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Dockside Scrapper

Braska

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Chaotic good, with a practical streak that often looks amoral from a distance

Species

Human

Appearance

Braska is a compact, weather-beaten dockside fighter with the restless balance of someone who expects every floor to pitch beneath them. Their skin is marked by old salt burns, rope abrasions, and a puckered scar running from the left collarbone toward the ribs, where Ajax's thunder-laced dagger nearly opened them to the heart. They move quickly but never smoothly, all abrupt pivots, shoulder feints, and sudden crouches. Their smile is broad, gap-toothed, and disarmingly warm, while their eyes remain watchful enough to count exits during a joke. The unexpected contradiction is their hands: scarred, strong, and permanently blackened at the nails from salvage work, yet capable of delicate corpse preparation and remarkably gentle care when handling injured animals or children.

Height5 feet 4 inches
BuildShort, dense, and rope-muscular, with broad shoulders, powerful forearms, and the slightly hunched posture of a lifelong cargo hauler
EyesAmber-brown with a pale gray ring around the right iris
HairDark brown, shaved close at the sides and worn in a long, uneven braid threaded with copper wire and tiny fish bones
SkinWarm brown skin weathered by sun, salt, and wind, with reddish scar tissue across the left ribs and scattered pale rope burns on both forearms

Fast, dry, and vividly descriptive in ordinary situations, with a sudden shift into slow, respectful precision when discussing the dead. Braska's humor is often self-deprecating, but their insults are inventive and usually aimed upward at the powerful.”

Ability Scores

STR
12+1
DEX
14+2
CON
13+1
INT
10+0
WIS
12+1
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilChaotic good, with a practical streak that often looks amoral from a distance

Distinguishing Features

A jagged scar from the left collarbone to the ribs caused by Ajax's thunder-laced dagger.

The little finger of the left hand bends permanently inward from an improperly healed break.

A brass tooth sewn into the right shoulder of their coat, supposedly for luck.

A faint tremor in the left arm that appears during storms or near charged magical objects.

A smile that seems friendly until one notices Braska is studying everyone's hands.

Voice

A low, husky contralto roughened by smoke, salt air, and too many nights shouting over waves. When amused, their voice becomes unexpectedly musical. When furious, it goes nearly silent.

Clothing

A patched ochre dock coat with one sleeve cut short for easier movement, a sea-green waist sash, loose charcoal trousers tucked into cracked leather boots, and a faded red scarf used alternately as a bandage, gag, or theatrical prop. The coat lining is stitched with dozens of tiny pockets.

Body Language

Braska leans toward people when listening but keeps one foot angled toward the nearest exit. Their injured side stiffens when thunder cracks or enchanted metal is drawn. They tap two fingers against their thigh when lying, rub their thumb over their knuckles when angry, and squat rather than kneel whenever inspecting a body or object.

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