Kestrel Apricity

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Kestrel
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IC Information
Full Name: Kestrel Apricity
Hometown: Spectorate Conclave, Aquvy
Gender: Female
Age (Birthdate): ?
Height: 5'6"
Race: Elven
Hair Colour: Red and gold
Eye Colour: Silver
Class: Oath-bound Chronographer
Role: Antagonist
Bounty: 0
OOC Information
Theme: Original Character
Groups: The Spectorate
Player: soph

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. -- C.S. Lewis



Kestrel is one of those rare souls who seems to have an eternal flame secreted away somewhere deep inside of her, something that causes her to exude a warm, radiant energy, vital and infectious. Rarer still, she appears to be predisposed to have more interest in others than in herself. Perhaps it's those qualities that made her a candidate for her life's work: she is an oath-bound chronographer for an order called the Spectorate, a collective of individuals charged with documenting the twilight of Filgaia. It emerged nearly five hundred years ago in the wake of the Collapse and has devotedly pursued its aims by sending its acolytes out into the world to witness history as it's made and fill volume after volume with important events, names, and the stories of even the lowliest citizen of that dying planet. Her passion for her work is all-consuming, her fascination with others genuine.

Easily approachable and ever ready to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger, she doesn't much resemble the countless hardened Drifters floating about the continent of Ignas. She seems unlikely to be able to survive in that rough-and-tumble world for long, but thus far she seems to have done well enough. Maybe something to do with the runes occasionally visible on bared, fair skin.


History

Kestrel was born in Aquvy to more or less human parents, though she'd be the first to say she isn't sure quite how long ago that was as she was foisted into the care of the Spectorate not long afterward -- just that she's certain she's older than she looks by several decades. So, to understand Kestrel, an explanation of the Spectorate is needed.

The Spectorate is known to be a somewhat antiquated body of historians and scholars that formed in the time just following the Collapse. The sect claims that so much was lost during that period of upheaval that it is the responsibility, even the duty, of like-minded individuals to document and preserve the state of the world for future generations, to safeguard against any further devastation on that scale -- both in preserving historical record against it, and in the hopes that such a record will guide the people of Filgaia on a path away from utter devastation. As it became more and more clear that Filgaia may not ever recover from the Collapse, the expressed goal of the Spectorate evolved, becoming a mad rush to document the death of the world as impartially and thoroughly as possible. Chronographers belonging to the sect are sent out into the world to document what they can, not merely events and the profiles of highly public figures but also the interior lives of even the most common and low-born sentient being. They seek to document the essence of Filgaia in all things, examining the fabric of its existence to the most minute detail.

This is the organization in which Kestrel was raised, somewhere in the archipelagos of Aquvy, on an island in the Great Sea. The parents she was born to had little role in her life, trading her for a life of comfort and the assurance that their child would be given the best possible education and opportunities. An essentially scholarly pursuit, the Spectorate invests a great deal of time, energy, and resources in preparing its agents for the roles they'll play. All of them are gifted scribes outfitted with the necessary skills to document the death of a world. They learn calligraphy, how to mix pigments from natural ingredients for inks, illustration and illumination, how to press paper and other mundane things, but they're also heavily trained for social purposes: how to be charming, inviting, and how to engage others, build them up and coax them into opening up about themselves and their lives; how to tell if they're lying; how to remain as unbiased as it's possible to be within the constraints of necessarily caring about their purpose. Pursuant to many of these things they must also take an oath of solitude. They are not allowed to do what they do and also engage in any serious romantic relationships, as it's believed that depth of attachment is compromising and would hinder clear judgement.

Kestrel excelled in two areas of her training particularly. She has a warm and curious personality by nature, fearless in her willingness to engage strangers in conversation and genuinely fascinated with the stories they have to tell, so her gift for interviewing others and putting them at ease was evident almost from the start. Where her knack for symbology came from is less obvious, but she took to it quickly and advanced enough that she's capable of applying runes and symbols to various items to create magitech. Her strongest school is far and away that of Illusion.

With her training complete she's only just been turned loose into the world of Filgaia, sent first to the area of Eastern Ignas to begin her work. She travels alone and to all appearances seems perhaps a little delicate to be abroad in solitude on such an unforgiving continent, but her survival skills are excellent and she appears to have avoided most serious trouble, still bright-eyed and eager.

Abilities

  • Just Scribe Things: Calligraphy, ink-making, paper-pressing, book binding, illumination, illustration, laundering inkstains out of clothes -- the material necessities of life as a traveling scribe.
  • Just Documentarian Things: Kestrel is an excellent listener, a thoughtful interviewer, and a willing participant in the give-and-take of getting to know someone -- and sometimes she gives more than she takes. Whatever is necessary, in the end.
  • Wilderness Survival: She spends most of her time on the move, and is fully capable of navigating the wastes, setting up and striking camp, and hunting for her own food. One might even get the feeling she's more comfortable that way than trying to negotiate rates for rooms in cities.
  • Symbologist: She's good at this. Great at this, even. She specializes in illusion.
  • Dual-wielding daggers: This isn't her favorite way to pass the time, but anybody who travels the breadth of Filgaia is well-served to know at least a little bit about self-defense.
  • Light-footed: Kestrel is exceptionally acrobatic. Flexible, quiet, agile, and capable of moving at high rates of speed over all sorts of terrain -- the Filgaian equivalent of freerunning, more or less.



Trivia

  • She's older than she looks (and she looks like she might be in her twenties).
  • Kestrel is incredibly competent in the areas she was trained in, but beyond those areas there are large, sometimes glaring gaps in her knowledge about the world, having lived for so long in the Spectorate Conclave on a remote island in the archipelagos of Aquvy.

OOC Note:

Without getting too specific, since SPOILER ALERT, there's more to Kestrel than just an interest in learning about the people around her (though that part of her is absolutely genuine). Anyone willing to engage with her on a deeper level is likely to become part of something bigger. People who like character development wanted! Not sure? Page me! I don't bite!

Relationships

Source Name Nature Notes
File:Ellyicon.jpg Elly Geologist (?) Capable of compassion. Estranged by her own hair. Less fear than she should have: but why?
Isirisicon2.jpg ? ? We both know I escaped with more than just your sword that day.
Myyahicon.jpg Miang Historian (?) Knows things. She probably missed her calling as a scribe for the Spectorate.

Then again, maybe she didn't.

Gallery

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Faceless

Playlist

Flyleaf - Justice & Mercy (Violent Love Version)

We can't be oblivious
We are not ignorant
Blood in our hearts
Blood on our hands
We're human, we reason
We're breathing, protecting
You're living and dying, surviving, we're trying
To breathe in safety, come home safely
Mercy screams its violent love
Justice and mercy, justice and mercy
The depth of us created for
Justice and mercy, justice and mercy
This is where they kiss
A life here sacrificed
Someone who paid the price
Blood in our hearts
And blood on our hands
We cry out, we're fighting, it's warfare, we're dying
Believing we're winning, it's ending, we're singing
It's already done, we've overcome
[Chorus]
With a life on the line (the fire)
That consumes or refines (the fire)
To ascend or decline, to retreat or to climb
Out of sight out of mind, 'til attacked from behind
Will this fire
Consume or refine?
[Chorus]



Bardo State - Sospiro

Instrumental


Kestrel

If you ever get close to a human
And human behavior
Be ready, be ready to get confused
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
To human behavior
But yet so, yet so irresistible
And there's no map
But I see your true colors shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
Like a rainbow
And when I feel like I can feel once again
Let me stay awhile
Soak it in awhile
If we can hold on we can fix what is wrong
Buy a little time
For this head of mine
Heaven for us
In truth there is no better place to be
Than falling out of darkness still to see
And any bird that dares to fly in the bullet ridden sky
Is not dainty
And any fish that could survive in the open oil lines
Is not tasty
And that's what I read
So, should I doubt what I read?
And that's why I'm asking you
Help me understand the truth
If you know
Lock and load
I've seen a lot but still
Too young to feel old
Got my scars to show
Won't give into the thrill
I'm standing on my own
No love, no pain
War paint
Beneath my eyes
Beneath my eyes
I have a lot of fight in me, fight in me
You won't be the death of me, death of me
I have a lot of fight in me, oh

The Faceless

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day
You'll join us
And the world will live as one
And when we come back we'll be dressed in black
And you'll scream our names aloud
And we won't eat and we won't sleep
We'll drag bodies from their graves
So, say my name
And every colour illuminates
And we are shining
And we'll never be afraid again
I know how to hurt
I know how to kill
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No one ever died from wanting too much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start, my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart, my love
Holy water cannot help me now
A thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money, I don't want your crown
See I have come to burn your kingdom down
Holy water cannot help you now
See I've got to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out


Dedications
I'll take you out and up and light
I'll bury you good and straight and right


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