Toma Kharzug
Fighter
Toma Kharzug
Species
Dwarf
Appearance
Toma stands upright with the compact strength of someone who has hauled stone since childhood, though her limbs and torso are proportioned more like a short, broad human than a traditional long-bodied dwarf. She keeps her weight on the balls of her feet while waiting, as if the floor might suddenly tilt. Her face is open and almost gentle, with a square chin softened by full cheeks, a broad humanlike nose, and amber-brown eyes that seem too patient for her age. Her hands are heavily muscled, but her movements are careful and quiet, with none of the expected clatter of a laborer. The unexpected detail is her immaculate posture and delicate habit of smoothing wrinkles from her sleeves, even after a fight. She leaves people with the impression of a young mason trying very hard not to look frightened.
“Her voice is low, dry, and steady, with a slight rasp from quarry dust. She pronounces Dwarvish names carefully and speaks Common with blunt clarity.”
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Distinguishing Features
A short measuring plumb line hangs from her belt, its leather loop polished nearly black where her thumb constantly rubs it.
A pale crescent of quarry dust is permanently embedded in the creases of her palms despite frequent washing.
Her left boot has been resoled three times and makes a soft wooden click whenever she shifts her weight.
She wears a tiny copper bead braided into her hair, marking the first bridge she helped build.
She stands unnaturally straight for a quarry worker, as though correcting herself against an invisible wall.
Voice
“A low, practical contralto with a dusty rasp, usually quiet enough that people lean closer. Her laughter is sudden and bright, but she tries to hide it behind a cough.”
Clothing
A russet wool tunic tucked into dark brown work trousers, a cream linen undershirt, thick gray socks, and scuffed ankle boots reinforced with copper nails. She wears a patched leather apron when working, a plain iron belt buckle, and a faded blue scarf tied at the back of her neck. Her shield is practical rather than decorative, with old chalk marks from survey work along its rim.
Body Language
She waits with one foot slightly forward and her weight balanced on the front of both feet. When listening, she tilts her head toward the speaker but keeps her eyes on their hands. She rarely crosses her arms. Instead, she grips the worn leather loop of her measuring plumb line until the knuckles of one hand pale.
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