Kallisto Gosteli

Son of János Gosteli, Baron of Bicezka, "Basha Bek"


Sirag “Qazo” Janoshvilli Qozteluri (am: Kallisto Gosteli)
Age: 22
Ethnicity: Svalek
House: Gosteli

“You would dare speak to your own kinsman like that? I am a Haalrav! It is my blood right to be here.”
- in definance to the Zakra [Wolf-Spirit] of Vrej Haalrav

“You make roses turn green.”
- #siragswoons

“I hate them!”
- in reference to the riverlanders

Born of János Qozteluri and Katavan Vashirishvilli, Kallisto displays classic Svalek features. He stands 6’ tall with a slim, muscular build, light skin, and dark eyes. He has shoulder length black hair and an short beard, which (on a good day) is expertly groomed.

Kallisto is a great storyteller, public speaker, precocious poet, smart general, and efficient leader. He portrays himself in a civilized manner, and is generally well-spoken and likable guy. He tries his best to seek the truth, remain honest and just, and look after his family (especially his Xyur-Jan). He is hard working and dedicated to creating his legacy. He longs to regain his connection to his ancestors after losing it when he was given ‘severance’.

Unfortunately, Kallisto grapples with his loss of his connection to his ancestors, his family’s official convertion to nylism, and the lies perpetuated by his father. He tends to lash out at others who think they are better than him, when he feels intimidated, or when he doesn’t get his way. Insecure and weak-willed, he seeks validation in the admiration of the opposite sex, which he often receives due to his charming nature. Due to his devoutly religious nature (can we consider Myra a religion at this point?), he tends to lead women on. Kallisto buries himself in work as a means to escape from his troubled past and (hopefully) to build a more certain future.

To cope with such a hot temperment, he seeks comfort in the only real family he’s ever known, his sister. To him she is everthing and he showers her with adoration. She represents the protection and the connection to the ancestors given by a mother he never had. She provides a friendship that carries the innocence of youth and the devotion of family. She is one of the few members of his house left alive after the massacre of Aarau. Likely due to his naivety, her trauma of sexual abuse, and a mutual desire for safe and intimate physical contact, they found each other as companions as well.

While she is certainly very attracted to her ‘Qazo’ and cares for him deeply as family, it is unclear whether or not she is in love with him. Kallisto on the other hand, is madly in love with her, seeing her (in addition to everything above) as the epitome of beauty, class, wit, and spirit. He laments that he cannot be with her, or even profess his love (out of fear that he would lose her). He clings to the hope that she would feel the same way if somehow the circumstances would allow it, and he toils tirelessly to achieve that.

Kallisto dares not think of a life without her; she may just hold the key to his eternal salvation and the protection of his ancestors. Without her by his side and knowledge of the old ways, he fears his soul will drift off into the cosmos. His fate but a thread, on the fringe of a tapestry. A thread befitting a meal for moths…


Dars-i-Xwarofran (Vision of the Sunset/West)

All I’ve seen for days behind and days forth,
blue sky and west earth,
to the land of grey; black and white,
where the sun dies and the moon bright.

Come ho to the land of the dying eye,
where the soul finds beyond what lies,
which shrouded hides its true might,
and the will of the brave bestow its slight.

The mountain high, capped in ice,
‘neath sheer falls it pools with life,
where body drains in wane and strife,
where the sun dies and the moon bright.

So seek the slopes of gold,
that glitter in the evening glow,
for to be seen before they go,
is the last thing they’ll ever know.

Kallisto Gosteli

From Amanne AlbyFrechette