ESTELLE AIMÉE DE LA roux

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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Estelle Aimee de la Roux. It’s a name that rolls off the tongue like silk, and one that has danced across the lips of many in the illustrious institution of Beauxbatons. She’s sugar and spice and everything nice; are you ready for a treat?

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She's a sight for sore eyes, alright. It is of little surprise that Estelle commands the attention of others wherever she goes. When your blood is ¾ Veela, a being whose essence bleeds elegance and pulchritude, you tend to draw eyes, whispers and hearts. It's the wild, tangible magic surrounding her that makes Estelle so alluring and addictive. It dances like sparks across your skin, drums a second heartbeat into your blood, and leaves you aching with want. (To stand before a Veela is a brush with death, but to leave her presence is to die everyday, as they say.)

So they come, like moths fluttering to the flame of her spirit, or voyagers beckoned by the siren's call. Estelle's beauty is her snare and sword, and she knows exactly how to wield it.

But Estelle is no mere vain, vapid Veela. Raised single-handedly by her Mère, a ½ Veela witch who serves (present tense) as a faithful servant of the Minstère de la Magie, discipline and drive were instilled into Estelle even before her first words were uttered. She is to follow in her Mère's footsteps to serve justice and the greater good, step by step and not a heel out of place. This is, after all, the reason she had been made.

And Estelle did not – does not – disappoint. She pushes herself to the limit, a precedent set her in childhood when Mère tutored and trained her in all things magical and otherwise. 12 hours every day, no less but certainly more.

"You have to be parfait, Estelle! Make Mère proud, ma cher."

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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]well once upon a time a veela cried because her prada bag got scratched and out of that tear emerged este, fully grown and that, kids, are how babies are made

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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]From TND:
Well then, tonight's the night.

Estelle's stance was cattish and almost laxed to the point of lazy upon where she stood - a curious thing indeed, seeing how she was currently perched upon the sloped roof of Britain's most heavily guarded building, third only to the Parliament and Buckingham Palace, of course. Said building was none other than the laboratory of the elite researchers, the very brain behind the MI6 force of the United Kingdom. Estelle also believed that they affectionately refer to it as 'Melinda'.

It was about time to get to work then - midnight was fast escaping. Now was just the perfect time; late enough that the usual crowd that flocked the halls of this building would be tucked away in bed, and yet not too late for an unexpected guest to pop by - especially if it's an agent who had returned from a classified infiltration mission.

The sides of her lips quirked up in a smile as Estelle tugged off a single leather glove from her hand, revealing a ring upon a finger fashioning the most exquisite diamond solitaire. Yet much like its owner, the gem possessed much more than it appeared. It would only reveal its true potential in the toughest of situations - and that was what Estelle exactly needed.

Lowering her ring against the glass panes of the rooftop window, Estelle carved out a circle just large enough for a slender form such as hers to slip through. Thankful for the quick reactions she was blessed with, Estelle managed to snag the hefty piece of glass before it shattered against the ground below. It was a long way down, she calculated with a judging eye, but nothing she couldn't handle.

Setting the glass aside and replacing her ring with the glove, Estelle slanted one last smile at her fashion accessory. Diamonds truly are a girl's best friend. The rest was the easy part; gliding down the hole and landing with a barely audible click upon her heels, and she was in. Thank goodness she had the security disabled beforehand. What couldn't money buy - oh right, not a contract loyalty.

Phase one, completed; now onto phase two. Ever wonder how the baddies had their share of questionable technology? Sure, they have their mad scientists here and there, but they're such fragile things and they die ever so easily. (Estelle speaks from personal experiences.) So the lawless being just that, simply do that they do best - steal it from the good guys. From plans to prototypes to those that have been perfected and manufactured, as long as they could get their hands on them, then finder's keepers.

Slipping on a pair of sunglasses that filtered a rough map of the building's interior straight to a one way view, Estelle made a couple of turns right and left to her desired destination - straight to the heart of the inventions.

And came face-to-face, with a lock.

Brilliant.

Because they couldn't just do a simple thumb scanner for the lock on the door - Estelle could have just sliced off someone's thumb for that - no. They had to go all out; eyes, thumbs, voice and even... Ha. The researchers must be very proud of their arses as well.

And this was what she paid a mini fortune for.

Sighing, Estelle fished out a tiny disc, no bigger than the shell of her palm. It was an invention from one of those mad scientists - the ultimate lock-breaker. (Estelle made sure it lived up to its name by throwing said scientist into a room with a ticking time bomb, closed off by layers and layers of random high tech. security. It worked. He survived, just barely.)

Placing it upon the scanner, she took a step back and simply let the device do its work, unenabling all the security layers one by one, till the last finally surrendered with a defiant 'click'.

Bingo.

Thankfully the lab was empty, but with the lights and system still on at full speed ahead, Estelle reckoned that someone simply left for a coffee break - and would be back very shortly. She advanced towards a scatter of files, rapidly flipping through them and scanning them for any particular info. Paper work here and there, with the odd pieces of badly scribbled grocery lists.

And then finally, she found it. She found--

Wait. What was that?

Footsteps, she was certain, and that were far too close to the door. There was no time to escape. Breathing another sigh, Estelle pocketed her newly found toy-to-be and steadied her shoulders. Be charming, be disarming. All in a day's work.

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