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Ester Patterson || Supernatural OC

Name: Ester Rosalynn Patterson

Nickname/s: N/A but if you think of any than by all means feel free to use them!

Age: Depends on the season. She's two years younger than Sam. For the sake of remaining a young'un, unless specified otherwise, she's 27.

Gender: Female, but pronouns don't matter too much to her. Responds to he/him or they/them when she has to but prefers she/her for convenience's sake.

Sexuality: Pansexual, though prefers no labels when she can avoid them.

Race: Irish/Swedish, born in America (Caucasian), Human.

Height: 5'7", though compared to the boys she tends to feel more like 4'. Will claim to be 5'8" or 9" when asked.

Personality: Ester's personality tends to change depending on the setting, which you must understand – if you possess a personality, at least – is quite normal. For the boys, she rarely finds herself serious, cycling between bubbly and sarcastic.

As soon as someone she's attracted to arrives, however, she's been known to get quite defensive, lashing out, blushing easily. It takes her quite a long time to get comfortable around them, and she rarely flirts until she finds a chink in the opponent's (crush's) confidence. Feisty to the end, she is.

And on a job, she's simply commanding. Precise. To the point. Sarcastic only when she can afford it.

Looks: She has long, dirty blonde hair that tends to reach, when down, all the way to the bottom of her shoulder blades. It's mostly straight (when brushed anyway) and she prefers to keep it back in a low ponytail, especially on hunts. Her eyes are a dull brown, nothing special, and she often laments their colors privately when faced instead with Dean's candy apple green and Sam's indefinable oddities.

She has the body of a runner, with a hint of gymnast from previous employments, which in her line of work is a blessing, but also means not very much in the breast department. She's not entirely ungifted, but when she wears a flannel her femininity is hardly noticeable.

Her hands are calloused, thin fingered, and her body is fairly well defined from all the physical exertion she ends up being forced into. Her lips are fairly thin, one tooth crooked from a previous injury she hasn't had time to right, and if you were to look hard enough, you'd notice that her legs have a tendency to cave in whenever she's tired. Her tendons are very loose from years of circus work as a contortionist. (It was either that or prostitution and, somehow, the circus seemed to be the better option.)

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She's never been a stranger to tattoos and piercings. From the small, hardly noticeable ones she got as a kid to be defiant to the large wings tattooed all down her back from her (drunken) days in the circus. Obviously, she also has an anti-possession tattoo – at her hip, actually. When she lifts her shirt up, the black tendrils are just visible. Not many people get a chance to see her tattoos in all their glory, as she picked rather intimate spots for them. Even the small cross below her ear is somewhat intimate – it's actually one of her favorite places to be kissed.