll sneak it to one of his sisters to give to his mother when they decide to travel back for the holidays.
He has always considered his mother to be his closest ally, and he is happy that she can still support him, even if they're far apart. The only person he can't be anxious or fearful around is his own mom, especially since he considers her to be one of his closest friends. Because of her, he tries his best to continue on with his life in hopes of finally being allowed back home safely and peacefully.
(388/400)Krystal Character owned by meKrystal was introduced to Estroix by Neyla, even though he requested her not to introduce him to new people. Neyla basically ignored his pleas and went ahead with her plans anyways as she felt that Krytal would do him a lot of good.
At first glance, Krystal is pretty much a polar opposite when compared with Estroix. However, they're also quite alike, as Neyla easily knew. They both use their intellect during battle as their sheer natural strength can be bested by many foes, and, more importantly, they both want to challenge their fate since they know it can't tie them down if they continue to fight for the right to live their life as they please.
Because of these key similarities, Estroix found himself relaxing a small bit around Krystal, which he found to be peculiar. Due to his father's rigorous teachings drilling an internal hatred towards nobility, Estroix never expected to find himself in a position of friendship with a princess. The same could be said of Krystal; even though she was absolutely willing to listen to Neyla, she was admittedly highly fearful of the male viscet on first sight. Neyla had informed Krystal all of the misdeeds he's committed during his life away from home, and she thought that Neyla was basically punishing her for something she might have done. Of course, Neyla predicted that Estroix's true good nature would shine through and he would be able to control his unreasonable dislike towards the rich.
While their relationship was fairly rocky, even after getting to know each other as well as possible, Krystal honestly enjoyed being around Estroix. When her guards were out on a mission, she would allow him to practice in the training fields with her and Neyla to ensure that he would be quick on his feet when he had to go out on a job of his.
Even though Krystal doesn't agree with Estroix's occupation, she does understand why he has to do what he does. She only hopes that, one day soon, he'll be able to live the life that he truly wants to live.
(353/400)SabineCharacter owned by meNeyla was a bit hesitant on introducing Sabine to Estroix. Since the two female witches were intense rivals with each other, she feared that Sabine would try to pull a little stunt that would harm Estroix more than help him. But, to Neyla's surprise, Sabine was very interested in actually helping the bat-like viscet.
Estroix is very wary of Sabine, even more so than Krystal or Neyla, but at the same time he feels oddly comfortable around her. While he dislikes her sarcastic ways of speech, he appreciates how wise she really is. Sabine, being a person who spent a majority of her time in the underworld, is able to coach Estroix on how to locate his targets when he's hired by a client. Even though he refuses to make a big entrance like her when she finds her target since he knows that'll put him at a very big risk, he has learned quite a few things on how to track someone down.
Sabine, unlike Neyla or Krystal, is absolutely fine with his chosen career, especially since she would be an absolute hypocrite if she wasn't. She understands why people must do cruel actions against supposedly "good" people, as she experiences it on a daily basis herself as an angel hunter. Because of how supportive she is to him on doing his job well, it brings him back memories of his father, causing him to better himself for future hired jobs.
She is the only one who has really done anything to teach Estroix on how to be better at his occupation. Even though he has come across many different assassins in his life, none of them wanted to give the young man tips on how to perform his duties in fear that they will end up being the target themselves.
(302/400)A short story about who they are closest to:
I met Icarius for the first time when we were both visclings. While I had no clue what he looked like in reality, I felt that I had a clear cut understanding who he truly was through the words he had written me. Even his very first message sparked my imaginative mind with visions of his apperance. Looking back at it now, if I were to overhear myself talking so kindly about the figure that I honestly knew so little about, I would have thought my younger self had created up an imaginary friend.
I had made him a kind and generous soul; one that was much too forgiving and polite to make it through this harsh world. It was through the interpretation of his personality that I found a way to understand why exactly he lived alone up in the clock tower. It was a way to distract from me thinking that he never wanted to meet me face to face.
But, of course, that one fateful day in which he informed me that he couldn't speak to me anymore had to arrive. It was so obvious; I am still surprised that I wasn't able to predict such a sudden shift. I was devastated by his words, and I had so many questions for him about why he was leaving. For all these years, I had blamed myself for him ultimately leaving me, especially during such a tender time for myself. I had lost many friends already at the point; losing Icarius had forced me to rethink my actions in life. Because of those well strewn events, I started to believe more firmly in what my father tried to drill into me, which was to put my trust in no one but myself. I was the only one who would be there for myself. If I needed to get help, I would be the only one to provide myself the help I need. No matter what situation I was thrown in, the only one that I could depend on that would always be there was my own self.
At least, that was how I felt until very recently.
On a quick job that I was hired to do for a nice sum of gold, I had been notified of another assassin stalking my target. My client thought that I might miss the kill I was assigned to. If I were to have missed, I would have ultimately wasted my time as I wouldn't receive any compensation. To say that I was enraged would be a complete understatement. I was determined to find my target and rid of him as quickly as possible, especially before the other hired assassin even spotted them.
I walked through the pathway in the marketplace lined with bustling stalls, weaving in and out of people in front of me. In the midst of the ongoing sounds of civilians conversing with themselves and the stall owners, I overheard what sounded to be my target's name being muttered by a suspicious looking man.
I began my approach towards the hooded viscet, keeping my gaze focused on him until I was within arm's reach. I extended my hand out to him, but before I could touch his shoulder, I froze. There was something... familiar about him. He had obviously noticed my presence too, since he quickly spun around to get a glimpse at me. We locked eyes with each other; even though I absolutely despise eye contact, there was something that prevented me from looking away.
"Icarius...?"
I quietly asked the tall figure standing in front of me. However, before he could respond, I turned away abruptly to flee out of sheer fear and embarrassment. No, it couldn't be him; how stupid can you be, Estroix?
I broke through the crowds, attempting to get away from him as fast as I could. I didn't know that man. How could I? My mind was obviously playing tricks on me. I heard fast footsteps tailing me from behind, causing me to continue my running. I tried my best to break out into a sprint in hopes of losing him in the crowds, but he was much too close to me and there were way too many people in my way to do so. Instead, I made a quick break for it in the alleyway, hoping that I would be able to climb my way out of this crazy predicament.
He was fast, much too fast though. He quickly was able to rush and trap me to the building's wall. He continued to stare at me, even after he released his firm grip on my wrists.
"Why did you run?"
I stared down at my hands, massaging my wrists that were sore from the sudden impact.
"Estroix, answer me."
As soon as he mentioned the first syllable of my name, my ears perked up.
"So... It really is you after all?"
I said, chuckling afterwards.
"Please, just answer me this. Why did you leave me?"
I could tell that he was nervous.
"I didn't leave you because I wanted to. I wanted to continue to talk to you, but important matters had come up. Life happens, Estroix, and I'm certain that you're much too familiar with that idea."
Even though it wasn't a specific answer, it was a response that I was content with. I was overjoyed to know that he didn't leave me because of something that I might have done. He reached into his coat, pulling out a folded paper, and handing it to me.
"I'm not interested in the pay, so there's the target's location. Stay safe, Estroix. I plan on seeing you again soon."
I watched as my childhood friend left the premise; the meeting was so abrupt, so sudden. I was left with a feeling mixed with curiosity, joy, and uncertainty. I was happy that a familiar person had finally reappeared in my life, especially one that I cared so dearly about.
There was no use in waiting around here, so I left to claim my rightful bounty.
(1012/1000)Biggest regret:
I try my best to not regret my actions, as I know that I can never change the past. But, I find it difficult, especially when I have to be constantly reminded of my mistakes. However, even with all of my present regrets, the biggest one that I have is not being able to be there for my family.
I was not there when my father's life was taken away from us, and I am now no longer with my family to help care for them. I have these visions of what I could have possibly done to prevent this whole situation from occurring, especially when I sleep at night. I keep on being reminded of how my family is now struggling when it comes to basic living. Without my father's constant pay coming in to our family's funds, I have found out through messages delivered by my sisters that my mother is experiencing a more difficult time than she expected. Since two out of five of my sisters have work stationed in our hometown, my mother wants to stay with them to ensure they have a safe place to stay. The other three had moved out to find better paying jobs, landing themselves in a far away city. I was happy that they were all able to find room for work and living in the same city with each other, but that also meant my mother would end up fretting over if they were safe or not.
Through sending my mother extra money I had earned from past jobs, I felt only slight relief from my regrets. I still wish I was able to be with my family physically instead of just there in spirit or financially, since I can guess that they need more than just financial support right now. I know that I need their support too, but with the likelihood of the town's guards finding and arresting me much too high, it's a risk that I am not willing to take. It is urgent that I find the organization behind my father's demise; if I am arrested for the crime I'm falsely accused of, I will never be able to get my revenge or my normal life back.
The constant echoes of my family's cries are enough to last me nightmares for a lifetime, and even though they do not blame me for what had happened to my father, I continue to blame myself for the errors I have made. Grief has affected me too much, and while it came off as an easy feeling to conquer, I find myself being unable to conquer this one. Maybe it is because I am unable to apologize to my father, or that I know that I will not be able to see him ever again.
Right now, I am still stuck in the utter turmoil known as the stage of anger. I have no clue on when my mind, body, and soul will allow me to move on to finally come to acceptance of my father's passing, but I know that I need to get past it as soon as possible. Being angry at myself and the ones that caused our suffering will only continue to distract me from my goal. I need to have a collected mindset if I ever want to actually achieve getting my life back. Even though anger, combined with fear, is keeping me alive and my adrenaline filled survival instincts kicking, I need to be able to carefully construct a well thought out plan.
I only hope that, by finally achieving my goal of revenging my father's life, my guilt and my regrets will soon leave my mind. I do fear that I will continue to be haunted by these horrific feelings of uneasiness, but it is certainly worth a try. At least I will be able to say that I tried my best, regardless of what the outcome may be.
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