PERSONALITY
Sassy, sarcastic, opinionated, but not in a bossy, overwhelming way. While speak her mind but filter things for those who are less equipped to handle her forward, brass nature. Confident in most of her abilities, but not a bragger. A dog, cat and wildlife lover, she will leave bowls of food and water out in her back garden for creatures to replenish themselves on. Prefers minimal over opulence, comfort over extravagance.
LIKES
Hair ribbons || Oversized, vintage style reading glasses || Vinyl || Fountain pins || Quill and ink pots || Fairy lights || Oversized jumpers || High waisted trousers/skirts || Combat boots || Mint tea || Black americano coffee with two sugars || Hot chocolate with whipped cream || Listening to music on gramophones/record players || 1940s and some 1950s fashion || Eclairs (the sweets) || Coffee-flavoured choux buns || Crab || Snowdrops (the flower) || Fresh bed sheets || Silk || Cashmere || Dogs || Cats || Hedgehogs ||
DISLIKES
Mom jeans || Bootcut jeans || Vans (the shoes) || Kitten heels || Itchy clothing || Fruity perfume || Arrogance || Being disturbed when in the zone for painting || Being micromanaged || Show offs || Timidity (unless it's children) || Unsanitary places/people || Outdoor toilets || Cold baths/showers || Cappuccinos || Lattes || Pumpkin flavoured anything || Cinnamon || Cabbage || Radios || Black-and-white television || Silent movies || Frogs/toads || Worms ||
HOBBIES
Collects wooden hairpins || Collects vintage cameras || Collects vintage books || Painting || Photography ||
TALENTS
Calligraphy || Painting || Photography ||
FEARS
Being found by Kyrell || Being experimented on again by Kyrell || Being arrested/executed for association with Kyrell ||
__________Background
FATHER
Name unknown || Demon || Age unknown ||
MOTHER
Eliza || Human || Tricked by a demon who took the form of her husband to sleep with her || Deceased ||
SIBLINGS
Probably a few half-siblings but none that she had ever met ||
FRIENDS
Fellow warlocks Penelope (Penny or Pen for short) and Roland ||
EX-RELATIONSHIPS
Kyrell Stone|| Ex-partner || Warlock || Run away from and has been hiding from him for 87 years due to his experimentation regarding || interspecies mixing ||
PETS
None || but leaves food outside for the stray cats and wildlife in her garden ||
OTHER RELATIONSHIPS
Inara and Jansson Thorn || Employers and adoptive parents || Warlocks ||
A smattering of lovers and flings throughout her handful of centuries of living || Some include: Rudolph Valentino, Cary Grant, Greta Garbo, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Sylvia Plath ||
KNOWN PLACES OF RESIDENCY
UK: London, England || Oxford, England || Dublin, Ireland || Edinburgh, Scotland || Cardiff, Wales ||
Europe: Prague, Czech Republic || Marseille, France || Munich, Germany || Athens, Greece || Zakynthos, Greece || Milan, Italy || Amsterdam, Netherlands || Barcelona, Spain ||
North America: Toronto, Canada || Montreal, Canada || Chicago, USA || Los Angeles, USA || New York, USA || The Bahamas ||
South America: Buenos Aires, Argentina || Rio de Janeiro, Brazil ||
Scandinavia: Oslo, Norway || Stockholm, Sweden ||
Asia: Agra, India || Tokyo, Japan || Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia || Colombo, Sri Lanka || Singapore ||
Oceania: Melbourne, Australia || Brisbane, Australia || Suva, Fiji || Auckland, New Zealand ||
PURCHASED PROPERTIES
Cardiff || Barcelona || London || Milan || Prague || Toronto ||
__________History
Esme Silver was born on a sunny, crisp day in April 1709 to a Mrs Eliza Emsworth and Mr George Emsworth. However, it was soon realised that Eliza Emsworth had not conceived Esme with the real George Emsworth. Her child was that of a demon's and held the traits to prove it the moment she was born. Instead of the regular, bonny blue eyes that is commonplace with babies, feral yellow cat eyes stared up at the horrified parents instead. Luckily, in this world where magic and the creatures created from it or able to manipulate it was known, the Emsworth family were able to come to grips with what had happened.
The only Warlock within a family of humans, the Emsworths attempted their best to give Esme the childhood and upbringing that any of their children would have experienced. She attended mid-ranking private school, paid for by her father's generous pay as a gentleman's driver (he drove the carriages of a well-established tradesman who had become a Baron in his own right), but also had frequent tutorage with another known warlock down the street from the Emsworth family home. This tutorage came after both Eliza and George agreed that their daughter needed to learn of her lineage and how to control her magic, having read in the newspapers about grievous mishaps with young creatures who did not know how to control their magic.
As the years went by, Esme grew into a strong, confident young woman. She earned her keep by getting a job with the same man her father worked for as a maid, and kitchen help, at the age of 16, eventually earning the curious attention of the Baroness of the House, Inara Thorn, who appointed her to be her Lady's Maid at 22 (1731). She was encourage to not disguise her warlock marks around the Baroness, who was one herself. There, Esme formed an attachment to the Baroness who, in turn, grew fond of Esme.
Inara soon came upon a proposition for Esme, who was still learning her magic but was finding it difficult to get along with her tutor due to his use of the cane. Inara approached the Emsworths with the offer of tutoring Esme herself, offering to keep Esme on as a Lady's Maid so she could make money to send back to her family, but allowing the young warlock to move into the Thorn household.
It was an offer the family could not refuse, with all of them - despite the sadness of leaving - understanding what an opportunity it could be for their youngest daughter.
In the Thorn House, Esme began to blossom into a strong, powerful warlock. Under the tutelage of not just one but two warlocks, she soon became well versed in the manner of all things pertaining to her kind. Not only that, but incapable of having their own children, the Thorn couple named Esme as their heir in the eyes of human laws, should anything happen to them. Of course nothing would, but the couple, in their many years of fortune building and maintaining, set aside a meaty trust fund for the youngster for her to access when she ever needed it.
Over the next few decades, Esme began to say goodbye to her loved ones. Her mother passed away first, leaving Esme a silver locket with small, painted picture of herself and George on either side. Then her second eldest brother, followed by her father. Her eldest brother, sister and younger brother followed in a space that seemed too short for it to be real when in fact it had actually been a number of years. However, while her family passed on, with the promise to see her soon in one of her many life cycles, Esme lived on, not looking a day over 25.
The young warlock continued to learn from the Thorn family, the silver locket from her mother a constant presence in the hollow of her throat, as she read every book possible in the Thorn library. The basement was used to channel her energy into magic, and to practice the creation of potions. She would be tested to know basic defensive and offensive spells off by heart. But it was in her 74th year of living with the Thorns that Esme found her love for art. Gifted a pencil and charcoal set by Jansson Thorn for her 96th birthday (1805), Esme would find herself soon sketching in between her lessons and continued work as Inara's maid.
As one could imagine, it wasn't long until the Thorns were eager for a change of scenery and Esme was in total agreement. Over a century old by the time Inara and Jansson began to pack up their life in London and have the white sheets thrown over the furniture, Esme was itching to see a world beyond Mayfair. As their adopted daughter/Lady's Maid, Esme was asked if she would like to accompany them, and she jumped at the opportunity.
With Jansson Thorn being a tradesman, he had multiple connections across the globe and that allowed them the opportunity to visit a number of different countries. The best part being no need for boats since, as warlocks, they could conjure portals at any time.
The next few decades saw the Thorns and Esme (who had since renamed herself as Esme Silver) visit, and live in, countries both young and old, such as France, Greece, India, North America to name but a few. Esme's education broadened to the different cultures and religions that laid beyond the comfort of her home land, and with it, came a new inspiration for her art.
Not long after her 213 birthday (1922), Esme decided that, with the turn of the tide with women receiving the vote (in America and England, at least) and the changing views on women after the Great War, it was time for her to fly the nest. New laws meant that she could secure her own property without the need for a husband or a guardian's name. So Esme parted from her beloved Thorns, another bittersweet moment as they had become her new family over the last century. She had already been skimming the surface of independence, living in the more affluent areas of Cardiff and Barcelona (where she would later purchase her own property there), Marseilles and Melbourne. However, this time she would be living completely independently, earning money to put in the pot given to her by Inara and Jansson by selling her paintings. She was also beginning to experiment with photography, a concept she found immensely interesting.
It was in 1923 Stockholm where she met Kyrell Stone, a warlock, and an amorous, flirtatious relationship soon took off. He was a confident, charismatic and smooth talking man whose cheeky grin Esme couldn't help but fall for. An extra century older or so than her, Esme found herself smitten with the warlock who had been born in 1600s Spain. Soon, in 1925, the two were purchasing a house together in South America.
However, after a few years of happiness, Esme began to notice Kyrell's obsession with interspecies mixing. She found him becoming fanatic about the idea of creating a superhuman or some kind, the perfect creature with the best traits of all the humanoid creatures that roamed the earth. it made her uncomfortable, to say the least, and things got worse as she one day found him experimenting on two Fae he had kidnapped from the street. They both ended up dying, and Esme begged Kyrell to put an end to his madness. He promised, cradling her face and cooing to her softly. But all she could think about was how the Fae blood on his hands had marred her skin.
It wasn't until she woke in their bed, gasping and choking for air that Esme realised that Kyrell wasn't going to stop. He had stepped away from her, stood at the side of the bed with an empty syringe in hand. The first initial injection had made Esme too weak to leave her bed, let alone find out what he had injected her with. However, she soon realised from him speaking out loud as he wrote in one of his books (as he tended to do when concentrating) that it had been a diluted version of Fae blood. She had survived a procedure that should have killed her, and now Kyrell wanted to know why and what kept her alive.
She was forced to endure more tests at the hands of a person she had loved and trusted, who now used her as a guinea pig for his research. It wasn't until Esme was coughing up black blood (the result of diluted werewolf and Fae blood mixed together), that Kyrell realised he needed to let her body heal.
Recognising her moment to escape, Esme knew it would be risky to do so. Her life was there in South America with him, her money in the banks there and her friends scattered in unknown locations across the world. In her weakened state, even creating a portal would be dangerous, as she could either end up in the wrong place or simply in limbo if she was too exhausted to think of where she wanted to go. However, she knew the consequences that waited her if she didn't take the moment she had been given.
Two days of rest, fluids and small, sustainable foods, Esme was beginning to feel better. She knew that Kyrell saw that too, so planned to leave on the third day. With clumsy, traipsing steps, she had moved around the bedroom to lock the door and gather her more important documents and information. Credit cards, identification documents, anything that would allow her to access her banks in South America from somewhere else but also provide her with a new life elsewhere.
She fled from him and their home in South America in 1934, and ended up in with a warlock friend in Buenos Aires, Argentina, not having enough strength for a longer journey. She stayed there until 1936 before moving on. For 87 years, Esme has been running and hiding from Kyrell. Twice she evaded his clutches, the experiences much too close for comfort.
She is currently living in the familiar comforts of London, but in Chelsea, not daring to return to her origins of Mayfair.