--Statistics--

Speed ****
Strength **
Technique ****
Vitality ***
Endurance *

 

Name Pronounced: S-stella

Age: 34

Birthday: July 7

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 138 lb

Nationality: British

What?: Human

Pocket Monster Representative: Gorgeous Gardevior

Instrument: Organ

Weapon: Whip

Favorite Color: Gold

Likes: Diamonds; cashmere; ivory

Hates: Waiting

Most Valuable: Herself

Dreads Above All: ???

Friends: Bashou

General Outlook: Kneel before me

Dreams: She has her dream already

Phobia: Hangnails

Favorite Food: Escargot

Nitpicky Nitpicks:

—Causal Outfit: Long, white gown; diamonds all over the place; white high heels

—Battle Outfit: Red leather mini dress; matching boots and gloves

Appearance: Long, black curly hair reaching past her waist; tall, thin, and lithe; wears the most expensive makeup sometimes; dark violet eyes; white skin

Had Not the Things that Happened Happened: She wouldn’t be affected

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History: At first glance Estella may pass off as just another stereotypical rich, beautiful, famous person, living in a mansion filled with servants and all she could ever want. But the daughter of Alfred and Veronica Bradbury has some things she likes to keep secret.

Her hobby for instance is one. Unlike per say, Shang, Estella is a freelancer. She works for herself. No one knows where she disappears to at night, nor all the business that she attends to, but she grows steadily richer.

While on one of her little errands, she clashed with the Rocket Gang and was apprehended. Seeing her beauty she would have been put to use, but her cousin, who worked for the Rocket Gang himself, indirectly saved her from the defilement through the use of his own slave.

This incident significantly lowered her confidence and she hung low for a while. During this time she befriended a lower class boy, but a cute one and she decides she'll stay with him for security until she no longer needs him.

All in all Estella is a rather cold, manipulative, deceptive character. She hides her immense disdain for her inferiors, and uses people to get her way. Even the times when she is tempted not to be completely heartless and selfish, she excuses and justifies herself, searing her conscious to even greater coldness.

 

I paid no attention to the distraught pleas for help from the girl who had rescued me. It was her duty to save me and she should have been more than happy to sacrifice her freedom, her life, for me. I was under no obligations to lift so much as a finger to return the favor.

Thus leaving that one-winged…freak behind, I escaped the accused Rocket Gang base and found myself in a densely wooded area. Quickly deciding on a direction, I started off. Within an hour, I was completely lost, thirsty, tired, and cold. The night was setting in upon me faster than I had expected. I admit, I may have given up in despair had not a young man found me. He apparently knew where he was going and, pretending to be faint, I made him carry me to his humble cottage on the side of the road.

He seemed immediately attached to me and doted upon my every need, warmly clothing me and giving me the best food he had to offer, which I must add wasn’t my cup of tea. I finally introduced myself and inquired as to whom my handsome rescuer might be. I flattered the young Ferris boy, made him intensely inflamed for me, then I told him that I had to return to my home speedily. We parted with a small kiss and I promised to visit him again very soon.

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ESTELLA GISELLE BRADBURY