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15
LVL

Druid

Brast Qadir

Level 15·Male·Medium
Compassionate, wary of institutions, and fiercely protective of the vulnerable

Species

Qumon, the Fractureborn

Appearance

Brast is a tall, long-limbed man whose deep blue skin is stippled with tiny silver flecks, like a night sky seen through river mist. He moves with a careful, gliding gait, placing each foot as though testing ice. Two ridged horns sweep back from his temples, polished smooth where he rubs them when distressed; a narrow tail curls around his calf when crowds press close. His beard is meticulously braided with dried seed heads, yet his sleeves are always muddy. He smells unmistakably of crushed mint, damp wool, and the iron tang of rain. His resting expression looks severe, but he has the incongruous habit of beaming at beetles.

Height6 feet 5 inches
BuildTall and spare, with a rope-strong back, long hands, and the sturdy legs of someone accustomed to walking beside wagons for days
EyesPale amber with dark radial flecks
HairBlack, worn in a close braid at the nape; his beard is longer and threaded with pale seed heads
SkinDeep blue with fine silver flecks, like a star field veiled by river mist

Low, measured, and clear. He leaves long pauses before answering personal questions, as though checking whether the feeling in the room belongs to him.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilCompassionate, wary of institutions, and fiercely protective of the vulnerable

Distinguishing Features

Blue galaxy-like skin with fine silver flecks that catch lantern light.

Backward-swept ridged horns, polished smooth from habitual rubbing.

A narrow, expressive tail that coils around his leg when he is distressed.

Meticulously braided beard threaded with dried seed heads.

The noticeable scent of crushed mint, damp wool, and rain.

Voice

A soft, low baritone with a careful cadence; when overloaded, his words become clipped and he unconsciously echoes the emotional rhythm of whoever is speaking.

Clothing

Layered indigo travel robes beneath a patched, weatherproof brown cloak; a broad sash holds seed packets, salves, and a folded map. His cuffs are mud-stained, but his beard braids are carefully maintained.

Body Language

His tail coils around his ankle when he is trying to stay composed. He rubs the smooth ridges of one horn when emotions swell, and turns his shoulders sideways to make himself seem less imposing. When calm, he crouches to speak at a child's height.

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