Nim Peryn
Commoner
Nim Peryn
Species
Gnome
Appearance
Nim Peryn is a small, brightly animated gnome woman with copper-brown skin dusted by a permanent constellation of freckles across her nose and knuckles. Her movements are quick but never quite direct. She leans, pivots, ducks, and changes direction as though following music nobody else can hear. Her smile reveals two slightly oversized front teeth and a narrow gap between her lower incisors, which make her laugh look perpetually conspiratorial. She has a habit of inhaling through her teeth when excited, producing a faint kettle-like whistle. The contradiction is striking: she dresses in explosive carnival colors, yet becomes utterly still and quiet when listening to someone in pain.
“Fast, musical, and brightly inflected, with sudden pauses that make her punchlines land half a heartbeat late. Her accent carries a softened Welsh lilt mixed with clipped market Arabic vowels.”
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Distinguishing Features
A tiny whistle escapes through her teeth whenever she inhales sharply.
Her lower front teeth are slightly crowded, making her grin look mischievous even when she is being sincere.
The fingertips of her left hand are stained turquoise from a pigment she cannot remove.
A brass beetle pin on her collar clicks its legs when she walks, though no one has seen her wind it.
She smells faintly of citrus oil, hot metal, and sugared almonds.
Voice
“A bright contralto with a rough edge from years of inhaling dust and metal filings, usually ending sentences on an upward, teasing note”
Clothing
A saffron-yellow waistcoat over a teal linen blouse, striped vermilion trousers tucked into soft leather boots, and a short plum-colored work apron covered in paint flecks. Her belt holds mismatched tools in bright lacquered cases, each labeled in tiny Gnomish script.
Body Language
She balances on the balls of her feet, gestures with both hands, and frequently points with a screwdriver instead of a finger. When rattled, her shoulders rise toward her ears and her breath catches in three tiny whistles. When truly frightened, all motion leaves her and she folds her hands over her stomach like a child trying not to be sick.
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