Sella Nine-Lenses
Remorseful Eye
Sella Nine-Lenses
Species
Human with ocular crystal augmentation
Appearance
Sella is a compact, weathered woman whose presence feels less like a priest's and more like a lantern carried into a collapsed mine. Her face is broad and wind-chapped, with nine minute glassy lenses arranged in concentric arcs around each dark amber iris. The lenses catch movement before her head does, producing a faint clicking sound when they refocus. Her breathing is normally slow and almost inaudible, but when startled she inhales through her teeth in nine quick sips, one for each lens. She walks with the careful, rolling balance of someone crossing a ship's deck, even on solid ground. Her hands are soft and meticulously clean, while her fingernails are stained blue from battlefield antiseptic. The unexpected contradiction is that her eyes look unsettling and almost insectile, yet her smile is shy, warm, and unmistakably grandmotherly.
“Her normal voice is low, dry, and carefully paced, with the calm rhythm of someone reading instructions beside a burning building. When angered, her words become shorter and more formal.”
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Distinguishing Features
Nine tiny crystal lenses ring each amber iris and make a faint ticking sound as they refocus.
Her breathing changes into nine sharp sips whenever she is surprised or angry.
Her medical satchel is covered in white tally marks, each one representing a patient she treated.
She smells faintly of juniper antiseptic, wet stone, and lamp smoke.
She never steps over a fallen weapon. She moves it aside with her boot and murmurs an apology.
Voice
“A low contralto with a dry rasp, like a candle being pinched out. Her voice becomes unnervingly quick when she is frightened, then abruptly gentle when speaking to the injured.”
Clothing
A charcoal-gray medic's coat reinforced with stitched leather panels, a saffron scarf marked with the old Lantern Corps symbol, layered linen wraps, mud-resistant trousers, and soft-soled boots. Her coat is covered with tiny white tally marks recording people she has treated, not people she has killed.
Body Language
Sella keeps her shoulders slightly rounded and her hands folded over the clasp of her medical satchel. Her head turns in small increments as the ocular lenses track movement independently. When calm, she leans toward people as if listening through rain. When rattled, her breathing becomes rapid and segmented, her fingers repeatedly check the satchel clasp, and every lens snaps toward the loudest sound.
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