Orin Vane
Scholar
Orin Vane
Species
Human
Appearance
Orin is a man whose skin resembles sun-bleached parchment, deeply creased by decades of study and the harsh reality of street life. His eyes are clouded over with thick, milky-white cataracts that suggest a total loss of vision, yet he never seems to fumble when reaching for his wooden bowl. His posture is slumped to fit the profile of a pathetic beggar, but when he thinks he is unobserved, he sits with a spine as straight as a spear. Despite his grime-streaked face and the dirt under his fingernails, his hands are remarkably steady and his long, spindly fingers move with a rhythmic, calculated precision as if he were still turning the pages of an invisible tome.
“His voice is a low, raspy whisper that carries surprisingly well. He speaks with an archaic, formal syntax and uses precise vocabulary even when begging for scraps.”
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Distinguishing Features
Milky-white blinded eyes
A faint, perfectly circular scar on his forehead from an imperial branding iron
Incredibly clean, smooth palms that contradict his dirty appearance
A jagged scar across his throat that he covers with a heavy rag
Voice
“A dry, rhythmic croak that sounds like dry leaves skittering across stone.”
Clothing
Layered, tattered monastic robes of a faded saffron color, held together by bits of twine and a heavy wool shawl stained with street soot.
Body Language
Orin remains perfectly still while listening, tilting his head at an angle that suggests he is tracking the movement of dust motes. He never points; he simply leans his body slightly toward the direction of interest.
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