Kestlona
A mercenary’s axe, a hollow heart, and whispers that never fade.
The Journey Thus Far...
Growing up on a ranch within the forests of Gridania, life once seemed like a dream. Work was hard, but always rewarded, and Kest found joy in the quiet loops of each day, shaped lovingly by her parents. For a time, it was an idyll.Yet shadows lingered. Her parents were drowning in debts, gambling and borrowing until their past finally caught up to them. At only eight summers old, Kest’s perfect world was broken. To pay off what they owed, her parents sold her into the hands of a hidden organization — darker than the blackest night. Her new life had begun.Training was brutal. Fear was her earliest motivator, punishment her most familiar companion. But the endurance born of ranch life gave her some small edge, and soon fear gave way to anger. Hatred drove her to excel, to become the weapon they demanded. Years of drills and bloodshed forged her into their tool, and she embraced the great axe — too large for most Hyur, yet wielded with ease in her hands.Her missions ranged from thievery to assassination. With every life she took, a hollow joy crept into her chest, filling the void left by innocence. Her heart darkened, and she stopped searching for light. To the order, she was no longer a girl, but a perfected instrument of death.But the cruelest turning point was yet to come. During her training, she was forced into a ritual binding — a contract with a lesser voidsent known only as The Hollow Fang. Desperate to survive, she accepted. From that day onward, her left eye turned ghost-white, the mark of its claim. She felt its whispers coiling in her mind, offering strength and instinct in exchange for pieces of herself. She hides the eye as best she can, passing it off as blindness, yet knows it is a living scar she cannot sever.For years, this was all she knew, until the night the order fell. Whether by blade, betrayal, or divine punishment, her captors were destroyed. In the chaos, Kest seized the freedom she had long hungered for. She never looked back.Now, she wanders as a sellsword and adventurer. Freedom is hers, but not absolution. The void whispers still, and the hollow ache in her chest reminds her: she has not escaped the darkness, only carried it with her.Yet beneath the hardened exterior, Kest clings to one quiet hope — to one day lay down her axe and take up the hammer. Though she hides it from most, she dreams of becoming a blacksmith, of forging rather than breaking, of creating blades instead of burying them in flesh. Whether she can ever silence the void long enough to hold onto that dream remains uncertain.
Basic Details
Race: Hyur (Midlander)
Age: Mid-20s
Homeland: The Black Shroud
Weapon: Great Axe
Notable Trait: Crimson right eye, ghost-white left eye (hidden)Appearance:
Compact but muscular, built from years of survival and labor. Her crimson eye burns with restless energy, while the pale white eye is often concealed beneath hood, hair, or patch. Has dark red hair and keeps it long. Multiple scars line her back, though she keeps them hidden. Various tattoos line her arms and legs. (will post pics later)
Personality
Surface: Wry, guarded, quick with sarcasm and Bubbly.
Beneath: Fierce loyalty once earned, quiet yearning for peace, and a surprising tenderness for fragile things.
Fears: Losing herself entirely to the void, or never escaping the role of a weapon.
Strengths: Resilient, adaptable, strong-willed.
Flaws: Prone to violence when cornered, avoids true vulnerability, drinks too much.
The Hollow Fang
Nature: A lesser voidsent bound through ritual, latched onto Kest as its vessel.
Appearance (unseen): A shifting humanoid shadow with long clawed limbs and a jagged, fanged “mouth.” Its presence is glimpsed in the faint glow of Kest’s white eye.
Personality: Patient, predatory, whispering with calm malice.
What it Grants: Unnatural stamina, predatory instinct in battle, and faint aetheric perception through the white eye.
The Cost: Constant whispers, isolation, and the slow erosion of her soul. Each time she leans on its power, the bond deepens.
The bond is visible through her ghostly white eye, though she claims it is blind. Few know the truth — that her soul is shared with something that hungers always.
Quotes
“Freedom is survival. Survival is hunger. And hunger… is ours.”
Role Play Hooks
A mercenary for hire — willing to take dangerous or dishonorable work.
Conjurers, scholars, or void mages may sense the taint upon her.
Curious about the forge: blacksmiths, armorers, or miners might notice her interest in the craft.
Though she pretends otherwise, she sometimes lingers at markets and smithies, watching blades being made with a quiet longing.
Has a fondness for drink, often found at taverns when not working.
Secretly adores small or cute things (chocobo chicks, trinkets, plushes) though she tries hard to hide it.
OOC Stuff
Normally on after work (6pm to 12am)
Schedule can change due to work.
I live in EST timezone.
I do prefer Para-posting but all depends on who I role play with.
Looking for gaming buddies as well.
