Oris Pell
Sorcerer
Oris Pell
Species
Human
Appearance
Oris appears to be a young woman of about nineteen, despite being a middle-aged man whose true face is hidden beneath a persistent magical role. Her long coral-brown hair is gathered in a high ponytail by a large white bow, which remains unnaturally crisp even after rain, smoke, or combat. Her emerald eyes often focus on empty space just beyond the battlefield, as though invisible spectators are standing there. Her expressions change with startling precision: comic surprise, suspenseful alarm, wounded silence, then a perfectly timed tear. She moves with a springy, rehearsed lightness, turning her shoulders toward whoever is most important in the moment. The contradictory detail is that her youthful appearance is paired with the tired hands, careful posture, and faintly stooped patience of someone who has spent decades carrying other people's expectations.
“Her voice is bright, articulate, and youthful when performing the student role, but its rhythm occasionally drops into the low, measured cadence of the middle-aged man beneath it. She speaks with polished diction, sudden pauses, and carefully timed emotional emphasis.”
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Distinguishing Features
An enormous white bow that remains perfectly clean and motionless for one heartbeat before fluttering dramatically.
Eyes that repeatedly focus a few inches to the side of whoever is speaking, as if tracking invisible audience members.
Pink-tipped shoes that never collect dust, mud, ash, or blood.
Expressions that shift with suspiciously perfect timing, often matching the emotional needs of the scene rather than the facts.
A mature, weathered steadiness in her hands and posture that contradicts her youthful face.
Voice
“A clear, animated alto with practiced theatrical timing, occasionally interrupted by a lower, older resonance that sounds like the person Oris used to be”
Clothing
A neatly pressed navy school jacket, pale shirt, narrow ribbon tie, pleated skirt, black thigh-high socks, and pink-tipped shoes that never gather dust. The uniform is immaculate from a distance, but its cuffs have been invisibly restitched many times. Her white bow is overlarge, carefully laundered, and the only item she refuses to let anyone else touch. A brass name badge reads Oris Pell, though the letters sometimes rearrange themselves into Ors Pelion when no one is looking.
Body Language
Oris keeps one foot angled toward the nearest exit while presenting her face to the most emotionally important person. She gestures broadly when performing confidence, then folds both hands around her ruler when speaking honestly. In quiet moments, she touches the knot of her white bow as if checking whether she is still herself.
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