Who is Estell?

I have this story that I'm writing, but what do you know about it? You've seen an excerpt and a brief video summary, but who is it about? Who is Estell?

Here's a brief character sketch that I wrote up in 2008--I've edited it a bit since then, but the main points are still the same. So please, meet Estell!

[I wish I had a picture, but that's not my strong suit...]

Character Sketch

Name: Estell « 'Stell' » Llew
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Description: About 5'8" tall weighing around 120 pounds [underweight].  Her long and slender limbs are covered by a tanned layer of skin.  Because she doesn't have much money, she's had to improvise with clothes and other necessities.  This explains her uneven hair cut [cut with a dagger--by herself].  Her hair is a mix of light blond to soft brown.

Her eyes sit firmly in the middle of her head under delicate golden eyebrows and framed by dark eyelashes.  The iris is a deep gold while the pupil is shown as two stars connected like Siamese twins in each eye.  Her nose matches the rest of her body and is small and delicate sitting above chapped red lips.

Her clothes are tattered and worn.  Dressed like a man for most of her life, she is most comfortable in long pants [breeches] and light smocks [she has two, both worn and dirty].  She has one tunic and then a small bag.

Abilities: She has had lessons in hand-to-hand combat and have picked up numerous other skills over the course of her travels such as daggers and knives.  If she had to, she could wield a sword, but she is not very skilled.

What is Estell?

So you've read a brief excerpt, but where's it from? What is the story about?

Watch this clip and you shall be informed...


If you have any questions about Estell, please, ask in the comments and I will answer them on Friday!

Stay tuned for more...

an excerpt

The following is a brief excerpt from Estell, my current Work in Progress. Enjoy!

Grendal nodded to Keln who stepped forward and removed a whip from his belt. Unwinding the thick cord, he pulled back and then brought his arm forward in a quick snap. A loud thump echoed through the small room as the whip connected to Mme. Roh's back.

“It is that same insolence and anger that has earned your nephew’s arrest. Now where is he?” Grendal peered around the small room as if he expected Estell to appear at any moment with an army.

“He is not here.”

“I can see that, woman. Where is he exactly?”

“I ain’t gonna tell ye. Ye’d hurt him.”

The officer signalled to Keln, who pulled back and whipped Mme. Roh again. She cried out in pain but stared, determined back at her tormentors.

“Will you tell me now?”

“I don’t ‘member where he be,” she muttered to the floor.

Grendal raised his hand and the whip fell a third time.

“Can you remember now?”

Mme. Roh pursed her lips together and didn’t answer. Blood red gashes streaked across her back from the force of the whip. In her seat, Estell cried bitter tears of anger and sorrow for her friend as she tried to flee the scene. Mme. Roh had only ever been kind to her, helping her in ways no one else could. She taught, fed, clothed, and loved Estell. She had made ‘Indy,’ a disguise that freed Estell from the ruthless gaze of soldiers and turned their attention on little boys. She had done so much and this soldier didn’t care.

Grendal was losing his patience with Mme. Roh. Estell bit her lip and closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the scene playing below. The worst was yet to come. That moment. The moment that lived with her day and night and prevented her from letting herself grow close to another being...