Tam Reeve
Bard
Tam Reeve
Species
Elf
Appearance
Tam Reeve is a narrow-shouldered moon elf with the weathered hands of a dockworker and the careful posture of a trained dancer. His face is long and expressive, with a flattened bridge to his nose, a small scar splitting his left eyebrow, and faint acid-pocked marks along his jaw that gleam pale when wet. His silver-black hair is braided with blue thread and pinned behind one pointed ear, though the braid has been singed short on one side. He moves with a musician's economy, fingers always measuring invisible rhythms against his thigh. His clothes smell of brine, lamp oil, and charred cedar. The unexpected thing about him is his smile, broad and boyish, appearing most readily when he is terrified.
“His voice is low, musical, and lightly rasped by smoke inhalation. He speaks Common with a Saltmere harbor cadence, placing unusual weight on verbs and softening names as if singing them.”
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Distinguishing Features
Acid-pocked scars along the left jaw and neck
A singed silver-black braid bound with blue thread
A brass warning bell worn at the throat
A cracked bagpipe chanter repaired with silver wire
A missing fingernail on the right index finger, lost beneath the Millstone beam
Voice
“A low reed-note voice, smoky at the edges, with a harbor singer's rough warmth and a precise, almost whispered intensity when danger is near.”
Clothing
A smoke-stained sea-green coat with patched elbows, a sleeveless linen shirt, dark wool trousers tucked into salt-crusted boots, and a red sash wrapped twice around his waist. His bagpipe drones are bound in black leather, while the chanter is repaired with silver wire. A small brass bell hangs from his collar as a warning signal in fires.
Body Language
Tam keeps his elbows close and his fingers busy. He taps complex rhythms against his wrist, tilts his head toward every distant sound, and leans forward when listening as if trying to catch a melody beneath the speaker's words. When angered, he becomes almost perfectly still, except for one thumb rubbing the scar in his eyebrow.
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