Marek Drel

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MD
20
LVL

Wizard

Marek Drel

Level 20·Male·Medium
Neutral

Species

Human

Appearance

Marek Drel stands like a man who has spent too long beside open doors in winter. His movements are measured, economical, and slightly delayed, as if each gesture must pass through an unseen calculation before becoming real. His fingers are broad-knuckled and stained blue at the tips from powdered star-ice. A long scar crosses his throat, but his voice is perfectly clear. He is visibly aged, stooped, and soft around the middle, yet his hands move with the startling precision of a jeweler. The contradictory impression is that of a tired grandfather who could, at any moment, erase the room's far wall from existence.

Height5 feet 4 inches
BuildShort, heavyset, and stooped, with the dense forearms of someone who still hauls books and equipment himself
EyesWashed gray with a bright blue ring around each pupil
HairThin iron-gray hair, combed flat except for one stubborn tuft above his right ear
SkinWeathered tan with a ruddy nose, parchment-dry cheeks, and faint blue veins visible around his temples

His voice is low, dry, and deliberate, with the clipped rhythm of a man used to giving instructions during dangerous work. He pauses before names, as if checking whether the person is fully present.”

Ability Scores

STR
8-1
DEX
14+2
CON
14+2
INT
20+5
WIS
16+3
CHA
12+1

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral

Distinguishing Features

A pale scar across his throat that glows faintly whenever a planar creature is nearby

His left thumbnail is made of translucent ice and never melts

One of his shadows sometimes turns its head before he does

A brass ferry token is sewn into the inside of his coat and is older than his family line

His closest simulacrum is nearly indistinguishable from him except for a small, sorrowful smile

Voice

A dry baritone with a faint rasp, like pages turned in a cold room. His words are never rushed, and his rare laughter sounds surprised to have escaped.

Clothing

A patched charcoal wool coat lined with stitched diagrams of circles and gates. Under it he wears a brown work vest, soft linen shirt, reinforced trousers, and scuffed boots. His gloves are mismatched, one leather and one pale simulacrum-skin grown for magical sensitivity.

Body Language

He rests both hands on his staff and leans forward when listening. When preparing magic, his shoulders settle and his age seems to vanish from his posture. He rarely points at people, but he points constantly at exits.

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