Kestryll Heart

[Kestryll Heart]

DARKENED WATERS

the BASICS

Name: Kestryll Heart
Nicknames: If anything, ‘Kess’, simply because it is a whole syllable shorter than her original name.
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
DoB: February 29^th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Upper
Group: Politician

the DESCRIPTION

Celeb Claim: Odette Yustman
Appearance: The first and perhaps most striking feature of Kestryll is her face. They often say that beauty is deceiving, and perhaps it is. Though, it just depends on who lies beneath the mask…but in Kestryll’s case, one could say that is most certainly is. She has a heart shaped face with a strong jaw line and a straight nose. Her eyes are large, almond and an alluring mix of silver and frost blue, wide and glittering in the light. Her irises are home to the effulgent twists of blue steel that burn with intelligence. These eyes of hers never shed tears, though when angered can sometimes look black, framed by screens of obnoxiously long, dark lashes. Her alabaster skin is much fairer than what’s usually natural, as many nights spent under the moon have left her skin fair and bleached milky, like creamy porcelain, something she owes to her mother’s North Alaskan lineage. Setting off her face are her high cheekbones and rosebud lips, which pull her together in quite the lovely package. Of course, that is only on the outside.

Long and ebony, her hair seems to be black most of the time, although we all know there is no such colour for hair. Intensely dark brown, it is naturally straight, and falls to her the base of her shoulder blades in loose waves down to her mid-back, messy and beautiful, untamed and windswept. At times, it does get in the way, causing her to curse it and threaten to hack it all off.

Kess is quite tall in comparison to most women, standing at five foot seven, with a fairly ectomorphic frame. She is muscular, but not overly so, more in the lean muscle way, and she makes sure to keep herself thin enough to still be considered attractive, but there are times when it is nice to have a bit of muscle on your side. One rarely expects a pretty girl to have biceps. Lithe, slim, and relatively curvaceous, her frame bears strong shoulders and broad hips, rippled with deceptive muscle hidden by her curves. Her slight frame is surprisingly strong, built with tough sinew and dense muscle. She is athletic if not slender and well endowed if not voluptuous, though neither stick-like nor fleshy.

Personality: Kestryll is an enigma. Cool, calm and collected basically sum her up. She is determined, and deeply motivated, yet feisty and utterly cold. She practically has no temper, with no cracks or sympathetic links, no way to get to her. She is unpredictable and often harsh, with acerbic wit and the mind of a great thinker.

She can convey her thoughts with only a look, and can utilize a large amount of weapons in her fighting, though even without weapons, Kestryll can be considered a force to be reckoned with. Although trained in hand to hand combat, Kestryll realises the importance of self-defence and weaponry, especially when your head’s on the lower-class menu twenty-four-seven so carries with her a handgun wherever she goes. Her mind can tend to lean towards the cold and analytical, tactical, and logical, she is not afraid to kill if it means prolonging her own life, and doesn't trust easily. Kestryll can also be a very unforgiving person, especially when it comes to those who have betrayed her loyalty.

Kess can flick from polite and urbane, to blunt, vicious and venomous. Another thing that can be told from her, is that she is very precise and in control. She dominates her face and can paint emotions as easily as she lies. Affecting tears, laughter and innocence isn't a challenge, but merely something she does when she has to.
She adapts well to a variety of situations. When dealing in a professional environment she tames herself to be respectful and courteous, playing the part of the perfect adult, although usually only with her own gains in mind. She is mildly rebellious otherwise, usually adhering to the rules yet questioning all of them and disregarding those she finds trivial.

As one could probably tell from her physical appearance, Kestryll is quite obsessed with herself. Not only does she put herself above all others, at all times, and at all costs, she sees herself as simply better than anyone else, which makes her distant, aloof and supercilious as she feels she is superior to practically everyone else around her. No one could possibly be prettier than her! And no one could be smarter, or faster, or better at anything than she is. It is just impossible in her mind. Perhaps one could say she is a bit of a narcissist.

As such, Kess feels that she is superior to most women, and so treats other females with cold indifference, whereas she would be merely prickly and competitive towards men. She is a relentless plotter, and her mind is razor sharp and always on the go, always planning and scheming. Most of the time, her plans don’t go as she’d like them to, but that doesn’t stop her from doing it anyway.

Her most extraordinary talent is her reading ability, and Kestryll is more accurate than any lie detector to date. But it’s more than telling truth from lies. She can watch someone and tell the kind of person they are, what they intend to do, and when followed she can pick out her stalker in a crowd full of people. She doesn’t know how, but she just knows. When asked how she does it, Kess finds herself giving different answers in different situations. Perhaps a tremble in the voice, or a tone of voice that was either too assertively smooth and insouciant. Something around the mouth, a tremor in the chin, something around the eyes. There was always something. She’s like a poker player who innately knows everybody’s tell when they bluff, but she doesn’t even try.

Likes:

• Flaunting the skills that make her better than others.
  
• Beating anyone in competition.
  
• Chances to be sarcastic.
  
• Chances to poke fun at people.
  
• Picking out other people's flaws, weaknesses and mistakes.
  
• Winning arguments.
  
• Using her powers of persuasion.
  
• Mirrors, reflections and shiny, expensive things.
  
• Expensive vehicles.
  
• Lavish meals.
  
• Alcohol.
  
• Ordering people around.
  
• Beautifully tailored clothing, and being well-dressed.
  
• Her line of work.
  
• Spending money on unnecessary luxuries.

Dislikes:

• Losing.
  
• Being contradicted or argued with.
  
• Men with over-inflated egos.
  
• Other women.
  
• In fact, she doesn't like people in general, especially if they are inferior to her.
  
• Being underestimated, but at least then she gets a chance to kick their doubting butt.
  
• Bright colours.
  
• Ruining a perfectly good item of clothing.
  
• People who she deems a threat to her. (In other words, other beautiful women, other smart politicians, other ultra-wealthy businessmen/women, etc.)
  
• Being protected, supervised or mollycoddled. She's perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
  
• Being bested by someone she deems inferior to her.

Strengths:

• Ability to suss out everyone else while still keeping her own cards close to her chest. If she wants to seem like a well-educated, polite and good-intentioned politician, that's exactly what she'll appear to be.
  
• Very well-connected. Highly persuasive when she wants to be.
  
• Her fighting ability. One hardly expects a bodyguard-swarmed politician to know how to punch.
  
• Rich- has fantastic funding to pursue her own needs.
  
• Will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

Weaknesses/Fears:

• Assuming everyone can be persuaded by money and words.
  
• Doesn't trust easily, if at all.
  
• Relentless vanity, obsessed with own appearance.
  
• Narcissism.
  
• Generally tends to forget who she's talking to, and addresses everyone around her like a moron. This can be dangerous when dealing with people equally as powerful as she.
  
• Power-hungry.
  
• Loathing of higher authority.

the FAMILY

Parents: Jared (father), Bryony (mother).
Siblings: None.
Other Family: Oh, the usual. Grandmothers, grandfathers, cousins, aunts, uncles. Like most, her family tree is complicated, but none of them are really important enough to note down.
History:
Let’s begin where any story begins. The origins.

Here’s the picture: Jared Akhatova was a Russian businessman, and like the vast majority of large, wealth families back then, his family was wrought with scandal and trickery. It was, naturally, almost to be expected. Jared was an illegitimate child, a bastard, born to Cecilia Akhatova, the rich Russian business man, and her lover, Matthew Heart, who was interlinked with the web work and family trees of the popular Hart family. (As it turns out, heart was merely a misspelling of the same surname from the age of the Tudors and somehow it had stuck.) Anyway, Jared’s illegitimacy meant that he spent his whole world trying to establish himself as right and proper despite his mismatched parents, and that included taking his father’s surname, amassing his fortunes, and many expensive legal cases over the copyright of his products.

On the other side of the family was Bryony Callahan, the only daughter of an Englishman and a North Alaskan woman, and was the sole heir of their combined wealth. Bryony inherited her mother’s incredible looks and her father’s suave attitude, and in the years to come Jared would often call her his Devil Woman. Oh, Bryony was a terror. She was what you would call an upper-class criminal, the sort of woman who’d steal your heart, clothes and possessions and leave you completely bare with just a flick of her raven hair and a smooth rouge-lipped smile. Was it really any wonder that Jared fell for her?

They met in a London conference, or – what had been London back then. It wasn’t that long ago, but as you know, the sea levels have changed in little over two decades. It was a business transaction, involving products and money and massive egos. A lot was on the line, and perhaps it was that danger, that adrenaline that drew her parents together.
Either way they were married two years later, and eighteen months later Bryony fell pregnant with their first and only child. An average of nine months later, she gave birth to Kestryll Heart.

Needing to escape a collapsing world, Jared brought his family home to Russia, there they would be safe from floods and crises. Kess grew up in a life anyone could expect from a girl like her. Kestryll was loved and adored as a child, showered with gifts and compliments and always told that she was the best at everything she did. Instead of making the girl complacent, it instead made her more determined to remain the best in her later years.

She developed early, taking by eight months old, and was capable of having coherent conversations by eighteen months, with a vocabulary of one thousand to fifteen hundred words by the age of three. Before her fifth birthday she could speak both English and Russian with equal fluency and could understand maths of a far higher level. Her parents sent her to the best school in Russia, and at the age of eleven she transferred to one of the best schools in the world, a Swiss academy.

Growing up, Kess was never sheltered from the failing world around her. She was a smart girl, and she watched the news, so she was never ignorant to the gobal problems constantly arising. Thus, the fact that she cared little about the world around her originated not from her lack of knowledge of her surrounding situation, but instead because she simply didn't care.

Kestryll continued to learn English, Maths and Science, along with several other language subjects such as Arabic, Chinese, French and Sign Language. It was here that her reading talent began to emerge and by her sixteenth birthday she could read anyone effortlessly. She graduated from the academy with exceptional grades and returned to Russia. At eighteen she joined the army, more for the experience than anything else, and spent six months in the military doing basic training before she left. Her father, having undergone the full three years of army training, began to teach her a few methods of self-defence and weapons handling, knowing that upper-class citizens like them would always be vulnerable against the lower classes that hated their guts. Kess picked it up well, and at the age of twenty bought her first handgun, a Smith & Wesson 1911 that she keeps with her to this day. A powerful orator, even then, Kess put her talents to better use and tried her hand in Russian politics. Finding that it wasn’t for her, she took a nice chunk of her Russian inheritance form her Swiss account, travelled to England and has since settled down there, buying herself a sizeable residence and associating with a band of advisors and personal bodyguards.

the ADMIN STUFF

Name: Sarah
Age: Sixteen
Experience: Five or six years
Password: admins are the pwn
Anything Else?: Nope.
Roleplaying Sample:
Understand? Magda did more than understand. She remembered. She'd been one of them for twenty years and knew their group mind inside and out, because for two decades she'd had one. For them it was all about loopholes in the rules, cunning and stealth. Cowardice... Magda was ashamed that she'd once fought by those rules. Of course, telling the man this would have made an excellent argument, but she held her silence, knowing that revealing this could well be the source of hatred in the future.

Now you have a choice to make don't you?
"I do, do I? Let's see- I can just about guess what's happening in Berlin because it'd be the same as what's happening here. Anarchy, death and dystopia, am I right?" An easy smile was on her lips, and she straightened up from the doorway, stuck her knife into it's sheath at her hip, and strolled straight past the man as she spoke.
"Besides, if your message is so important to deliver, you could tell me and I'll pass the message along. Or else your precious people in Berlin would never have their message carried to Moonshallow. Can you risk that?" She stopped in her retreat and turned to shoot a smug, taunting smile back at him.

"On the other hand- I think it's you that has the decision to make. I can easily not tell you where to find Moonshallow, and that would be a catastrophe for your mission, wouldn't it? Now I give you a choice, because you ally yourself with them- the enemies of our kind. As long as you defend her, I'm not telling you a thing, because you could well be a traitor out to kill Moonshallow. You can keep defending that thing-" she nodded to the woman "-in vain, because let's face it- I can have that thing kicked out of here in an instant." She slowly walked backward towards the blinds of the cafeteria, and pushed open one of the slides with the barrel of her gun, allowing one chink of light to spill across the room and be cast along the floor towards the enemy woman again, before she let the blinds fall back again.
"But as it turns out, I'm not all that heartless, and I just so happen to know that this base has a basement used for storage facilities of its stock. The basement has a passageway that slopes downwards to the sewage systems. She can hang out there until it's dark again because I don't want her in my base. The sewers follow the same routes as the subway, and that goes past the old site of Colgan Manor which is now the derelict council house. It can find its way there and hide out." She stepped towards the man again, gazing evenly back at him as she presented her argument.

"Buuut. The door to the passageway is locked," she pulled a jangling set of keys from her pocket and dangled them in the air before pocketing them again. "And I have the key. So you tell me exactly what you want with my friend and tell me the message you have to give. If you try to fight me or defend her further, I'll kick her out. Tell me the truth, and I'll show you the way to the passageway and lend you the key. I might even escort her to the council house."
She paused, smiled, tapped her temple. "I might not be willing to let her scorch. The truth for your friend's life. Lies will earn death. If you tell me the truth, that tells me you're trustworthy enough for me to tell you where Moonshallow is."
She smirked gleefully. Oh yes, there was a little bit of a bitch left in her.

[Isabella Watson]

accepted <3
amazing application =]