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Former Mercenary Captain

Tarek

0·Male·Medium
Lawful Neutral, with fiercely protective instincts that sometimes push him toward mercy

Species

Tiefling

Appearance

Tarek is a broad-shouldered tiefling with a weathered face, blunt black horns, and a tail marked by old knife scars. His skin has the deep red-brown color of cooled brick dust, but a pale seam runs from his left temple to his jaw where a battlefield curse once split the flesh without killing him. He moves with economical precision, never wasting a step, and turns his whole body before looking behind him. His hands are callused and permanently stained orange from forge scale and lamp oil. The unexpected softness is in his expression when he thinks no one is watching. He hums lullabies while inspecting fortifications, even after nights spent expecting an attack.

Height6 feet 2 inches
BuildCompact and powerful, with the dense musculature of someone trained to hold a shield wall rather than chase enemies
EyesSmoky amber with narrow pupils, turning nearly silver when he uses thaumaturgy
HairCharcoal black, cut close on the sides and tied into a short, uneven knot at the nape
SkinDeep red-brown, like brick dust darkened by rain, with faint soot-gray freckles across the shoulders

Low, clipped, and controlled. He speaks as if every sentence must fit into the time between two incoming arrows.”

Ability Scores

STR
14+2
DEX
12+1
CON
15+2
INT
10+0
WIS
13+1
CHA
14+2

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilLawful Neutral, with fiercely protective instincts that sometimes push him toward mercy

Distinguishing Features

A pale curse scar splits the left side of his face and continues across his palm

His tail has a brass ring near the tip bearing the mark of the Red Kettle Company

One horn is chipped flat at the end and carefully polished smooth

His armor plates carry the names of refugee families instead of military insignia

He smells faintly of lamp oil, iron filings, and bitter mint

Voice

A low rasp with a dry warmth beneath it, like stones shifting around a banked fire.

Clothing

A patched dark-red gambeson beneath a coat of overlapping iron plates, each plate stamped with a different refugee family's mark. He wears a gray scarf wound around his throat, reinforced boots, a battered commander's belt, and a single white glove on his left hand to cover the curse scar that reaches into his palm.

Body Language

He stands with his feet angled toward the nearest defensible position and keeps one hand near his mace. When relaxed, he rolls a brass gate key across his knuckles. When angry, he becomes almost perfectly still. He rarely points at people, but points constantly at walls, roofs, roads, and sightlines.

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