Silas Salty Vane
Retired Privateer (Commoner)
Silas Salty Vane
Species
Human
Appearance
Silas looks like a man carved from a piece of salt-bleached driftwood. His skin is deeply lined and dark from decades of sea glare, smelling faintly of cheap rum and stale brine. His most jarring feature is his left hand, which is replaced by a crude but functional prosthetic of soot-blackened iron that clanks heavily against the bar top. He has a rolling gait, as if the floor is always tilting at a ten-degree angle. Surprisingly, he keeps his remaining fingernails immaculately clean, a sharp contrast to his stained apron and the general grime of the port.
“Silas speaks in a booming, gravelly bass that sounds like stones being ground together. He peppers his speech with archaic nautical jargon and frequently stops to clear his throat with a sharp, wet cough.”
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Distinguishing Features
Articulated iron prosthetic left hand
Deep scar running from his left temple into his beard
Anchor tattoo on his right forearm with the name Elara crossed out
Voice
“Deep, raspy, and loud enough to penetrate the thickest tavern chatter.”
Clothing
A grease-stained linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark canvas trousers held by a rope belt, and a heavy leather apron with various pockets for bar tools and short-weights.
Body Language
Silas leans heavily on the bar with his iron hand, creating a steady 'thump' that underscores his words. He never makes eye contact when lying, instead focusing on cleaning a glass with a dirty rag.
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