kafka

A member of the Stellaron Hunters, who is : calm, collected, and beautiful. Her record on the wanted list of the Interastral Peace Corportation only lists her name and her hobby. People have always imagined her to be elegant, respectable, and in pursuit of things of beauty even in combat.portrayed by grimmying

headcanons

  • cold-blooded. to the fated and lucky few who come into physical contact with her, one would find that her skin is cold to the touch; almost freezing.

  • night owl. night is always her peak hours. day time draws too many unwanted eyes for her line of work.

  • hopeless romantic her passion for the arts have fancied herself an interest in romance. but destiny leads her elsewhere.

  • dexterous. possesses a proclivity for hobbies involving her fingers. "playing the violin and firing a gun both require flexible fingers, but bullets are more obedient."

  • violinist. a connoisseur of the arts. she frequents orchestras and opera showings in between scripts.

  • mindful. to her, the destiny of this universe is already set-in-stone; so she finds the beauties of life in the little things.

  • awful bedhead. (you wouldn't dare say this to her face.)

basics

 NAME.. . . . . . . . . . kafka
 ORIGIN.. . . . . . .  pteruges-v
 AGE.. . . . . .. . . . . . 29
 PATH.. . . . . . . .  nihility
 BIRTHDAY.. . . . . august 31st
 GENDER.. . . . . . .  she / her
 ORIENTATION.  bisexual (female lean)
 AFFILIATION.. . . . . . stellaron hunters
 TYPE.. . . . . . . lightning

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"There's a planet I go to every summer to look at the sea. That's when the tides are fiercest — you have to stand far away on the shore. Then, one year, they constructed a long observation pier. I haven't been back since."

personality

 MBTI.. . . . . . . . . . ,  intj
 ENNEAGRAM.  7w8
 ALIGNMENT.. . . ,  lawful neutral
 STRENGTHS.. . . . cunning, dependable, assertive, mindful
 WEAKNESSES.. .  austere, callous, selfless, stubborn
 DESCRIPTION. . .  she is often depicted as an enigmatic force of nature. her mystery shrouds her true nature, and her legend has cemented fear into those she opposes. despite this, colleagues of hers would have a drastically different opinion of her than what her 'wanted' biography states.

appearance

 HEIGHT.. . . . . .  5'7 / 170.18 cm
 HAIR.. . . . . . . . . wine-red
 EYES.. . . . . . . . . deep lilac
 BODY TYPE.  slender physique
 OTHER.. . . . . . . she wears a white dress shirt that exposes the top of her back and shoulders along with a black jacket that is draped over her shoulders. there's a silver butterfly pin on its left lapel, and on the back there is a large, spider-like pattern in the center, along with webs on both shoulders and a burgundy inside. there are also wine-colored straps with golden accents on both her jacket and thighs, and gloves of a similar shade.

history

"Kafka, female human. Hails from New Babylon of Pteruges-V. Core member of the Stellaron Hunters, the next-in-command of 'Destiny's Slave.' Responsible for the following infractions: The Pier Point Incursion, two counts; The Pier Point Heist; The Trovys Disappearance; The Stellaron events of Jemorse, Bayjhana, Shilla-39C, Ulmora, 7-Midville, Loar-51, and Dro'a; Cyber attacks against Pier Point, four counts; Cyber attacks against Planet Screwllum; Cyber attacks against Herta Space Station; The Jepella Rebellion. Suspected to be related to the following infractions: The Stellaron events of Sich-Lala, Inupeis, Oun-G7, Zukov, Lidovia, Illily, Attouine, Buhayama. Wanted Level: Highest. Dead or alive."
- Wanted Order by the Interastral Peace Corporation"...This woman's name is Kafka, a new Hunter without any information on file, and belongs to no particular organization. She has an ability called Spirit Whisper that allows her to hypnotically manipulate others through language. Recently, she has appeared in Riverland, New Babylon. She was seen communicating with its overchief, Shilde, and absconded with him in witness of 143 people. She then made an appearance at a clothing store and stole a black jacket, two white shirts, and a red dress with 6 witnesses. After that, she was seen by 28 people at an old music record store where she purchased nothing. Before she emerged at the Riverland Guard Station to claim her rewards, she was spotted at the central park with 2695 citizens present. We want Kafka's head, as her lethal crimes cannot go unpunished."
— Wanted Order by the Pteruges-V Devils"...Due to the investigation's needs, the suspect's basic information is published as follows: Suspect Kafka (Wanted Serial No.: L933012000020002010004), female, outworld individual, age unknown; height about 170 centimeters, average body size. She had been spotted draped with a black jacket and wearing a white collared shirt inside, a pair of tight-fitting dark shorts, purple pantyhose, and a pair of sunglasses on her head.
The suspect has been reported to be connected to multiple non-natural disasters occurring on the Luofu in the recent past. She is currently at large, and is now publicly wanted on the Luofu. Any department and unit who detected said suspect are encouraged to contact the local Cloud Knights. At the same time, we encourage the suspect to turn herself in and to not take any chances."
— Luofu Wanted Order (revoked)
 nessun dorma. 

WRITING SAMPLE

Inside an art gallery on a planet dazzled amidst a sea of stars resided a woman exiting the hallway corridor that leads to the main venue. She could be seen adjusting her gloves and touching up the rest of her ensemble. Thankfully for her, there was only one other guest in attendance and their attention was otherwise occupied. After correcting her appearance, the enigmatic woman would situate herself beside the guest admiring one of the many sculptures in the unusually quiet gallery. The guest, slouched over due to bad posture from his old age lifted his gaze towards the woman and offered a gentle smile. "I've always admired this piece. The way the statue's arms are raised in such a manner ... Really encapsulates human ambition. It shows us how the wills of our minds will always transcend the constraints of our bodies and achieve wonders." Spoke the old man before returning his attention ahead once more.The woman stood silent, not turning her eyes off the sculpture in front of her and instead lifting her hand to her chin in quiet thought before responding to his assessment. "Hmm. Now that's an interesting take. If only it were that simple, though." Responded the woman, signaling her disposition to the old man's interpretation. The man's eyebrows fixated in a mildly displeased expression at her protest before continuing. "Well of course it's that simple. The first step towards acquiescing any ideal starts with our minds. Through that, anything is possible." He reiterated, hoping to share his wisdom with the stranger.Lowering her hand from her chin and resituating it at her hip, the female stranger responded with a soft pitch that eventually grew as she weaved deeper and deeper into her point of contention. "That may be the case. But you'd have to ignore a couple of things to believe that. You'd have to ignore the powers that loom just over our heads that spare our existences on a whim. And above them there's the real weavers of the universe, y'know, the one's who's mere presence would crush that 'human ambition' in an instant." She chuckled, not even needing to turn her gaze to see the discerned expression on the old man listening to her words. "And then ... hanging above us all; is that invisible string of destiny, marching us towards it's predetermined plan."As the crescendo of clashing ideals came to a head, the old man let out a defeated sigh. Not agreeing with the mysterious figure beside him, but instead resigning such a philosophical topic for a more receptive set of ears. "I'm curious then, why did you even approach this statue in the first place if you were so against it's message?" The woman stood silent, allowing several seconds of tension to accumulate before cleaving through it with a surprisingly simple answer despite her recent erudite tangent. "It reminded me of someone I used to know, that's all."The man sighed once more, yet this time with a hinge of relief: knowing that he was dealing with a human after all despite her heartless worldview. "Well ... I hope you get to see them again soon." Were his final words before beginning to make his departure down the corridor that the peculiar woman had entered from.But as he turned the corner, his once calm eyes were shocked wide with horror as he viewed a hallway littered with slain bodies of security and intergalactic law enforcement officials alike. And at the end of the heinous carnage was a now empty display case, void of this entire museum's most precious relic. Immediately knowing who was responsible, his attention shot back into the gallery towards the sculpture where he had just shared a conversation with the culprit only to find her gone without a trace.Situations like these were normal, for the path that destiny had laid out for her was one soaked in bloodshed. Despite being cursed to a future bathed in death, she still found peace in the interim. Like conversations with a stranger.