ESTHEIM;; hope

[Hope Estheim]

` HOPE ESTHEIM
- - - will break these chains


a mother is God in the eyes of a child.




They Can't Take Our Rights

Name: Hope Estheim
Age: fourteen
Personality:

>>childish;; Hope is young, and because of it, he has yet to grow out of traits considering childish or immature. He’s slightly dependant, will throw fits to get what he wants, will yell to be heard, doesn’t wait his turn, is scared easily, and believes his mother to be God.
>>mature;; While Hope is only fourteen years old, he grew up fast in many aspects in his childhood. Being the only child in a one-parent family, Hope learned to take care of himself. He can be independent when he wants to be and could survive on his own. All in all, Hope is usually a very serious young man.
>>insecure;; Like he lacks faith in Villers, Hope lacks confidence in himself. He does not believe himself to be very strong despite being chosen by the I’Cie. He is easily frightened and often runs from battle whether it be other people, cie corpses, or beasts. Due to his childish nature, he can, on occasion, get over his feeling of being unsafe and lacking self-confidence. He has the spirit and power and will to become as strong as those he travels with both physically and mentally. The process will, however, be slow, lest it’s jumpstarted.
>>temper;; Hope has a very short temper. He can get mad over the littlest things, a trait he acquired after the death of his mother. Still bitter and morning over her death even now, the smallest irritation can set him off. His short temper is twice as short when it comes to Snow Villiers. Nothing Villiers can do is good enough for Hope and they both know it.

Game: final fantasy xiii
History:

Hope was born in the Cocoon that rests above Pulse. He grew up with only his mother, his father having died when he was too young to remember his face. Because of this, he became one of those little boys that believe they must protect their mother because she cannot do it herself. He thought himself to be the man of the family and had to take care of things his mother was not supposed to. Due to that, he had to make sure his mother was always comforted and any stress was gotten rid of. He grew up quickly in many aspects because of his love and loyalty. His mother was his entire world.

He was only eight-years-old when he and his mother were accused of being contaminated by Pulse in what the government dubbed “Purge.” The punishment for such a sin was banishment to the very place that had dirtied them, to the untamed face of Pulse. Thought young, Hope had heard millions of stories about the planet beneath Cocoon. It was the thing of horror stories, the very place sure to scare anyone. Due to which, the majority of what he’d heard were half-truths, but he knew that he could not allow his mother to be sent there. His lies and pleas that he was the only one corrupted to protect his beloved mother were drowned out by the anger accusations of the Holy Government.

All his efforts were for naught. While his mother stroked his hair and dried his tears, Hope felt the crushing weight of defeat. It seemed inevitable that he and his mother would be banished to Pulse. The luck that came was only named as such for a short time. Hope and his mother were among a small group of people rescued by Team Nora. Hope could not stop his mother from joining the resistance that had saved them. The very resistance that resulted in her death. During a battle, Hope’s mother sacrificed herself to protect Snow Villiers.

The blow to Hope was catastrophic. He almost died from his lack of will to survive after receiving the news. It was Oerba Dia Vanille that comforted him. Under her guidance Hope realized that his mother would suffer more to know that he had died as well. Even if it meant prolonging seeing her, he had to live and do something to make her proud. Yet, while he saw it as honorable on her part, Hope did not find it at all necessary. He blamed Snow Villiers for his mother’s death. Hope blamed him for involving her in the war, than not being able to protect her. He had killed Hope’s mother.

Now cursed like the other’s as an I’Cie, he travels with Lightening and Vanille and their companions. Both luckily and unluckily, Villiers is among their group. While he openly hates him, underneath Hope is searching feverishly for a way to seek revenge on Villiers for killing his mother.

We will fight

Weapons: boomerang
Powers:

Because Hope is a I’Cie, he has the ability to perform magic and summon his specific Eidolon, Siren. He is very quick because of his young age and very talented with his boomerang.

How did you find us: a new world awaits
Custom Title: little SPITFIRE [color=white][i]little[/i][/color] [color=skyblue]SPITFIRE[/color]
Password: lifestream
Sample RP:

wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen i

i need more affection than you know

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This was defiantly not Pulse and just as assuredly not Cocoon. Well, no. It could be he supposed, but it didn't feel like either and Hope was pretty good at putting two and two together. There was a lukewarm feeling in the air, like warmth going cold or perhaps cold warming up. He wasn't sure but either way it made him just as confused about whether or not he was comfortable being here. Of course, not knowing where here was put a damper on being at ease with it. And worse yet, he didn't know how he came to be here. The boy was laying on his stomach, arms bent in front of him, legs sprawled behind. His head was up, stormy eyes raking quickly, than slower over the surroundings in front of him. Cliffs. Dark blue cliffs that met purple ground on every side he could see. Hope Estheim swallowed and pushed himself up onto his knees. He was in a giant pit, with walls he couldn't climb. If behind him was the same . . .

He took a breath and forced himself to look. For a moment, fear flooded through him. At first glance, it certainly looked the same. It looked like he'd been caged in but after forcing himself to look again, Hope saw were the maw turned, offering at least a little bit of anticipation that he could get out. He shifted to his feet, rubbing the side of his face he'd slept on. There were soft indents where the rough terrain had pushed into his skin. Irritated, Hope began to walk, his boots making it an easy trek. It felt like he'd walked forever, the canyon making it seem like he was getting no where, the path he followed narrow and not at all direct. And then, there was the damn wind that blew against his back and made his footsteps muffled and his imagination run away on him until he was physically running like he intended to leave that part of his mind behind, running against the wind now, than beside it, not seeing where he was going, missing the first indication, the second, than -

Then he was skidding to a halt in what had to be part of a town. The rocks and dirt were gone and he was standing on cobblestones, his breathing a bit irregular from the sprint. Hope itched his cheek, noticing there was more than one way to go. He did not put much thought into it, knowing he would over think it and there was still the prickling of his imagination in the back of his head he had to evade. So he took the high road, following the curved path past the construction and the materials used for building. Hope was pleased with his choice. A large castle stood erect on his left and on his right was a view of the town he'd found himself in. He moved slowly across the Postern, setting his hands on the edge and closing his eyes. His body relaxed while his mind picked up speed. Where were the others? The rest of Nora? Or even that bastard Snow? His eyes opened, roaming over the houses in the distance. "Maybe down there?" He mumbled, not realizing he'd said it aloud. But his body was reluctant to move, and so he didn't, watching the sky turn colors as the sun began to settle onto the horizon.

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[Stella Nox Fleuret]

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