Estrellita {wip}

Full Name: Estrellita {unknown}
Nickname/Alias: Strella
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty-Two, May 25 1993
Race: Fairy
Occupation: She is a model and newly debuted actress
Species Group: n/a
Play-By: Park Shin Hye

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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Modelling
❤ Bright items
❤ Iced coffee from the human world

Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Spiders
✗ Butterfly nets (nets in general)
✗ Cheaters and Traitors

Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Being captured in a net in fairy form
☬ Never having a companion

Goals (At Least 1):
★ To become a professional actress

Personality: Having a stoic and calm demeanor on the outside but actually being very shy and easily embarrassed on the inside. She tends to try to keep her embarrassed reactions to herself in private and will move to another room or turn around to avoid anyone seeing the blush that is probably spreading across her cheeks. She is caring and loving even if her personality on the outside does not show it

Traits

Flashing lights, Dancing bodies, Pounding music, and Neon. This was the life she lived outside of well life. She being one of the many dancers on the stage in front of everyone. She constantly exposed herself to the dangers of the night life, lecherous eyes staring, handing trying to grab. She was just a rave dancer. She wasn't stripping, nor was she sticking her body parts in peoples dances and she sure as hell wasn't collecting ones from the audience for a living. Sure a stray dollar or two would make it's way onto the stage or in one of the cages if she was assigned there, but never were they close enough or allowed to touch her to place them in her waist band.

Sure her outfit would probably be considered slutty to the average Joe outside of the rave club, but to anyone that knew her, her work environment and the rave life they would know that it was only a outfit. It in NO WAY. Defined her. Nor did she get arrested for walking home in it like a stripper could. If anything she looked like a flurry loving girl with the all the fur the outfits usually consisted of. Tonight's outfit was simply a turquoise blue, white and black. The while and blue would glow brightly under the black lights in the club. Her short - short skirt was a white band with blue fur that made her hips pop with every move as she swayed her hips to the music, she had fluffy Ombré blue, black, and white fur leg warmers along her calves that covered her black stilettos. The top part of her rave outfit was a turquoise tub top under a black halter top hoodie with transparent white long sleeves and blue fur around the hem of the hoodie.

She had to say this was always one of her favorite uniforms, aside from the occasionally pink one that would bring out the purplish hue or her eyes and the pink in her strawberry blond hair. Her night was coming to end finally as she could see her replacement making her way over to her cage. Occasionally as she looked out to the audience she would notice a particularly suspicious male in the back of the crowd. What was suspicious you say? He was in a crowd of dancers. Standing perfectly still. Staring. At. Her.

Every time her eyes made contact with the males eyes she felt a uncomfortable shudder slip down her spine. Trying to ignore him, she continued with her movements, her hips swaying slowly now as the tempo dropped before crescendo-ing once more causing her to throw her arms up and thrust her hips quickly with the beat.

After two or more songs and more constant staring her dance shift was finally over for the night and she was finally able to head home for the night in prep for the morning hours of school. In the back changing room she slipped the fluffy leg warmers off her legs and pulled some long black socks up her legs and threw some black long combat boots on and threw a black females trench coat over her dance outfit. Working her risked getting things stolen so she never brought any extra clothes, money -- other then what WAS thrown at her -- or personal items. She may have worked with these girls for awhile.. But some of them were just to shady for her comfort.

Opening the door to the back alley, allowing the pounding of the music to bleed into the dirty back alley before closing with a dark metal slam, effectively soundproofing the rave music, now making the alley as quiet as the forest on a new moon night, and almost as dark if it wasn't for the neon lights of the district at each end of the alley casting a eerie glow in both directions. Now making her way down the alley was stopped suddenly as she saw the silhouette of a man before her. Shaking her head, remembering where she was and that it was probably just a random drunk, she continued on. As she passed the man he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the light once more with him and pressing her against the alley way. She howled for a moment before her mouth was covered, her eyes shot up and they met with the eyes of the man from the club, her heart plummeted to her feet.

"You know. You have some very seductive moves in there.. How about I pay you more then any of those other guys and you give me some private... lessons." She heard him say into her ear as his hand moved down into her trench coat and touched her leg for a moment. "Never. You.. BASTARD!." Regaining her courage she took her heels and dug them into the toes of the man holding her against the wall. Successfully he released her. "DAMN IT!" she could hear him yell as she took off running towards the opening of the alley, as she closed in she could see yet another mans silhouette. She prayed he wasn't another pervert!