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[GENERAL]
Name: Kestfel Nirathaar
Age: 128
Gender: Female [ She/Her ]
Species: Dragonborn [ Fire ]
Height & Weight: 6’4 ; 152lbs
Birthday: July 23
Occupation: Adventurer

[IDENTITY]
Personality: [ +Friendly ] [+Helpful ] [ +Determined ] [ +Loyal ] [ +Good-Natured ] [ -Impatient ] [ -Stubborn ] [ -Nosey ]
Through and through, she thinks of herself as a hero and friend to all! No matter who she meets on the road, she treats them with a friendly smile and a helping hand. And like all heroic people do, she is fiercely devoted to the proper ideals of determination and loyalty. Her family and friends are the most important things in the world to her, and she will do anything to keep them safe and away from harm. She can’t find it in herself to be mean for the sake of it.
Kestfel, however, doesn’t have all the time in the world. Or so she believes anyways. Traveling partners might be irked by her impatience, even when a situation depends on it. She’s always itching to get into the action and think later. And even on top of that, once she’s made up her mind, there’s no going back or trying to talk her out of it. As one might guess, this tends to get her into some trouble. But nothing she can’t handle! She also tends to get in peoples business, as well meaning as she might try to excuse it with. It’s not like she does it on purpose, but when something sounds interesting, she’s gotta know what it’s all about!

Backstory:
It was one of the hottest days in the summer, and the folk in the humble village grew worried. Their home was built nearby a large forest, and was known for its infamous wildfires. It didn’t happen all the time, but it happens enough where people start to take precautions. On that day, as they feared, a fire broke out in the forest and quickly spread. People went and hid, and did all they could to keep safe from the roaring fire.
The blacksmith's wife, however, thought she spotted something amid the roaring flames. It almost looked like… a child. Scared, but determined to save them she gathered her skirts and ran into the blaze, her husband calling for her to come back. She coughed and covered her mouth with a small rag, her eyes watering from the heat and ash. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before she found what she was looking for. She was surprised, however, when she realized this wasn’t just any child. Laying on the charred grass was a small figure with red scales and a tail, her eyes tightly shut against the heat and smoke. There was a trail of fire attached to the small raven-black feathers on the tip of her tail, which the lady quickly stomped out before scooping the sleeping child into her arms. It was a dragonborn, with her long snout and tail, no one would doubt it. But she didn’t have time to question it and quickly turned around to run back to her home, a large tree crashing into the ground behind her.
They named her Kestfel, and it didn’t take long for her personality to emerge. She was so naturally curious and daring, that it was fortunate that she had two parents to help keep her in check. Despite her appearance and strange background, her village loved her. She grew up surrounded by people who cared about her and taught her the meaning of truth and kindness through stories. The dragonborn especially loved stories about knights and their virtuous quests, and the fight scenes always made her heart burn bright as she listened to the storyteller with wide, determined eyes. Inspired from those tales, she made a promise to herself that she would be the greatest hero around, and learn how to protect others. As she wasn’t mature enough to wield a real sword, she resorted to practicing with large sticks, and attacking stumps or anything really. Her father and mother watched on, and looked at each other knowingly. They knew she was going to go through with this, no matter what it took. So, to celebrate her coming into her teenage years, her father made her a sword and personally taught her how to properly wield it. So from that moment on, she trained and focused on becoming stronger. As she grew, she knew she would have to do something big to earn a name for herself. Coincidentally, word through the town was there was a magic user about and terrorizing travelers. She, of course, listened in on those conversations and steeled herself. There was no way she was going to let a person who could do these kinds of things get away with it! She mentioned these rumors to her parents, and they looked at each other nervously, and then back at her. But as they gazed back at her and into her fiery eyes, they knew she wouldn’t care if they said yes or no. So, they set about and got her some protective gear and her father reinforced her sword, which she kept on her person at all times. The dragonborn was grateful for what her parents have done, and set off to stop the threat.
As she found the hidden lair in which the enemy made their home in, she discovered evidence of burning. Fire magic? She scoffed, this was going to be easy then. With her scales, she can walk through fire unscathed. She entered the lair, a cold and damp cavern, she managed to find the source of all the damage. They were nothing impressive, but their magic was nothing what she had expected. Then again, she had no real experience against magic beyond what she had heard from stories. Regardless, she drew her blade and attacked the offender. It took a bit longer than she had expected, but it was eventually over when the magician fell. They were still breathing, so she would have to bring them back for judgement. She was not going to finish them off, they were still a person after all. Right as she managed to scoop them up into her arms, she heard a faint cry. Surprised, she looked around before finally noticing a small glass lantern with a weak flame inside. Curious, she stepped closer to it, and nearly jumped when it cried out again. The fire was alive!! It’s big droopy eyes stared up at her, and made a cracking noise, like a fire would. She tilted her head, looking at it in confusion. What was this doing here? Why hasn’t it left yet? As if sensing her questions, it shook the glass it was contained in and cried out. It was stuck. The magician must’ve shoved it inside for light, how cruel!! She glared at the body in her arms and dropped them. She took the glass in her claws and smashed it in her fist. Slowly, she opened her fist again to see the small fire there, barely glowing at this point and barely bigger than her palm. Her yellow eyes softened at this sight and held it close. No doubt, she was going to keep this little thing. She felt a fierce need to protect it. Dragging the body behind her, she went back home to be greeted by the joyous cheers of her village, welcoming her home.

Abilities:
-Fire breathing: For a short period of time, she can summon the ability to release a plume of hot fire from her mouth. If this is held for too long, she can grow fatigued and dizzy.
-Fire Scales: As she was born from fire, she has the ability to resist high temperatures and can even stand in the middle of a blaze for a period of time without being harmed by it.
-Strength: Due to her natural ability as a dragonborn and the fact that she works out everyday, she can lift more than the average human

Strengths & Weaknesses: +Sword fighting +Outgoing +Charismatic | -Unable to back down from anything -Impulsive -Takes responsibility for others mistakes -Women

Likes & Dislikes: +Glahad, Friendly Sparing, Women, Music, Exploring, Glowing Objects, Cats | -Criminals, Fish, Disrespectful People, Cold Weather

Relationship Status & Orientation: Butch Lesbian | Single

[FAMILIAR]
Galhad - Fire Familiar - Sapling - He/Them
-
Just like Kestfel, he loves adventure and seeing new places. He gets upset and throws a fit whenever she has to leave him behind, even though it could potentially dangerous for him. Always curious and eager to learn, he reads books that she can bring back after dungeons. Though, a few more times than they would like to admit, they get too excited and burn the books. He has a strange tendancy to take any feathers that fall in his path, including Kestfels.

[OPTIONAL]
Extra: The symbol on her armband is a personal crest that she made herself, which is traditional in her family.
Theme song
Relationships:
-Galhad- Her familiar and constant companion whom she adores and will fight to protect
-Jadara and Talmir- Her mother and father, they raised her as if she were one of their own despite her being a dragonborn. She owes everything to them and she is beyond grateful for them.

[RP PREFERENCE]
Media: [Discord] | [Skype] | [Google Docs] | [Notes] | [Comments]
Methods: Paragraph | Literature | Script | Headcanon
Timezone: PDT

Description

[GENERAL]
Name: Kestfel Nirathaar
Age: 128
Gender: Female [ She/Her ]
Species: Dragonborn [ Fire ]
Height & Weight: 6’4 ; 152lbs
Birthday: July 23
Occupation: Adventurer

[IDENTITY]
Personality: [ +Friendly ] [+Helpful ] [ +Determined ] [ +Loyal ] [ +Good-Natured ] [ -Impatient ] [ -Stubborn ] [ -Nosey ]
Through and through, she thinks of herself as a hero and friend to all! No matter who she meets on the road, she treats them with a friendly smile and a helping hand. And like all heroic people do, she is fiercely devoted to the proper ideals of determination and loyalty. Her family and friends are the most important things in the world to her, and she will do anything to keep them safe and away from harm. She can’t find it in herself to be mean for the sake of it.
Kestfel, however, doesn’t have all the time in the world. Or so she believes anyways. Traveling partners might be irked by her impatience, even when a situation depends on it. She’s always itching to get into the action and think later. And even on top of that, once she’s made up her mind, there’s no going back or trying to talk her out of it. As one might guess, this tends to get her into some trouble. But nothing she can’t handle! She also tends to get in peoples business, as well meaning as she might try to excuse it with. It’s not like she does it on purpose, but when something sounds interesting, she’s gotta know what it’s all about!

Backstory:
It was one of the hottest days in the summer, and the folk in the humble village grew worried. Their home was built nearby a large forest, and was known for its infamous wildfires. It didn’t happen all the time, but it happens enough where people start to take precautions. On that day, as they feared, a fire broke out in the forest and quickly spread. People went and hid, and did all they could to keep safe from the roaring fire.
The blacksmith's wife, however, thought she spotted something amid the roaring flames. It almost looked like… a child. Scared, but determined to save them she gathered her skirts and ran into the blaze, her husband calling for her to come back. She coughed and covered her mouth with a small rag, her eyes watering from the heat and ash. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before she found what she was looking for. She was surprised, however, when she realized this wasn’t just any child. Laying on the charred grass was a small figure with red scales and a tail, her eyes tightly shut against the heat and smoke. There was a trail of fire attached to the small raven-black feathers on the tip of her tail, which the lady quickly stomped out before scooping the sleeping child into her arms. It was a dragonborn, with her long snout and tail, no one would doubt it. But she didn’t have time to question it and quickly turned around to run back to her home, a large tree crashing into the ground behind her.
They named her Kestfel, and it didn’t take long for her personality to emerge. She was so naturally curious and daring, that it was fortunate that she had two parents to help keep her in check. Despite her appearance and strange background, her village loved her. She grew up surrounded by people who cared about her and taught her the meaning of truth and kindness through stories. The dragonborn especially loved stories about knights and their virtuous quests, and the fight scenes always made her heart burn bright as she listened to the storyteller with wide, determined eyes. Inspired from those tales, she made a promise to herself that she would be the greatest hero around, and learn how to protect others. As she wasn’t mature enough to wield a real sword, she resorted to practicing with large sticks, and attacking stumps or anything really. Her father and mother watched on, and looked at each other knowingly. They knew she was going to go through with this, no matter what it took. So, to celebrate her coming into her teenage years, her father made her a sword and personally taught her how to properly wield it. So from that moment on, she trained and focused on becoming stronger. As she grew, she knew she would have to do something big to earn a name for herself. Coincidentally, word through the town was there was a magic user about and terrorizing travelers. She, of course, listened in on those conversations and steeled herself. There was no way she was going to let a person who could do these kinds of things get away with it! She mentioned these rumors to her parents, and they looked at each other nervously, and then back at her. But as they gazed back at her and into her fiery eyes, they knew she wouldn’t care if they said yes or no. So, they set about and got her some protective gear and her father reinforced her sword, which she kept on her person at all times. The dragonborn was grateful for what her parents have done, and set off to stop the threat.
As she found the hidden lair in which the enemy made their home in, she discovered evidence of burning. Fire magic? She scoffed, this was going to be easy then. With her scales, she can walk through fire unscathed. She entered the lair, a cold and damp cavern, she managed to find the source of all the damage. They were nothing impressive, but their magic was nothing what she had expected. Then again, she had no real experience against magic beyond what she had heard from stories. Regardless, she drew her blade and attacked the offender. It took a bit longer than she had expected, but it was eventually over when the magician fell. They were still breathing, so she would have to bring them back for judgement. She was not going to finish them off, they were still a person after all. Right as she managed to scoop them up into her arms, she heard a faint cry. Surprised, she looked around before finally noticing a small glass lantern with a weak flame inside. Curious, she stepped closer to it, and nearly jumped when it cried out again. The fire was alive!! It’s big droopy eyes stared up at her, and made a cracking noise, like a fire would. She tilted her head, looking at it in confusion. What was this doing here? Why hasn’t it left yet? As if sensing her questions, it shook the glass it was contained in and cried out. It was stuck. The magician must’ve shoved it inside for light, how cruel!! She glared at the body in her arms and dropped them. She took the glass in her claws and smashed it in her fist. Slowly, she opened her fist again to see the small fire there, barely glowing at this point and barely bigger than her palm. Her yellow eyes softened at this sight and held it close. No doubt, she was going to keep this little thing. She felt a fierce need to protect it. Dragging the body behind her, she went back home to be greeted by the joyous cheers of her village, welcoming her home.

Abilities:
-Fire breathing: For a short period of time, she can summon the ability to release a plume of hot fire from her mouth. If this is held for too long, she can grow fatigued and dizzy.
-Fire Scales: As she was born from fire, she has the ability to resist high temperatures and can even stand in the middle of a blaze for a period of time without being harmed by it.
-Strength: Due to her natural ability as a dragonborn and the fact that she works out everyday, she can lift more than the average human

Strengths & Weaknesses: +Sword fighting +Outgoing +Charismatic | -Unable to back down from anything -Impulsive -Takes responsibility for others mistakes -Women

Likes & Dislikes: +Glahad, Friendly Sparing, Women, Music, Exploring, Glowing Objects, Cats | -Criminals, Fish, Disrespectful People, Cold Weather

Relationship Status & Orientation: Butch Lesbian | Single

[FAMILIAR]
Galhad - Fire Familiar - Sapling - He/Them
-
Just like Kestfel, he loves adventure and seeing new places. He gets upset and throws a fit whenever she has to leave him behind, even though it could potentially dangerous for him. Always curious and eager to learn, he reads books that she can bring back after dungeons. Though, a few more times than they would like to admit, they get too excited and burn the books. He has a strange tendancy to take any feathers that fall in his path, including Kestfels.

[OPTIONAL]
Extra: The symbol on her armband is a personal crest that she made herself, which is traditional in her family.
Theme song
Relationships:
-Galhad- Her familiar and constant companion whom she adores and will fight to protect
-Jadara and Talmir- Her mother and father, they raised her as if she were one of their own despite her being a dragonborn. She owes everything to them and she is beyond grateful for them.

[RP PREFERENCE]
Media: [Discord] | [Skype] | [Google Docs] | [Notes] | [Comments]
Methods: Paragraph | Literature | Script | Headcanon
Timezone: PDT