Kossala Adaar

Kossala Adaar Sept 13, 2015 20:08:05 GMT

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Post by Kossala Adaar on Sept 13, 2015 20:08:05 GMT

Inquisitor Kossala Adaar

race | qunari • gender | female • age | twenty-nine
vashoth • rogue • double daggers • tempest
faction leader of the inquisition
written by omakligr

APPEARANCE

The chances of losing Kossala within a crowd or mistaking her for someone else are very slim. The woman is six-feet and eleven inches (just shy of seven, she'll always claim), and has the build of a fighter. The broad-shouldered look of the qunari is very apparent, with her torso slightly barrel-shaped that tapers down into a more boxed waist than any pinched hourglass or delicate curve. Kossala is muscled and athletic, her build wrought of strength and stability. Her core is secure, and based on use rather than anything with aesthetic value, giving her the look of a boxer rather than an individual who may have muscles simply from keeping a strict schedule of working out. Her back and shoulders are also heavily worked, with her arms being of notable merit. She doesn't have ample bulk of it, with her talents lying mainly in knife-work rather than heavier swords and shields--or even two handed weapons--but her sheer height and size likely make up for plenty of that.

Kossala's skin is a rich copper, the warm undertones warm and robust, and the scars that litter across arms and shoulders tend to blend darker in color, some deep reds and even purples evident there. The woman's face has a bit of a rectangular shape to it, her jaw curving, but strong, and chin prominent and rounded. All features are predominantly dark--her eyes a murky brown and hair dark enough to be considered black. Her hair. It's worth mentioning that the vashoth's hair is a wild mane of curls and volume, the whole mess of it thick and unruly. Often it's woven into more manageable forms--some plaits of some sort--but Kossala does prefer it to be loose and free when outside of combat situations. Pointed ears are, of course, a trait of her kind--however they're not nearly as tapered or evident as those belonging to an elf. Another unavoidable trait are her horns. The vashoth has two pairs, the larger curving back from her temples away from her skull, while the other, smaller pair sits before them on her forehead.

All in all, there's no mistaking she's qunari, and she isn't one all that easy to hide.
play-by: tina desai

PERSONALITY

Kossala never learned to keep her walls up.

The woman is engaging and open, perhaps too open, and the first to smile and step forth no matter the danger or shadow that looms before her. She is someone who believes that the soul is inherently good, and will fight tooth and nail for that cause. The vashoth wears her heart on her sleeve, and will put herself into everything she does until there is nothing left behind. She is enthusiastic, putting every ounce of effort into all she does without hesitance or second-guessing. Once a decision is made it's one she will follow through to the end, and will sacrifice all time, heart, and blood on what needs to be done to see it through. Adventurous and courageous, she errs towards stepping forth and acting rather than taking the time to try and compile lists of consequences and cross-check to see what would be the best. Actions speak louder than words, and while she may not look where she's jumping all the time, she will jump nonetheless to pave a way or stand as example.

Paired with this is an ability to admit her faults. Granted, it takes a good moment of shame and guilt for that to come around. The vashoth is passionate, and the other side of that coin does mark her as a bit foolhardy and stubborn. However the words 'I'm wrong' can freely be pulled from her lips, because she doesn't hang up on being without flaws or cut from diamonds. She understands that she is heavily flawed, and takes that all in stride and accepts it, under the belief that if she can do so so readily and eagerly, it may inspire others to do the same. She is blind to it at times, still the sort to have twenty-twenty hindsight and suffer from moments of tactless words that form quicker than the thoughts to process and filter them out, but she can suffer though a moment of sheepish embarrassment to ready herself for the next task at hand.

Very evident is the fact that Kossala cares. She is a person who puts heart into all that she does. The vashoth will outwardly admit she falls in love easily--she falls in love with ideas, with music, with books, with friends, and with places--and in turn she does become very attached to all of these things. Distancing herself and keeping numb to certain situations is devastatingly difficult, and emotions will almost certainly rule over logic in most decisions that come to pass. The vashoth values being earnest over cold, hard facts, and prefers sympathy over regulations. She cares, cares too much, and they are the quickest way to cause her harm or give or grief. With this care comes a want to protect, to be a force great enough to keep all that she holds within her heart safe, no matter the cost that that may bring.

And yet, for as bright as she shines, for all the light she does her best to radiate with, she can't pledge that she is any inch pure or deserving for that brightness to be cast upon her.

Kossala's morals are askew. She believes in people, yes, but she has little issue when it comes to bringing an end to those who are on the other side of her blade. Her loyalty extends to a certain circle, and anything beyond that is free game. Will she still smile at them? Will she still sing them praises and be as amiable and approachable as ever? Of course! But the moment when the decision comes to mark them as those she needs to cut down, she can effectively do that with precision. The life of a mercenary has hardened her, it's made the sight of blood a constant, it's made taking lives something ordinary, something she doesn't fret over any longer during those early morning hours. She has accepted she's good at what she does, and that while she does believe that people are good, being good is not a grand enough reason to always keep them alive. While she has no inclination towards needless violence, and can't stand the idea of torture or drawing out agony, she can detach her sense of Goodness when it comes to the harder aspects of life.

It's something that has left the vashoth wondering too much on the ideas of monsters and what may constitute someone as such. In the end she's accepted that looking at the world in black and white is very flawed, and everything is, more or less, an assortment of varying muddled grays. She believes that her soul is gray. It's not a condemning thought, and not something she has any particular strife or baggage about. She can accept that her soul is gray, and with that acceptance can move on to ensure that she can brighten those around her. She is an individual who will hoist those around her atop her shoulders to ensure that they move on to whatever awaits them in higher levels, and will gladly stay behind to ensure everyone gets there, even if it means she gets left behind. The vashoth is set on the notion that life has meaning in the lives that someone touches, and she will try her damnedest to enrich what she can. Kossala will laugh, she'll love, and she'll better those around her.

The vashoth is impatient, ready to jump into the fray than wait for permissions or for things to be double and triple-checked. She is impulsive, and has no issue taking the initiative to get things started, or to get them done. This, however, does come across as having very little self preservation. Kossala jumps into action, and will actively put herself between harm and those she cares for, no matter how daunting the enemy is. This translates as being reckless or perhaps unthinking, but truthfully it's because she is content with risking her hide for those she works with. As part of a mercenary company she has grown to depend on others, but in turn knows that they, too, depend on her. She has learned to smile, to enjoy the fight, and to even laugh when in the fray of it, as if the bloodshed didn't weigh a thing. Her soul is gray, and her hands are red.

Responsibility is daunting, and for a very long time, thus far, it's something she hasn't had to exercise all that much. As Herald that had changed, and brought with it a sense of severity that comes with nightfall and wears on her bones. She worries--not for herself, never for herself--but for those who are affected by the outcome of all the mess the world is in. She wants to do right, and truly does want to better all around her. Rather than scar the earth with her intentions, she would rather see it heal and bloom. She doesn't want to terrorize, doesn't want to bring people to their knees, and she certainly doesn't want to be a beacon of righteousness or a voice of the holy. She wants to ensure that people survive, that things end up a little lighter than they were before, and to stand in the sun and drink in the brightness there and truly enjoy it. Her very life has been a freedom so many of her race can't even comprehend, so she will always fight to be a beacon of hope.

Her soul is gray, her hands are red, but her heart? She likes to think her heart is golden.
Kossala has never learned to keep her walls up, or else that heart of hers too may be shadowed--and that she will not allow.

HISTORY

Your name is Adaar. You're Vashoth. You didn't get paid for being blown up.

The words written to her from Shrokrakar sum up everything in a manner too-quick and wholly precise all in one go. The truth of it reaches far back, the fingers of the past rooted in something far larger than the product of the vashoth.

To say the Qun is strict would be a terrible understatement, and in Par Vollen the small seed of hope was strewn to find some leeway outside of it all. Vasaad kept his title, allowing it to become his name where Taarbas took the name Hissera, 'Hope'. She found hope in leaving the Qun, in finding a life outside of those restrictions and fitting into a place in the world that allowed for individuality and growth. Vasaad, plenty smitten for far too long, took to those beliefs like a moth to flame, and swore to see them through no matter how he burned from the brightness of it. The pair fled Par Vollen, risking the brand of Tal-Vashoth rather than reeducation--because this way there was a chance to really live, this way there was still hope.

Rivain was where they settled, where Tal-Vashoth weren't particularly unusual, and accepted into the smaller communities where they sought refuge from the Qun. They took the surname Adaar, fire thrower, as a nod towards Vasaad's quick immersion into smithing and playful personality that sprouted from the stunted and constricted mold the Qun had kept contained. Hissera had an affinity towards herbology, a talent undiscovered during her time in the Qun, but expanding nonetheless. Despite the initial hesitation, the woman began working for the hedge-mage, the seer, of their small community. For a while things were well, and when Hissera became heavy with child, the pair got to truly experience what potential a family had.

Kossala was born 9:10 Dragon, on the third day of Cloudreach. Her name, still derived from Qunlat, was a mesh of peace ('kost') and soul ('asala'), and something that their parents could call their own in every way. The girl was not shuttled into learning, not raised by Tamassrans, but by themselves--well, that isn't wholly true. A large part of it came from the community, there the tightly-knit group helped one another cohesively. Kossala grew with wide eyes reflecting the flames of her father's furnace and fingers dirtied by the soil of aiding her mother's gardens. She was engaged in playful sparring when she held sticks and, later, dull wooden blades by Vasaad, and she was also amazed by the magic cast by the seer's hands. No fear of magic was ever instilled in her heart, and the girl grew ignorant of the Qun all together.

Well, not wholly ignorant. Adolescence was met with an understanding of the severity she never had to shoulder when the Besrathari came upon the community. The recruiter of the Qun was dealt with by Vasaad, and in turn he knew he could not keep the community safe with his presence. The duty to keep his family safe came before all else, and he had promised them that no harm would come their way. The Beresaad, the scouting company, that was sent to find the missing Besrathari never came, and Vasaad never returned. Closure came with his sword coming upon their stoop, and Hissera putting it carefully to rest. She was still Hope, through all of this, she had to be hope for Kossala.

The Vashoth took the hit hard, but honed that loss and grief into a renewed vigor to do more. She took her father's lesser blades and kept them honed, stuck them into stumps and posts, digested her mother's comments on how to improve her aiming and strikes, and channeled that hurt into something efficient. Kossala took on acting as courier for the Seer her mother worked with, and as she grew she searched outside of the small area for more of the world, expanding her routes to Llomerryn, and from there the horizon was endless. By way of ship, Thedas was hers to explore, and she was set on experiencing all she could. Kossala, in her youth, wanted nothing more than to eat all she could of the world, to sink her teeth into what there was to offer and savor all that came from it.

Fate intervened in Orlais, where the young woman, not more than eighteen at the time, came upon a mercenary group. Now that alone was not suspect, but the fact that this one was composed wholly of Tal-Vashoth? That was more surprising than she could begin to describe. Hardly were qunari seen in Orlais or in Fereldan, and when they were the lone stragglers were assumed to be mindless brutes who took to violence before everything else--shades, she had been assumed to be that enough times that it almost felt normal. But this? A band of Tal-Vashoth? It was miraculous. More miraculous was that she didn't perish during the initial contact of getting surprised and pounced upon by Ashaad. Her meager skills with her blades kept her alive, but the whole situation was laughably untrained, as later detailed by the horned woman known as Shokrakar, who also made sure to let Kossala know that Ashaad had been piss drunk the entire fight.

The following invitation into the mercenary group was eagerly accepted, and Kossala became a member of the Valo-Kas company. The organization was commonly used, and Kossala put in the years and effort to better herself and become a worthwhile member. Ten years she had cultivated skills and experience to become a resourceful and capable member. In ten years she fought and played hard, she enjoyed life and learned how to kill with precise delicacy. Kossala loved, hated, lost, and learned more than she could have imagined, and gathered brothers and sisters in those she worked with. The vashoth came to understand the ache of heartbreak, the fire of passion, the smothering darkness of necessity, and how to keep her blades sharp. Her letters home never were dull, and on the off-chance she could visit Rivain she always made the trip.

The job at the conclave was just that, another job. The Valo-Kas had been hired as a neutral party to keep the peace between the templars and mages present during the event. All they had to do, they joked, was stand around and look intimidating and then they'd get paid.

It was a bit more complicated than that.

Upon waking shackled, Kossala had no recollection of what happened at the conclave, what happened to the Divine, or what happened to her hand. What she does recall is the basics so excellently described by Shokrakar.

Your name is Adaar. You're Vashoth. You didn't get paid for being blown up.

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Post by Kossala Adaar on Sept 13, 2015 20:06:12 GMT

Post by Kossala Adaar on Sept 13, 2015 20:08:05 GMT