Thread: Portal - Character Thread

Player Name OrlandoWilde Character Name Kestrel Occupation SailorCourier Theme song My Name Is Human Highly Suspect PHYSICAL TRAITS Age 24 Sex Female Race Human Fiend-blooded Eye colour Dark green-blue Hair colour Dark brown, almost black. Hair length Just above shoulders, wavy and somewhat messy from a mixture of sea-salt and carelessness. Height 510 Weight 160lb Tattoos She has extensive ink-rubbing scarification Her shoulders and arms are covered in intricate leaffloral patterns. Intertwined on her left arm is an octopus and, on the right, a sea snake. Scars She has one large scar tracking across her cheek and nose, with a little nick taken out of her left eyebrow. She also has a small scar on the right side of her mouth, across the lips. Piercings Many gold piercings. Central lip ring right nostril ring many rings and studs along ears, some joined with chains. Other noticeable traits Kestrel has pointed ears, much like Elvish ears, but a bit shorter. She also has prominent fangs that are only visible while smiling and talking. Small, curved black horns grow from her forehead and she often wears a paste of grease and ash around her eyes and lips. This serves multiple purposes, as a sunscreen, to prevent lip chapping out at sea and to reduce glare. PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS Sexual Orientation Gay Hobbies In her spare time, she writes, usually poetry she always has a leather journal on her, so she can write whenever inspiration strikes. Her affinity for birds leads her to bird watching in her spare time, content to watch the calm wheeling of sea birds in peaceful blue skies . She has a keen interest in history and loves to read historical accounts, as well as more florid fiction pieces. Likes Birds, particularly sea birds and birds of prey rum and whiskey playing cards with the sailors at the dockside taverns tattoos and piercings, both on herself and other people tavern brawls. Kestrel prefers the dark, as bright lights can hurt her eyes. She loves nature in all its forms, enjoying the freedom and the beauty found there, and it is often the subject of her poetry. Overall, she very much enjoys indulgence and hedonism, though she detests extravagance and excess. Dislikes People who arent willing to get their hands dirty, especially nobles and those born into lives of wealth and standing puritans ale people who beat around the bush cats being cooped up inside for long periods of time. She deeply mistrusts authority figures and magic users. Personality Reckless, standoffish, abrasive even. These are all words that can be used to describe Kestrel. She has a habit of shooting her mouth off, sarcastic quips rolling off her tongue like honey, and she carries herself with an air of self-assured confidence, often drifting towards cocky. In fact, she can very easily switch from icy and guarded, to aggressively seductive in mere seconds. Shes also prone to outbursts of anger, taking it out on the person closest to her at the time, whether that be with her fists or her lips. Her appearance, as well as her sardonic humour, leads people to inherently mistrust her, whether there is basis for the mistrust is another thing entirely. While her initial impression can leave much to be desired, around her shipmates shes quite personable. Enjoying witty banter and sharing a drink over a game of cards. Though she still remains as sharp and blunt as always, never one to mince words, even with those she cares about. Skills Basic blacksmithing and leatherworking, taught to her by her father. Sailing navigation basic medicine dueling with curved blades such as cutlasses and sabres, all picked up from her time on Harpers Folly. Supernatural abilities None really. She has an affinity for birds, and vice versa, as well as a very good sense of direction. She can see somewhat better than humans in dim light and prefers dim light rather than bright light due to the glare. Story I dread to say it, but you need to leave, right now. Soon it wont be safe for you here. You know I wont survive the journey so please dont try to argue. Im just an old blacksmith, the Empire wont want anything to do with me but you Please my little bird, fly far away from here. The blacksmiths daughter left quietly one night. Out the gates of her hometown, the guards barely nodding as she urged her horse on with a carefully restrained haste. The silhouette of Skelmans Landing slowly faded in the distance, and with it, the tales that plagued her isolated childhood. Beware The Horned Child. Who rent her mothers loins betwixt as she entered the world and bled her dry. Whose father now keeps her locked in the basement for fear of his own life. Skelmans Landing was not a small town in size, but it was certainly a small town in behaviour. Not a single person believed those stories, and yet still they spread. Then again, her case was a special one. Not many people around these parts could say that theyve met a Fiend-Blood. And yes, she should be happy that shes leaving that wretched place behind. Never again to see the people that only graced her with sideways glances and pulled their children close as she passed. But she was also leaving behind her ship. Her life. She didnt even say goodbye to the dock-hands who gave her a job when no one else would. Or the sailors who she spent almost four years of her life with. She pictured Limeys face, smiling at her as she stepped aboard the deck of Harpers Folly for the first time. The calm seas spread out in front of her like an azure promise. It was a far cry from her current surroundings. She looked around, seeing only the imposing black skeletons of trees encircling her, and she felt her stomach begin to churn at the thought of being landlocked for even a short amount of time. What she wouldnt give to be back on her ship. Or even better, to return to her fathers forge. Back when she would spend all day learning how to cast bronze and quench blades. Before she left the secluded safety of her home to make her own way in life. There was less fear then. Less complexity. But theres no rest for the wicked, and none for the Empire either, it seems. She sets her horse on a path towards Eastbourne, praying shes made the right decision. How I look Sorry, no pictures atm Kestrels physique is tall and lanky, with somewhat broad shoulders and narrower hips, as well as a small chest. Dark brown hair sits just above her shoulders, thrown into messy waves. Her eyes are a deep blue-green, framed by dark eyebrows and often black grease. Kestrels facial structure is angular, and almost harsh in its shapes, accented by her pointed ears and sharp fangs. Two black horns jut from her forehead and curve backwards, marking her blood as tainted. Various golden piercings create a stark contrast against her somewhat ashen tanned skin. She wears a thick black sleeveless vest with a high collar and buckles across the breast. Her arms are covered with raised black scars that form floral patterns, an octopus sits within the patterns on her left arm and a sea snake coils around the right one. A hood is attached to the vest, which she often wears up to conceal her fiendish features and block out the glare of the sun. A black and bronze shemagh hangs around her neck to further shield her face from bright light. Many thick leather belts encircle her waist, providing protection and a place to hold various daggers, pouches, navigator tools and the scabbard for her saw-back falchion. She also wears a variety of coloured sashes and ropes decorated with beads, which she changes as her mood dictates. Leather hand-wraps protect her hands while sliding down sail ropes. Her pants are loose black cotton and her boots, knee high worn black leather. Last edited Feb 4, 2019