P R E S E N T I N G;However long the night, the dawn will break Kestral V'radkel;A falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them
And now it’s left me blind
WE'RE WALKING IN THE AIR
Nothing will ever hold us down.
• FULL NAME: Kestral Acacia V’radkel
• NICK NAME: N/A.
• AGE: 236.
• BIRTHDAY: December 31.
• GENDER: Female.
• SPECIES: Ethereal.
• RACE: Skin-walker.
• BIRTHPLACE: The forest of Meleth.
• OCCUPATION: Assassin.
• LOCATION: Mobile.
• MARITAL STATUS: Single.
• SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
• CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original.
WE'RE FLOATING IN THE MOONLIT SKY
The people far below are sleeping as we fly.
Grudgeful: Kestral has a hard time with letting go of the past. If someone inflicts harm upon her or anyone she knows, she'll either kill you or will hunt you until you die. She doesn't forgive those who hurt her emotions, especially since she rarely show them.
Proud: Her mother always scolded her for this. Kestral's pride always got in her way and it nearly always got her in trouble. Her tribe was very prideful, her mother being the only exception, and they never lowered their standards. She nearly died in many situations and just barely escaped. People always tell her that she needs to stop being so prideful but it's a part of who she is!
Distrusting: Since her siblings betrayal of their tribe, Kestral has only trusted a select few. She is suspicious of all until they prove their loyalty and honesty to her. Even then, she may be cautious. It frightens her, knowing that your closest companion could turn on you any second. How does she know this? Simple. She's done it.
Numb: A good example of this is Kestral's job. Assassinating. When she slits a person's throat or she stabs their kidneys, she feels nothing. It's just like piercing a doll, no regret or guilt. When she killed her siblings, no emotions arose. Not even anger or hatred. Just a numb coldness that would spread through her body after a kill.
I'M HOLDING ON SO VERY TIGHT
We're Riding in the Midnight Blue.
Strong: Despite Kestral's delicate and slender figure, she has toned muscles hidden under her pale skin. People underestimate Kestral constantly. But that's before two small hands wrapped around their throat and murdered them.
Quick: Kestral was and is said to be the quickest and fasted in the tribe. She barely makes a sound in the forest as she races past the trees, even when the ice crunches beneath her feet. It takes her probably two seconds to pull an arrow from her quiver and notch it. In hand-to-hand combat she knows every pressure point and can activate them before you scream.
Patient: Unlike most assassins, Kestral is patient. If she has to wait for her kill, she will. Her father taught her to always be patient and wait; for if you rush into things you will surely fail.
Her True Form: Kestrals' true form is that of a black jaguar. She's larger than most females, coming to the size and weight of a male jaguar. Kestral will often use this form to kill, her preference for killing is rather bloody and gory in this form as she becomes more animalistic. If Kestral feels threatened she must resist the urge to shift and attack. In Kestral's opinion, jaguars are magnificent beasts and that they are above all other animals. Though, wouldn't all skinwalkers think their true form is the best?
LADY WITH A VIOLIN PLAYING TO THE SEE
Beckoning to the sound, we're going down.
• PLAY BY: Rachel Dashae
• EYE COLOR: Startling green eyes.
• HAIR COLOR: Raven black.
• HEIGHT: 5’5.
• WEIGHT: 119 pounds.
• OVERALL APPEARANCE:
At first glance, Kestral is a slender, petite girl. She has startling green eyes, though everyone in her tribe has different shades of blue. Her eyes are sly, always seeming to have a cunning and cruel glimmer. Her skin is a pale and nearly always cold to the touch. Her hair; this is probably her most prized possession. She's never cut her hair so it falls to her waist in thick, raven black tresses. She doesn't tie it up when she hunts but rather lets it fall seductively around her shoulders. She's found that it's easier to kill men that way. Seduce them then stab their hearts. She's slender and she's most definitely not curvy. Under her pale, smooth skin lies hard, toned muscles that cannot be seen unless she flexes them. She is no doubt, gorgeous and enticing.
In her true form she becomes a large, black jaguar. She's larger than most females, coming to the size of a full-grown male. Her eye color stays the same, a bright green.
I TURNED MY HEAD TO THE SEA
A strange wave came over me..
Ruthless: For Kestral, it’s second nature for her to slit someone’s throat or stab their chests. She doesn’t think twice before she attacks and she acts instantaneously when someone attacks her. All in all, this is simply a way for her to live to see another day. If she feels threatened, she will strike and she will not falter in doing so.
Blunt: Kestral, unlike most people in her day, does not sugarcoat life. She tells it how it is, not avoiding anything that is of the truth. Some people might say that she is brutally honest, not caring whether or not she hurts the feelings of others. They asked for the truth so why not tell them the truth? A fair warning to those who are not familiar with Kestral V’radkel: If you question her, make sure you are ready for a cold and a most likely cold answer. But life is cold and cruel, is it not?
Protective: Something that most people would never describe Kestral as. Something that not even Kestral would say of herself. For those who are her true companions, Kestral cannot turn her back on you. It would go against everything that her mother and father had taught her. Her mother would nearly always say to Kestral when she would go on a hunt with her father: “Protect. That is key. For if you do not protect then who will want to protect you?” That quote has stuck with her to this very day and she shan’t let it slip from her mind. For who would want to protect someone when they would step back and let them die?
Detached: Kestral has always had a difficult time loving. Anyone for that matter. Whether it be her mother, father, sister, or brothers. She has always been more reserved than her family and tribe. She rarely every shows love and when she does, it is a short-burst of passionate, wild love. She has intensity you just have to dig deep to find it.
Sarcastic This is a habit that Kestral has acquired over time. When someone gets close to her emotions, or she feels threatened, she’ll snap back with a rude, sarcastic comment. But don’t give up, her only goal in this is to hurt your feelings enough so that you’ll back off. The thing she wants most is for someone to ignore these comments and force her to face her emotions. Her worse fear.
Quiet: Kestral is a very reserved, quiet person. She hates when people play with their victims and they ask the stupidest of questions: “Have you any last words?” She tends to kill and be done with it. No talk whatsoever. Perhaps that is why her father nicknamed her, “the silent killer”. Cheesy, but it described her better than any other words. As for conversation, she’ll most likely remain silent unless you question her. She’s more of a physical being than someone who is verbal.
I'M FEELING I CAN FLY SO VERY HIGH WITH YOU
Nobody down below can believe their eyes.
◊ LIKES & DISLIKES ◊
-Archery: Kestral is extremely talented with a bow and arrow. Her father was the best of the tribe and it seems she has followed in his footsteps.
-Her true form: Her kind are strong and quick. Deadly.
-Forests: Being raised in the wild, savage place that is, the forest, it is only natural for her to care for it.
-Jaguars: It is her true form, why would she not like them?
-Animals: They are probably one of the only living things that she has a passion for. If she needs to kill one of them, she uses every part of their corpse, leaving nothing to rot.
-Drows: She has been on many journeys and the Drows have housed her in their villages. Her tribe was also close to Drows and they traded and spoke with them often.
-Freedom: Kestral is used to being free, nothing to hold her back. She does what she wants, when she wants. And that is that.
-The night/moon: Since her true form is more of a nocturnal animal she has grown to travel/hunt mostly under the cover of night.
-The city: Kestral doesn’t seem to understand it’s technology and the people that live within it. The only time she enters the city is if she has been hired to kill a citizen.
-Sympathy: This hunter despises people who feel sympathetic for her. If something tragic has happened to her then it happened for a reason. Period.
-Mystics/Nightwalkers: They are malicious, nauseating. Is that not a good enough reason?
-Disrespect: Do not disrespect this assassin, unless you wish to become her next victim.
-Complaining: You’re breathing, are you not? Yes? Then quit your whining!
-Weaklings: If you’re going to be weak then you’re a waste of life.
-Being underestimated: Kestral may be a delicate, petite lady but she won’t hesitate to slit your throat.
ONCE UPON A LONG LONG TIME
We flew away and never looked back.
◊ HISTORY ◊
Chrysanthe V'radkel (mother, deceased)
Marcelium V'radkel (father, deceased)
Elisha V'radkel (brother)
Caspion V'radkel (brother, deceased)
Anika V'radkel (sister, deceased)
Kestral Acacia V’radkel. A name that meant nothing, she was only another life that was born. Another being that was forced into a world of darkness and cruelty. Innocence was the only thing that she knew; but this land can corrupt even the purest of hearts. No mercy or pity was shown to anyone and if you displayed those emotions, you wouldn’t live to see another day.
Kestral was different than most girls in her tribe. Of course, girls learned to fight and kill at a very young age, just like boys. They were taught to be hunters, merciless and heartless. They learned how to be quiet as a mouse and to battle with daggers and swords. Kestral learned right along with them. But there was something different about how she trained. While girls her age were still learning how to shoot a bow and arrow, Kestral was already hunting with her brothers and sister.
At seventeen, Kestral was as skilled as her father, the tribe’s huntsman. The tribal leaders decided that it was time for Kestral to enter the forest and find her true form. This was a shock to the entire village, for Kestral was the first girl in her tribe to find her true form before she reached the age of forty.
She walked for three days, but to no avail. Every animal that she encountered only attacked her once she had either entered their territory or threatened them. If the animal was destined to become her true form then it would attack her for no reason whatsoever.
Finally, on the fourth day she was walking through the forest, her bow aimed at the ground while her eyes were narrowed and alert. She heard the crunch of snow behind her and it caused her to whirl around but not before a black figure leapt upon her back. Kestral jumped forward which only caused the beast’s claws to drag down her back. Now, any weak female would scream in pain and fall to the ground, waiting to be killed. But as I said earlier, Kestral was no normal girl. She turned on the animal and instead of shooting the arrow, she grabbed her sheathed dagger and plunged it into the jaguar’s chest. Her expression was blank as blood sprayed across her face, staining her features.
When the beast was murdered, Kestral spent the entire night digging a hole into the frozen ground. She then proceeded to skin the animal and bury it’s corpse in the ground, covering it back up afterwards. Once she had done this she held the skin in her arms, thanking the Gods for allowing her to become such a majestic animal.
She wasted no time in returning to her tribe. When she arrived they gave a grand celebration; she was the first skinwalker since her parents, who were over five hundred years old. Her mother, Chrysanthe, helped her daughter preserve the pelt and sew a clasp into it. Kestral would wear the jaguar’s pelt around her shoulders to show the world what her true form was. She also remembered her encounter with the black jaguar from the long scars on her back from it’s attack. She could have them taken away by healing them with nature magic but it serves as a reminder for her. A reminder that no one and nothing should be underestimated.
At the age of ninety-five, her village was attacked. By this time, Kestral was a renowned assassin, killing for money, not caring whether or not the person just didn’t like them and wanted them dead. It was a brave thing, attaking the V’radkel’s tribe. While they fought, Kestral saw three silhouettes disappearing through the trees. Three people were fleeing, running from a fight that could ruin their people. Kestral ran after them. Profanity was already flying past her lips, the cowards! The weaklings, how could they abandon their very own people?
Who she saw caused her to gasp in shock; her very own brothers and sister. They had betrayed their family, their tribe. If anyone found out about them leaving the V’radkel family name would be shamed. A brief argument insured, but the words that she and her siblings spoke stayed with her for days on end. When she returned to her tribe, she helped defeat the intruders. Once it was done, no one noticed her siblings disappearance. Everyone was too busy trying to save the injured and bury the dead. No one noticed except her parents. They asked no questions; they knew that the time would come one day when their oldest children would run. They had never been strong like their youngest daughter. Never. Finally, after a fortnight, the tribe leaders questioned the V’radkel family about the whereabouts of their children. Kestral answered for her family and her reply was quick. “My siblings have fled. They were cowards. But the V’radkel name shall not be shamed. I’m going to find them. . .and kill them.”
It was that very night that she packed her leather bag and she clasped the jaguar pelt around her throat. She left that night, not even saying goodbye to her parents. It was a tradition to never bid farewell; if you did, you were implying that you may not come back.
Over a century passed and her sister, Anika and her brother, Caspion, had been murdered by their very own sister. Elisha V’radkel was more skilled than his weaker siblings. He had been cornered many times by his young sister but he always managed to escape. Many times it was because he had henchmen, he had become famous since he arrived to the city. He was a skilled doctor and very wealthy. He had hired many assassins to kill Kestral but all had failed.
Kestral hasn’t stopped searching for her brother. And she certainly never shall.
IN A FANTASY WORLD WE LIVE
Nothing as so simple I can give.
◊ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ◊
“Run. Run like your very existence depends upon it. Run my love, run.”
The words echoed through her mind as her feet pounded against the ground in a rhythmic beat. Her expression was menacing and fury seemed to seep from her every pore. Her hair flew behind her like a wave of black blood, shimmering under the moon’s bright light. The girl’s feet slowed until she stood at a standstill, her head down, black tresses concealing her features. She peered upwards, through thick lashes, green eyes glowered at the unknown forest before her. A quiver was strapped to her back while a bow was slung over her shoulder. Two daggers were sheathed on her hips and a sword twirled in her hand. A black jaguar’s pelt acted as a shawl to shelter her from the harsh winter’s grasp , a silver clasp holding it about her shoulders. It was obvious who this lady, this killer, was. Kestral V’radkel. A name that was feared through the lands of Invoria, though no one had lived to tell the tale of her. She was merely a myth, a legend that everyone hoped to not be true.
A single word pulsed through her mind like a mocking echo: Coward. Her hand began to tremble, the sword bouncing loosely in her hand. Kestral was indecisive. An emotion that Kestral had never encountered. She either did something or didn’t, it was as simple as that. She shut her eyes and a memory washed over her before she would restrain it.
She was standing in the middle of Meleth, three people standing in front of her, two boys and a girl. They were obviously impatient but they wanted something and they were determined to get it. The girl spoke first to her younger sister, Kestral. “Kes. . .Please come with us. We can get away from this savagery, enter a civilized life. Be normal for once.”
Kestral replied with a voice icy as winter, she spat the words out as if they were poison: “I’d never abandon my tribe like you pathetic vermin. You have betrayed your people and I rebuke you from the V’radkel family.”
The three didn’t even give up a fight. They knew if would have been useless. Once Kestral made up her mind, she didn’t change it. They gave Kestral one last glance and began to walk away; Kestral’s withering glare focused on them. But the eldest, a boy, stopped; Elisha was his name. He turned and placed his gaze on Kestral, “You’ll run away one day too. You’ll figure out that this place is savage and stupid. You will come to the city one day, trying to find us and when you do, we’ll kick you out onto the street. I wouldn’t even want to be a part of the V’radkel lineage.” With that, Elisha turned his back and they resumed their walk.
“Coward.” it was nothing but a whisper but Kestral knew that her brother could hear the words. When he turned around, she was gone.
Kestral lowered her eyes to the ground, feeling the words return to her, haunting her. Now she was the coward, the weakling. At that moment she set her jaw and turned on her heel. Then she ran, not forward but back from where she had come from. Towards her tribe, her people.
When she came close to the campsite of her tribe, she slowed, being careful not to make a sound. She heard the clashing of swords, the growl of her fellow skinwalkers. She placed herself in the shadows behind a group of intruders who were waiting for an attack. Then she leapt into the air; her figure rippled and a immense black jaguar landed upon it’s first victim.
Kestral’s animal instincts kicked in, she ripped and clawed and bit, blood and gore staining the white, icy ground. She killed them. One by one, not a single emotion shown in her animalistic features. Her body shifted and Kestral V’radkel replaced the animal. She sprinted through the fighting crowd of intruders and natives, her eyes locked onto a woman who’s blade sliced through the air. Kestral ran to her mother and embraced her, a rare display of affection that shocked even her mother.
“Kestral?” the woman whispered, “I knew you’d come back.”
“How could I leave my people?”
They smirked at each other; They fought, side by side, until every single one of the intruder’s laid upon the ground, their chests no longer moving. When the battle was finished, Kestral turned to her mother, “I wasn’t going to become a coward.”
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
Come now, don't be shy. Give me some pie.
◊THE ROLEPLAYER ◊
• Kiran •
• AGE: Seventeen.
• CONTACT INFO: PM me on here, please.
• YEARS ROLE PLAYING: Well I’ve been roleplaying since I was about 15 but I began writing at twelve years old. So Roleplaying: 2 years. Writing: 5 years.
• CHARACTERS: This is my first!
• HOW DID YOU FIND US?: I can’t remember actually..I was just going through roleplay sites trying to find one that suited me and this one definitely caught my eye.