Kastrel

One could never quite read what this feline was thinking—her stoic expression guarded every emotion with precise control. Her white hair, stark against the soft grey of her fur, was usually pulled back into a neat braid, framing her sharp, triangular ears. Pink markings traced delicate patterns across her grey coat, while her piercing orange eyes constantly surveyed her surroundings with quiet intensity.

Standing at about five feet four inches, she possessed a lithe, feminine figure. She typically wore a white, fluffy blouse paired with sleek black trousers. Draped over her shoulders hung a striking red coat, adorned with gleaming gold buttons and intricate trim, reaching down to her feet, which were clad in black boots with modestly raised heels.

At her waist, a belt secured two sheathed daggers, one on each side—ready for swift draw at a moment’s notice.

A cat with an ego to match her fierce presence.

Name: Kastrel

Alias: Princess Kastrel

Nicknames: TBA

Age: 35

Gender: Femme Trans

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: Feline

Pride: Quietpaws

Rank: Commander

Occupation: Astral Sailor

Parentage: Kit of Newrn and Kitara

Marital Status: Single

Marital Views: Polyamorous

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Egotistical,

Habits: Twirls daggers,plays with braid,

Likes: Respect,

Dislikes: Ignorance,

Allergies: Chocolate

Combat: claw-to-claw, twin daggers

Tropes: Trans Tribulations, Archnemesis Dad,

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 125 lbs.

Hair Color: White

Hairstyle: Single braid down her back

Fur Color: Dark Grey

Eye Color: Orange

Voiceclaim: Elizabeth Hurley

Faceclaim: Nicole Beharis

The realm she hails from is a wild and wondrous world inhabited by beast-folk—sentient peoples whose forms reflect the traits of animals both real and mythical. From the soaring hawk-wings of the skyborne Avarii to the antler-crowned Cervyn of the deep forests, each nation is shaped by the unique gifts, cultures, and instincts of its kin. Aquatic Nymari govern the oceanic cities with flowing grace, while the broad-backed Ursakar keep watch over the mountain passes, slow to anger but unmatched in strength.

Though diverse in form and temperament, the beast-folk share ancient pacts and tangled histories. The realm is governed by a central monarchy, guided by a council made up of envoys from each nation. For generations, Kastrel’s family has held the crown—respected not only for their lineage but for their enduring ability to foster unity across the realm's many peoples.

Their world thrives on arcane technology, powered by naturally growing crystals saturated with magic. These crystals are at the heart of society—fueling ships that fly, suits that enhance physical prowess, weapons bound to elemental forces, and tools that blur the line between spellwork and craft. This fusion of magic and invention has elevated the realm, but it also binds its fate to the careful balance of nature and power.

Resembling the form of traditional Chinese ring daggers, each of her blades features a seven-inch handle, wrapped tightly in light brown leather for a secure grip. The twelve-inch blades are sleek and deadly, usually sheathed at her lower back, ready for swift action.

Her attire may appear minimal at first glance—a fitted ensemble of black cloth sewn into a seamless shirt and pants—but it is far from ordinary. Woven into the fabric are threads of Naris Crystal, a rare and arcane-infused mineral that powers much of her realm’s civilization. Harvested from deep crystal veins that pulse with ancient magic, Naris Crystals are the lifeblood of modern industry, warfare, and daily life. From airships and weaponry to healing implements and energy suits, their crystalline structure naturally channels, stores, and amplifies magical energy.

In clothing, Naris fibers serve as both armor and conduit. The crystalline threads woven through her garments grant a remarkable resistance to physical trauma—absorbing kinetic force from blows, falls, or strikes, and storing that energy within the crystalline lattice. When channeled by the wearer’s will, the stored energy can be redirected outward in powerful bursts—whether through enhanced strikes, momentary speed, or protective force.

Clothing like this is a symbol of prestige and practicality—a seamless union of elegance and function, and a testament to the craftsmanship of her people, who have long blended magic and material with unmatched precision.

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Kastrel was born into the ruling clan of Kasari, the eldest child of High Admiral Newrn and Matron Kitara. As the firstborn of five siblings, the weight of legacy was placed on her shoulders from the start. Raised in the traditions of the Quietpaw line—a revered warrior caste within the Catrellian people—Kastrel was trained in diplomacy, combat, and command, expected to one day follow in her father's footsteps.

At the age of fourteen, Kastrel came of age and cast aside the male identity she had worn since birth. In a deeply ceremonial moment, she revealed her true self, shedding the guise she had been expected to wear and claiming her identity with quiet resolve. Her mother stood firmly by her, confronting her father and demanding that he honor their daughter for who she truly was.

Though Newrn publicly acknowledged Kastrel’s transition, something within him never fully reconciled. Pride and tradition clouded his judgment. Despite her fierce dedication, he overlooked her achievements, favoring her younger brother as heir to the Kasari name. In his eyes, Kastrel’s refusal to conform to her assigned role was a sign of weakness—not strength. It was not her skill that was questioned, but her identity.

Determined to prove her worth beyond the narrow scope of her father’s expectations, Kastrel joined the Catrellian Navy. She rose through the ranks with unshakable determination—fearless in battle, steadfast in loyalty, and admired by those who served under her. Yet her successes were met with cold silence from her father, who still denied her the recognition she had earned.

Unable to endure his scorn or remain tethered to a home that refused to see her for who she truly was, Kastrel took command of her vessel and charted a course far beyond the reaches of Kasari space. Driven by a hunger for purpose and discovery, she ventured into the uncharted stars, seeking not only new worlds—but the freedom to shape her own legacy.

To some, her journey was a defiant exile. To others, it was the beginning of a legend.