Kallisto "Oscio" Gosteli
Son of János Gosteli, Financial graduate from the University of Bressla
Born of János Gosteli, Kallisto looks the part. Standing 6’ tall, he displays classically defined Svalek features: slim, muscular build, light skin, and dark eyes (for which his mother gave him the nickname “Oscio”). He has shoulder length black hair and surprisingly masculine features for his young age. One distinguishing feature that Kallisto shared with his late brother, Piero, are purple flecks or streaks in his eyes. Some say this is the sign of one “born of fire”. The validity of this claim remains ambiguous.
- Grandson of Alfonso Gosteli
- Born in Huslau of Familia Gosteli year 1075 to Anna Vettin, the second wife of János.
- Nicknamed Oscio for his unique purple-streaked eyes
- Troubled as a youngster by horrifying nightmares, supposedly perpetrated by a demon which also (Allegedly) caused the death of his closest brother, Piero, indirectly
- Warded at age 12 to the Lusignan of Bressla
- Educated in finance at the University of Bressla
- Tutored in oud performance by Albert of Alsace
I was born September 22th, 1075, the third son of János Gosteli (after Bernardo Gosteli and Maria Gosteli) and the second son (after Piero Gosteli) of his second wife, Anna Vettin. My father always stressed the importance of education and I took a liking to mathematics, astronomy, and natural philosophy.
My grandfather Alfonso Gosteli was a great man. He taught me to treat others with respect and showed me the rewarding nature of the arts. He always spoke about the city of Bressla, a place where the only things more beautiful than the maidens were the songs sung about them. He taught me how to speak Bresslain and introduced me to my Bresslain music tutor and friend, Albert of Asace. He taught me how to play the oud and compose in the Bresslain style, write poetry and prose.
I was very fond of my closest brother Piero, I’d say he was my… mischievous counterpart. Although I was never as much a trickster as he, I tended to add clever twists of my own and could hold my ground in our “operations”. We would terrorize Maria and play practical jokes on Bernardo constantly. Once Piero suggested that we strap a rotten fish to the inside of Bernardo’s shield, we instead decided to obtain a live fish from the market for the job. His reaction was priceless.
Piero and I shared something else – our eyes. Our eyes were very dark (almost black) with subtle veins of bright purple in the iris. Although beautiful and mysterious, these features seemed to be connected to horrifying nightmares of raging inferno and chilling abyss.
Night after night I was troubled by these frightful visions of death, destruction, and loneliness.
Just before the Marshlander civil war, I was present at a family reunion in Huslau Major, and house Del Bove and Durazzo were the uninvited guests. They attacked my family, my uncle Uberto Gosteli was wounded, Peter and Isabelle Cannossa were tragically murdered along with many priests including Reginald Cannossa. In the ensuing confusion I experienced a very odd sense of déja vu. My surroundings were that of a previous dream. Terrified of this realization I ran to the nearby monastery that was on fire, remembering that Piero and Clara were trapped inside. I was scared to go in that building. The flames were so hot and bright, like a living nightmare. I pushed passed my fears. When I found my brother his clothes were on fire and he was badly burned. Clara was in the next room trapped under a smoldering ceiling beam. I threw off my cloak onto my brother to extinguish him the beam that Clara was underneath was too heavy and hot to move. I grabbed a board and shoved it under the beam as a lever. I don’t know how, but we all exited the house safely with the help of one of the preists there. I thank the divines that my sister is still alive today because of my efforts.
After that my father left to seek aid from the Vettin. They had the right to bear arms, and we didn’t have any military forces at the time. My father was a great military leader, and the Vettin trusted him…
“That night Maria Lugas-Cerratis visited privately with my father. I knew there would be some kind of negotiation and I knew it would unfortunately involve me. So I listened in. I was to be a ward. I knew my father didn’t have a choice, but that doesn’t make it any easier. My brother and closest friend had just died, but they could care less. If one good thing came out of this, I was able to choose to go to Bressla for the time I was to be warded.
I could go on and on about Bressla. It really is as beautiful a city as they say it is. I was warded to the Lusignan
Events to place: Piero’s death, Alfonso’s death,
Janos went to petzchau to ask for aid from the vettin, then to take lands back from del bove. Then shit happens in denzegk and lugus intervenes. Then shit calms down. After a bit Janos is called out by Franco del bove for war crimes, and bernardo kills him in a court duel.
Maria lugus ceratis however convicts Janos of made up war crimes and sends you off. Btw a better write up on the civil war will come at some pt