Name: Hester Lomidze Occupation: Night Shift Nurse Age: 41/1800+ Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Vampire Clan: Lomidze Hometown: Undefined Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Withdrawn, cautious, good-hearted, caring, patient, forgiving, protective & well-meaning
Biography: Hester was and is her mother's daughter. Always by her side. As a youngling stuck to her legs. As a teenager spending many days learning about the ways of life, spending many nights reciting poems from their favorite books. As a young woman wanting to please her, even if it meant putting her own dreams aside and taking on her mothers' instead. At the age of barely 16 years old, she married a man twice her age with wealth and wisdom that manipulated the naive Hester into moving across the country. Away from her family. Trapped in a house she wasn't allowed to leave, unless it was to his demands or her family's. She kept her mouth shut, didn't tell a soul she quickly fell unhappy in this marriage she had been forced in too quick, too soon. Two years went by before happiness returned in her life once more; her father had gifted them a baby half brother. It was her excuse to return home, to help her mother out taking care of Ezra.
The peace it gave her, didn't last long. Not long enough. She was dragged back home again, allowed less and less visitations. Her husband had started drinking more, which made him act on anger. He hit her enough to make Hester scared enough to not want to leave her home, walk on eggshells around him and do everything in her power to please him. One night he forced himself upon her, resulting in a pregnancy Hester wasn't ready for. If taking care of a baby is what you wish for, then taking care of ours you will. It wasn't meant to last, all the stress her husband put onto Hester made her lose the 2 month old fetus. When the news reached him, he disappeared to the nearest pub to drink himself numb. Putting his anger on someone else for once, Hester received the news of how a fight had broke out that night. That morning Hester had become a widower.
Mourning only the loss of one, she returned home to heal from the miscarriage. Years went by where she took care of her baby brother Ezra, spent more time with him than anyone else. Because he was pure, unaffected by grown-ups and a tiny human filled with so much love. Love that she desperately sought, after her failed marriage. When he turned the age of a young adult, she learned to let him live his own life, as she went on her own. She helped new moms adjust to their newborn babies, aided people wherever she could. Hester chose to not be thrown into another marriage, not after the scars her deceased husband had left on her skin, had marked on her soul.
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When darkness fell and her sister's tainted blood ran through her veins, her only wish was to die. A wish that slowly drifted away like the clouds made way for the sun. That same sun she loved so much, to bask in, a warmth that silently told her everything would be okay when the people of the town stared judgingly whenever she passed by. That sun she would never get to feel again. Not with this curse running through her veins. Changing her into a creature of the night. Doomed to eternal cold, black and darkness. Again she had a lot of growing up to do, this time in the skin of a monster. Learning to control her urge for blood, it didn't go smooth for a long time. The more she fought against wanting to feed, the worse the outcome was.
At the risk of townspeople finding out what she was, why she never showed face anymore nor grew older, there was only one option left; which was to flee. Leave with the rumor she had been wed off again and left in a hurry. Of course she hated leaving home. She hated her entire being for what she was, though not telling a soul. Instead she wanted to continue her human life, aid people on battlefields, telling herself she was saving lives and doing good even though she was now supposedly everything but.
For years Hester moved from town to town, country to country, traveled by herself, chased her brother's footsteps when he needed her aid, followed her sister until her needs were met. She worked as a nurse her entire life as a creature of the night. Not for thirst quenching reasons, it was her passion, her love for healing one's body and soul. She has love for all the species, but deep down her love for mortals remains the most immense. Over the years she came to accept herself more, after hiding away herself for years - after spiraling down into self destructiveness, it were the women and her family in her life that made her get to know herself better. She learned, by always listening to strangers and their stories on the way, that she was never to blame for what her husband did to her. She learned that it was okay to love herself, to forgive herself and mostly to listen to herself. To never submit to anyone who demanded her attention negatively.
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As mentioned before, Hester loves all species. She has no hate towards werewolves, witches or even hunters. She understands that it's a burden they all have to carry, in one way or another. Hester wouldn't sneer, challenge or attack unless it's justified. Long before the justice system existed, Hester took matters in her own hands. When any victim of sexual abuse came in for first aid, Hester would make sure their offender wouldn't see the light of day. Without telling a word, her vampire senses would help her out to go on a justified hunt. The scent left on a victim was enough for Hester to see red as soon as her shift was done. She still does this when the justice system in modern times fails to do its job properly.
It was in Yemen where she fell in love for the very first time. Unexpectedly with a woman, a lady who made her undead heart dance, turn around and jump upside down. For the first time she knew what it was like to be truly giddy, to hear a heart beat a thousand times stronger than she was used to, to never get tired of hearing her laugh, to hear her voice even from tents away, to almost feel the warmth of the sun again - radiating off of her, to enjoy the drinks and food she made for her even though the taste was never quite right. To just... love fully and completely. Despite the horrors and grief the third world country brought with war, the many victims of war they saw day by day, Hester thrived like never before. Even though she only worked nights and couldn't tell about her true nature, she would... soon. She couldn't imagine a life without her, it was all they talked about during easier nights. A future together. Their future together, she thought. Blinded by love, by dancing butterflies in her stomach, by anything but the warzone they were in, she never saw it happen. She wasn't cautious, she hadn't been in high alert as she always had been, she had... failed to foresee the ambush. Enemies invaded the territory when the sun had set, explosions were set off by drones, dust clouded even her heightened vision, gunshots echoed off the walls, by the time she had found her mortal lover....it'd been too late for Hester to save her. Long healed from past scars, new ones had been carved into her heart. Into her soul. For never having turned anyone into a vampire, to burden with this curse, she regretted - an understatement - losing the love of her life to her own selflessness.
The pain getting too much, she then fled back home....wherever home was. Not a particular place. Her family is her home, wherever her brother Ezra and her sister Svetlana are. She's been siding with Ezra ever since, afraid to lose anyone else, especially younger than her, despite Ezra being as old as she is, it's his younger looks and sporadic behavior that makes Hester want to take care of him. Thus, now residing in Port Leiry, for better or for worse...
