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Esther Helena Whäner
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15 || Uncertain
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Abilities, Skills and Resources
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Appearance Details
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Various braids, glasses to see, oversized sweaters, tight jeans and leggings, brightly colored sneakers, lots of ink stains on hands, wide thighs, tiny chest, plump features. Most of Esther’s glow will follow from her expressions. Smiles and frowns, sadness and bewilderment—all of it carries their own extremes that eliminates all sense of observer interpretation. She is an open book with a font large enough for the blind. Esther does not shy away from happy returns, physical or otherwise.

Character Synopsis
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Esther was born in Dresden, Germany on May the 4th. Her father was Sebastian Hermann Whäner and her mother was Lieselotte Hilde Whäner. Esther was named after her great-grandmother.

Esther’s story begins with her father, Sebastian Hermann Whäner. He was born somewhere in Germany, 1955. That household slumbered upon a peculiar past and a patriarchal figure interested in experiments of the mind and human behavior. Sebastian was twelve years old in 1967, when everything changed. The following years are shadowed by strange interpretation and fractured memories, but it sparked in Sebastian a similar interest that his father had, only many times as destructive.

Sebastian graduated with honors and dedicated his life to research and experimentation. Some of his pursuits and methods were rather extreme and frowned upon by colleagues. He eventually got himself ejected from that esteemed community after having exposed his terrifying ‘gift’. Years of unemployment and misery followed. Eventually, he and his wife was able to leave Germany for North America, having secured a similar line of work without previous shame.

By the time Sebastian’s daughter had reached a young age, his gift had grown beyond his understanding. He had become obsessed with his own ‘legacy’ and research, convinced that his daughter carried an identical ambition. Between Esther’s seventh and thirteenth birthdays, Sebastian subjected her to a series of what has later been labeled ‘Mental Abuses’. He entered her dreams and created vast spaces of his own altered memories and visions of the future. He subjected her to daily hallucinations that were designed to change her way of thinking and feeling. Esther was never directly harmed, but her mother seems to think so, and all those who have analyzed the account concurs.

Eventually, Esther’s mother severed all contacts with Sebastian through divorce and law enforcement. Esther and her mother were relocated to Crestwood Hollow after Sebastian failed to show up in court, and subsequently deemed dangerous. Esther was originally submitted to the Program for ‘memory therapy’, but she decided to stay for other reasons.

Personality
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Esther communicates primarily through physical action. If it is not through sign language, it is through facial expressions, touch, and drawing and writing. This mode of communication instills the illusion of an exaggerated individual. One might even think of actors at the theatre and their overt testimonies. It used to be tiresome for Esther, but she has grown to enjoy it at times. She personally prefers communication through physical touch, especially with friends. It is one of those things that seems to have been lost in the modern age. People are so distant, so cold, so robotic—at least to Esther. Sometimes she deliberately ‘forgets’ her notebook, so that she cannot write or draw, but is forced to communication through either sign or touch.

If there is anything about her ability that has affected her the most, then it is empathy. It is the one part of her extra sensory input that she does not ignore. Esther dreams of being able to work with people in the future, where she can put that part of her ability, empathy, to good use. Esther’s way of being has come to be directed by how those around her feel, their state of mind. It is almost as if she is an ‘emotional support animal’, short and cute, but a bit more complex and a bit more dangerous. Esther hopes to train herself to be able to enter other people’s dreams or create hallucinations of alternate realities in which she and another person can tackle emotional demons and regain happiness, as a form of therapy. Seeing as she cannot speak, Esther has ruled out the option of becoming a psychologist.

Due to what her father did, Esther has a strict code of conduct when it comes to ‘invasive’ telepathy. She knows when a person’s sense of integrity is broken, where the line is drawn. She has never felt herself ‘power hungry’ or ‘villainous’ in the sense of wanting to know secrets about people, or to know what they think. As she does not randomly hear peoples’ thoughts, it is quite easy for her to be ‘normal’, and to communicate by other means. However, Esther does promote the use of her empathic ability, but she considers it to be non-invasive—normal people can have great empathy as well. But, when it comes to the still developing aspects of her ability, such as creating hallucinations or perception denial (shadowing), she will only test it on people who are clearly hostile.

Miscellaneous
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Esther will always ‘ask’ if she can telepathically speak with a friend. If the friend agrees, that friend will hear a voice from Esther as if she was speaking, but her mouth will not move. The voice Esther uses is usually whatever female voice she likes, but never the voice of who she is speaking to. Esther is very careful when it comes to ‘invasive’ telepathy. One would have to be a diehard enemy for Esther to force herself into the mind.

Esther reads and watches a lot of horror books and films. While it is mostly personal preference and interest, it is a useful abstraction to have when inserting images into someone’s mind or creating nightmare visions for the plain eye. Also, Halloween is Esther’s favorite thing ever. Everything—absolutely everything—has to be perfect and included during that time of the year.

Due to her expressive nature, it can be difficult for Esther to show that she likes someone in particular without bluntly stating it through writing. To most people it will seem as if she loves them at first glance, but, of course, that is not the case. Esther has troubles with distinguishing between genuine and non-genuine affection, as she is always affectionate as a form of communication. If someone likes her, they might have to bluntly state it, just as she has to, in order for Esther to understand—unless they allow her to enter their mind and find out.

Esther’s favorite sweet is Chocolate Pudding.

When Esther speaks: "sign language", "telepathy", "written text".


@Lord Wraith@Roman
The relationship sheet is something that we should fill out beforehand? I saw the the update/announcement, but I assume that's something that us 'accepted' people can work on now?

@Aeolian
You know what's interesting? Esther's and Benjamin's conflicting family histories. It could make for a decently dramatic subplot in the story. Perhaps doubt and suspicion directed at Esther, thinking that she is or will become her father is and grand father was? Maybe there is something to dig in there.

@Hillan
What will Marcus do when he works for Hyperhuman rights? Would it be something that's already on-going or something that he'll pick up along the story? Esther could potentially be all over it, wanting to help.
◼ W E E K 0 0 1: The world of Crestwood shows Hyperhuamns as being possibly one of the most oppressed races in history, they're unable to hold positions of authority nor able to use their gifts without fear of punishment. How does this affect your character and their relationship with society both as a whole and within the confines of a highschool social heirarchy? How has discovering that they are a Hyperhuman changed their worldview?


Worldview is the problem for Esther. The primary issue isn’t the discovery itself, but the mode of discovery through her father’s constructed illusions and dream worlds. She has no recollection of when it began, just that it began at some point during memories that might be fabricated. Knowing which parts of her past that are real and not is a struggle that consumes plenty of energy, but eventually she will feel the cracks of this reality and its cruelties concerning those who are different. When it dawns on her that what she wants for her life might not be possible, Esther might feel a bit lost. The danger lies in the possibility of that disappointment radicalizing her in the same way it did her father, which means that he will have the last laugh.

Esther knows that she can hide her ability unlike others. She feels for those who bring upon the world destructive impulses that causes fearful reaction. However, Esther has a strange relationship with the laws of nature, things of the mind, and action and reaction—all of it is but mud ready to be shaped by someone. Her father once convinced her that she was a cat, but Esther did not realize until after he released her from that perception. The point is that she believes that anyone can be persuaded, and that some kind of agreement can be reached. She forgave her father, whereas nobody else ever did, but that doesn’t mean that what he did was moral.

However, Esther has issues with the fact that she and those like her are considered a separate ‘race’. She knows, through shared memories with her father, what her great grandfather meddled in during the devastating war that Europe suffered at that time, and their view on ‘race’. Esther is strictly against radicals that speak for or against Hyperhumans as being separate, superior, or inferior. She will not bear the Great shame that comes with her name and ethnic history.

Lurking.
Sincere and deep apologies to everyone here. I was suddenly hit by a severe shitshow that demanded all attention, and it didn't end until recently. But, seeing as nobody reacted negatively here, it seems like it didn't do much damage.

I hope everyone is well, and thanks for the short participation.
@Sep
It was great! Everyone is wonderful so far.
Cool. I'll keep an eye on this, see how it develops.
Flashback: Helston.
Do you have everything?” An old, husky voice asked after having managed up the stairs with slow, heavy steps. Amelia knew that anything of value was within her possessions, but chose not to answer. The man leaned against the frame of the doorway leading into her room of the house. It had been Amelia’s home ever since she was born, for better and worse.

Amelia--
Save it,” the girl interrupted. The man brooded for a moment, contemplating all that was and all that would be after this day. Every ride had an end. The only thing a man could do was to choose how it would end. This man had made his choices, just as Amelia had made hers.
So, that’s it? Everything just ends here?” He finally spoke again after having observed the girl pack her things neatly into a U.D.F. issued seabag.
There is no ‘everything’. You lied to me and you drove her to madness. There is nothing, literally nothing that you can say that will fix any of this,” Amelia said. The man remained silent. He knew that she was right, but as with all good things coming to an end, those on the side of despair always try to hang on. After a while, when Amelia had finished packing her bag, standing head to head with the man blocking the doorway, he spoke again. It seemed as though he had accepted this fate. He only had one request.
At least deliver a message to my son, if you find him.
Amelia was expressionless, deep under on her medication, but did not resist.
Tell him to come home. That’s it. No strings attached,” the man said and backed away from the doorway, so that Amelia could pass through. While she was disappointed and distraught, she was not heartless.
I will," she nodded and left.


Present: U.D.F. Headquarters, Oakridge.
Geez, what's with this guy? Amelia thought to herself.

It was not too often that Amelia encountered someone of Livrian descent. He could also have been south Ceacrian, but she doubted it. Either way, he seemed agitated about something. The big entrance, throwing his things around, dashing towards the books as if the world was coming to a boring end—maybe he did not want to be here for whatever reason. Amelia subtly observed him, but could not help to roll her eyes. It was not until he sat down and his spirits began to appear that she put two and two together. He was probably here for the same reason that Amelia was, which she did not actually know, but she was not about to ask this guy. The shapes that his spirits took were fascinating, though, as some of them were similar to hers.

It was not too often that Amelia saw someone of Livrian descent. He could also have been south Ceacrian, but she doubted it. Either way, he seemed agitated about something. The big entrance, throwing his things around, dashing towards the books as if the world was coming to a boring end—maybe he did not want to be here for whatever reason. Amelia subtly observed him, but could not help to roll her eyes. It was not until he sat down and his spirits began to appear that she put two and two together. He was probably here for the same reason that Amelia was, which she did not actually know, but she was not about to ask this guy. The shapes that his spirits took were fascinating, though, as some of them were similar to hers.

Guest after guest just seemed to drop in. The next one made an even louder entrance. Boys will be boys, she thought to herself. Amelia just prayed that the two would not start some kind of pissing contest, like the guys did back home in Helston about everything. The last one to arrive seemed especially hot headed, having managed to say both bitch and fuck within a matter of moments. Amelia crossed her arms and sighed. The older looking guy was right. What were they even waiting for? She assumed all of this had something to do with the Guardian thing, whatever it was supposed to mean. Amelia had never given much thought to spirits and such. The typical gift offering and prayer was just something she did because everyone else did it. But, perhaps it was not meaningless. Perhaps whatever this U.D.F. circus was would show some kind of purpose to it all.

Do any of you know why we’re here? They didn’t say much,” Amelia asked.
@Sep
Sure, but add some lines about 'Hung Ga', so that we know what it is exactly. Then post it up!
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