Consol Septimus Primus
Fighter (Battle Master)
Consol Septimus Primus
Species
Mercian Human
Appearance
Plain, purposeful elegance. Septimus carries the quiet symmetry of a minted regent: hair carefully trimmed at the temples, a permanent crease between his brows from years studying reports, and shoulders that still remember armor. His skin creases around the eyes, not with mirth but with the exacting lines of someone who reads maps and accounts by lamplight. He moves with the economy of a soldier who wastes nothing; each step is a planned stride rather than a flourish. Unexpectedly, he always carries a battered travel satchel patched with a frontier hide scrap from Kinewentia and bits of seaweed dried and tucked into the lining, a reminder of the island capital he now rules.
“Measured, with the clipped cadence of a commander. He quotes maxims and often prefaces statements with a recorded note reference.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin pale scar along the left jaw from a trenching blade
A habit of carrying a small stylus and notebook in his inner coat
A faded frontier hide patch sewn inside his satchel
Voice
“Calm baritone; clipped and economical. When he grows passionate his voice tightens but he rarely raises it.”
Clothing
Plain, high-quality garments: a dark blue doublet with hidden reinforcement, a pragmatic dress coat trimmed with the Consolate sigil, a travel satchel of Kinewentian hide, and a heavy wool cloak for sea winds. His hands are fitted with a simple leather writing gauntlet on the left, scuffed from use.
Body Language
Measured and economical. He rarely gestures beyond what is necessary; when he does, it is to underline a single point. In moments of stress he rubs the tip of his thumb along the edge of his stylus.
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