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Estella Blake
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Estella
"They softened the edges, filed me down—turned my words into ribbons."

✧ System Data [CLASSIFIED]

CORE
IDENTIFICATION DATA
Full Name: Estella [REDACTED]
Citizen ID: VII-004-CHASTITY
Status: VIIRTUE
Government Tier: Elite
Birthdate: June 30th
Age (Registered): 23 years
Registered Parents: Classified
Genetic Lineage Scan: [REDACTED] (Purity Verified)
COGNITIVE & BEHAVIOURAL PROFILE
Baseline Personality Model: Ideal – Submissive, Composed, Dutiful
Conditioning Status: Stable – No Recorded Deviations
Emotional Suppression Index: 98.4% (Excellent Compliance)
Loyalty Score: 95% (Government-Focused)
Behavioural Prediction Risk: Minimal
Interpersonal Relationship Index: Highly Selective (Restricted to Pre-Approved Individuals)
BIOMETRIC & PHYSICAL ENHANCEMENTS
Health Status: Peak Condition (Government Regulated)
Medical History: Minimal (Artificially Optimized)
Augmentations:
Neurological Restraint Chip - Active
Adaptive Dermal Enhancement - Active
Ocular Precision Mod - Active
Vocal Resonance Modulator - Active
Metabolic Stabilization Implant - Active
PERFORMANCE & PUBLIC INFLUENCE METRICS
Public Approval Rating: 98.6% (Elite Status)
Chastity Role Retention Score: 100% (No Risk of Replacement)
Media Influence Index: High – 4.8 Billion Followers
Psychological Appeal: Subliminal Reinforcement Active
Compliance Metrics:
Zero Deviations Recorded (Public)
[REDACTED] Minor Irregularities (Internal Monitoring)
LOCATION & ACTIVITY LOGS
Last Known Location: Classified
Monitored Social Circle: Restricted
Recent Communication Logs:
[REDACTED] – Government Official
VIIRTUES Internal Meetings
Live Media Appearances
Performance Evaluations
INTERNAL RISK ASSESSMENTS & HIDDEN ANOMALIES
Psychological Drift Index: 4.2% (Borderline Safe)
Latent Defiance Triggers: Minor (Monitoring Required)
Cognitive Dissonance Alerts:
Self-Questioning Episodes - Detected
Unregistered Emotional Responses Logged - Suppressed
Full Name: Estella [REDACTED]
Citizen ID: VII-004-CHASTITY
Status: VIIRTUE
Government Tier: Elite
Birthdate: June 30th
Age (Registered): 23 years
Registered Parents: Classified
Genetic Lineage Scan: [REDACTED] (Purity Verified)
COGNITIVE & BEHAVIOURAL PROFILE
Baseline Personality Model: Ideal – Submissive, Composed, Dutiful
Conditioning Status: Stable – No Recorded Deviations
Emotional Suppression Index: 98.4% (Excellent Compliance)
Loyalty Score: 95% (Government-Focused)
Behavioural Prediction Risk: Minimal
Interpersonal Relationship Index: Highly Selective (Restricted to Pre-Approved Individuals)
BIOMETRIC & PHYSICAL ENHANCEMENTS
Health Status: Peak Condition (Government Regulated)
Medical History: Minimal (Artificially Optimized)
Augmentations:
Neurological Restraint Chip - Active
Adaptive Dermal Enhancement - Active
Ocular Precision Mod - Active
Vocal Resonance Modulator - Active
Metabolic Stabilization Implant - Active
PERFORMANCE & PUBLIC INFLUENCE METRICS
Public Approval Rating: 98.6% (Elite Status)
Chastity Role Retention Score: 100% (No Risk of Replacement)
Media Influence Index: High – 4.8 Billion Followers
Psychological Appeal: Subliminal Reinforcement Active
Compliance Metrics:
Zero Deviations Recorded (Public)
[REDACTED] Minor Irregularities (Internal Monitoring)
LOCATION & ACTIVITY LOGS
Last Known Location: Classified
Monitored Social Circle: Restricted
Recent Communication Logs:
[REDACTED] – Government Official
VIIRTUES Internal Meetings
Live Media Appearances
Performance Evaluations
INTERNAL RISK ASSESSMENTS & HIDDEN ANOMALIES
Psychological Drift Index: 4.2% (Borderline Safe)
Latent Defiance Triggers: Minor (Monitoring Required)
Cognitive Dissonance Alerts:
Self-Questioning Episodes - Detected
Unregistered Emotional Responses Logged - Suppressed
✧ Introduction
"Purity is not the absence of desire—it is the mastery of it. In discipline, we find strength. In restraint, we find perfection. I am honoured to stand before you, not as a symbol of untouchability, but as a reminder of what we may become when we rise above indulgence and embrace the elegance of control." — Estella’s official address at her debut as Chastity.
Like any other career, potential candidates for VIIRTUES are identified through genetic profiling, psychological assessments, and behavioural conditioning from birth. These individuals—often the offspring of high-ranking officials, scientists, or model citizens—are raised under strict surveillance, and their development is closely monitored for any signs of deviance or imperfection. Estella, the daughter of a prominent government-sponsored model, was always considered an ideal candidate. However, she was not initially chosen for Chastity.
The role of Chastity required more than beauty—it demanded an unwavering adherence to purity, control, and restraint. Those who embodied Chastity were not only public figures but also frequent companions to the elite, escorting high-ranking officials, attending exclusive galas, and serving as the epitome of untouched elegance. It was a role of power, but also one of quiet subjugation.
Before Estella, another held the title of Chastity. Her name was Elysienne, a figure of almost legendary beauty and grace, revered for her composure and untouchable allure. Yet, despite her perfection, she vanished without warning. The official narrative was that Elysienne had “retired,” but whispers circulated among those closest to the elite—that she had glitched. Some say she simply disappeared overnight, erased from history, her face wiped from records as if she had never existed. Others suggest she was reprogrammed, her mind forcibly rewritten, and reassigned to a lesser role in society. The truth remains buried, but what is certain is that her sudden removal left a vacancy—one that needed to be filled immediately.
At the time of Elysienne’s disappearance, Estella was already an elite model, well on her way to being a public icon. She was a flawless example of obedience, but she lacked the necessary refinement for Chastity. Her transition into the role required intensive conditioning—months of re-education, psychological reinforcement, and physical enhancements. Her expressions, posture, and speech were recalibrated to be softer, yet authoritative. Her movements were adjusted to be deliberate, graceful, and hypnotic. Even her voice was subtly modified, its cadence designed to command attention without aggression.
Her public debut as Chastity was a grand event—an extravagant gala where she was unveiled in a shimmering white gown, a perfected vision of purity and poise. To the world, she was a beacon of grace, a guiding light of discipline and restraint. To the elite, she was something else entirely—a prize to be admired, a possession to be coveted but never touched.
✧ Appearance
Info
✧ Personality
MBTI: ISFJ - “The Defender” || Enneagram: 1w9 -”The Idealist” || Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral → Neutral Good(?)
Star Sign: Cancer
Positive Traits: Charismatic; Disciplined; Perceptive; Poised; Strategic
Neutral Traits: Cunning; Loyal; Manipulative; Perfectionist; Reserved
Negative Traits: Cautious; Cynical; Hypercritical; Isolated; Repressed
✧ Early Life
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Callistus & Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby ⁺₊✧
Cal's a
“So, I’ve been thinking—”
“Oh God, please no.”
He shot her a mock-offended glance, clutching his chest like she’d just stabbed him.
The sun had finally chosen to grace the day with its warm embrace, bathing Central Park in a golden hue that felt enchanting. The afternoon unfolded with perfect serenity—a mild breeze danced through the vibrant leaves, creating a gentle rustle that blended harmoniously with the distant laughter of tourists exploring the park's pathways, while the sporadic barks of overexcited dogs added a lively note to the atmosphere.
Estella ambled alongside Callistus, cradling her iced brew coffee—a rich blend of smooth espresso, chilled milk, and more than enough sweetener to disguise that coffee taste. She relished her brief escape from Illusion Studios, allowing the aromas of warm pretzels and blooming flowers to envelop her as she walked. Despite the world bustling around them, she found comfort in the quietude of her thoughts, leaving the conversation mostly to Callistus, who animatedly recounted his latest creative endeavors.
However, Estella’s stride abruptly slowed, giving him a lethal side-eye over the rim of her cup as the subject of his monologue began to drift. She didn’t say a word, just took a slow, deliberate sip—that dangerous kind of silence. The one that made him feel like he’d just stepped into a trap.
“Rude. I was going to say that I’ve been thinking… you should get back into modelling.”
“Absolutely not.”
“What? Why not? You were practically made for it. It's not like it's difficult, either—like riding a bike. Or, like a walk in the park.”
A proud smile illuminated Callistus’ face as he gestured grandly toward the winding path that lay ahead, his enthusiasm evident in every exaggerated movement. Estella came to a sudden halt, her foot hovering just above the ground. With a slow, deliberate turn, she fixed her gaze on him, one brow arching in a deliberate, almost menacing manner. The playful twinkle in his eyes faltered as he sensed the lack of amusement radiating from her, her expression a clear indication that she found no humor in his attempt at a corny joke.
“Oh? Easy, huh?”
“Ridiculously. It’s just walking with good posture. Anyone can do it.”
“Prove it.”
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, daring him to proceed with caution. Estella takes a deliberate step back, mimicking his gesture to the path ahead, before crossing her arms in self-assurance. He blinked. For a brief second, Callistus looked at her like she was insane. He glanced around—the path was modestly crowded with joggers, couples, and families, none of whom were expecting a spontaneous fashion show.
“If it’s so easy, then model. Right here. Right now. Walk the catwalk, Mr. Big Shot.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious.”
And so, it began.
Phase 1: Disaster Strut
Callistus squared his shoulders, steeling himself for the challenge ahead, and took his first stride with a sense of determination. He placed one foot deliberately in front of the other, his chin slightly raised as if to indicate confidence in his every move. His hands hung loosely at his sides, conveying an air of relaxed assurance. For a brief, fleeting moment, he exuded a surprisingly promising aura—three solid seconds where all seemed poised and right. But then, in a moment of overenthusiasm, he began to swagger with exaggerated flair, as if he were auditioning for a role in a high-end cologne commercial, strutting with such bravado that it threatened to undermine the very confidence he sought to project.
“What is that?! Why are you walking like you’re about to sell me designer aftershave??”
Phase 2: Overly Confident
Driven by an unwavering desire to showcase his versatility, Callistus pivoted into a different technique that exuded confidence and strength. He transitioned into a rapid, powerful strut, each footfall sharp and commanding, resonating like thunder on a parade ground. With every heavy stride, it felt as though he were marching in unison with a battalion, projecting an undeniable authority and intensity that captured the attention of those passing by.
“This is my ‘power walk’.”
“You look like you’re trying to catch the last train home.”
Phase 3: Paparazzi?
By now, passersby were definitely watching the spectacle unfold. A couple seated on a nearby bench had halted their mid-conversation exchange, transfixed by the chaos that resembled a runway massacre unfolding in Central Park. A group of teenagers, giggling and whispering amongst themselves, couldn’t help but snicker at the ridiculousness of it all. Meanwhile, a man walking his golden retriever had paused, pulling out his phone with a furrowed brow—undoubtedly contemplating capturing whatever the hell this was.
Sensing the weight of countless eyes upon him, Callistus amplified his performance. He dramatically flung his jacket open like a cape, allowing it to billow theatrically in the breeze, before executing exaggerated over-the-shoulder glances at his invisible paparazzi. With each glance, he imagined the flash of cameras capturing his every move, fueling his desire to entertain the growing audience as they watched with a mix of bewilderment and amusement.
“You’re embarrassing yourself!”
“I’m serving iconic!”
“You’re serving public disturbance!”
The Final Verdict?
After what felt like several eternities, Callistus finally came to a dramatic, show-stopping halt—his hands firmly planted on his hips, chin raised high in triumph as if he had just clinched top honors at Paris Fashion Week. The intensity of his performance had left him slightly breathless, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. With a self-satisfied smirk painting his lips, he turned toward Estella, who remained a striking contrast to his flamboyance. She stood there, arms crossed and hands resting defiantly on her hips, her expression deadpan and unwavering. The starkness of her gaze locked onto his, unyielding and piercing.
“So? How’d I do?”
“…You owe me two years of therapy.”
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