Tavik
Fighter
Tavik
Species
Human
Appearance
Tavik has the broad, settled presence of a man who has spent years carrying kegs and calming arguments. His skin is browned and faintly salt-rough from river fog, with pale creases at the wrists where his sleeves end. A brass flood gauge hangs on a cord against his chest, polished bright by his thumb except for one green-black patch where the metal rests against his shirt. He walks with a quiet, heel-first tread, yet his hands move with startling delicacy when setting down a glass. Guests often find his smile reassuring, until they notice he keeps glancing at the floorboards as if listening to the river through them.
“Low and steady, with a gentle river-town lilt; he speaks in short, practical sentences and grows unexpectedly formal when giving safety instructions..”
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Distinguishing Features
A brass flood gauge worn on a cord, rubbed bright by his thumb in one small crescent.
River-dried skin with pale sleeve lines and tiny white flecks of flour caught in his apron seams.
A habit of listening to floorboards during hard rain before answering a question.
Voice
“A low, smoke-soft voice that carries through a crowded room without becoming loud.”
Clothing
A russet wool shirt with rolled sleeves, a dark green waistcoat, a heavy apron with deep pockets, and river boots kept meticulously greased. A brass flood gauge hangs visibly at his chest.
Body Language
He angles his body toward the nearest exit without seeming to, rests one broad palm on the bar when listening, and rubs the polished patch of his flood gauge when someone mentions Oren.
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