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Old Hask

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Gunslinger

Old Hask

0·Male·Medium
Chaotic Good

Species

Human

Appearance

Old Hask looks like a weather-beaten scarecrow that learned table manners. His face is folded into deep laugh lines and sun-cracked creases, with a flattened nose, a silver tooth, and a thin scar that runs from the corner of his mouth to his left ear. His hands are broad, knotted, and surprisingly delicate in motion, moving with the soft precision of a cardsharp. He walks with a slight stoop until a duel begins, at which point his spine straightens and he seems to glide rather than step. His smile is warm enough to invite confidence, yet his pale eyes remain fixed and watchful. The unexpected contradiction is his immaculate fingernails, polished rose-pink and carefully shaped despite the rest of him looking permanently dust-covered.

Height5 feet 10 inches
BuildLean, wiry, and deceptively strong, with narrow shoulders, long forearms, and the compact balance of a dancer.
EyesPale hazel with a green ring around the pupils
HairThin white hair, slicked back with rose-scented pomade
SkinWeathered copper-brown, mottled by sunspots and old powder burns

Warm, leisurely, and lightly theatrical. Hask speaks as though every sentence is being delivered to the back row of an arena, but lowers his voice to a near whisper when saying something genuinely dangerous.”

Ability Scores

STR
12+1
DEX
15+2
CON
13+1
INT
12+1
WIS
14+2
CHA
15+2

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilChaotic Good

Distinguishing Features

A silver tooth engraved with a tiny eight-pointed star.

A scar from the left corner of his mouth to his ear.

Two antique pistols with ivory grips, one always unloaded and one usually loaded.

A red thread sewn through the crown of his hat.

A habit of polishing one fingernail with the edge of a spent cartridge.

Voice

A cracked baritone softened by laughter, with the faint rasp of a man who has shouted over crowds for half a century.

Clothing

A sun-faded burgundy waistcoat over a cream shirt, a charcoal duster patched with arena banners, cracked black boots, a broad hat held together by red thread, and two low-slung holsters. Every garment is dusty except his white gloves, which he wears only when making a promise.

Body Language

Hask leans toward people as though sharing a joke, rolls an unloaded cartridge across his knuckles, and keeps one thumb resting near his holster. During danger, he stops blinking and becomes almost perfectly still.

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