Hadria Kereselidze
Rogue, Striker Archetype
Hadria Kereselidze
Species
Human
Appearance
Hadria has the compact, weather-hardened look of someone built for sudden acceleration rather than endurance. His face is narrow, with a blunt nose, high cheekbones, and a small scar splitting the left eyebrow. His dark hair falls in loose, shoulder-brushing waves that he keeps tied with orange athletic tape, though shorter strands constantly escape around his ears. He moves with an unsettling economy, rarely wasting a step, and often seems to lean toward open space before anyone else notices it. His hands are callused and nicked from years of rough training. The unexpected contradiction is his smile: soft, almost shy, and completely at odds with the cold intensity that enters his eyes when he sees a scoring opportunity.
“Measured and low, with clipped sentences that become faster when he is excited. He speaks as though narrating a match only he can see.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin scar through his left eyebrow.
Orange athletic tape wrapped around both wrists, retied before every important conversation.
A habit of keeping his left shoe slightly looser than his right.
A faint mineral shimmer beneath the skin of his knuckles, caused by years spent around the settlement's strange blue ore.
A quiet smile that appears when everyone else begins to panic.
Voice
“A quiet, dry tenor with a highland cadence. His voice becomes warmer when speaking to exhausted players and almost toneless when describing someone's weakness.”
Clothing
A regulation blue training uniform altered with orange stitching along the inner seams, black compression shorts, worn white ankle guards, and indoor soccer shoes with mismatched laces. He keeps a faded wool cord around his neck beneath the collar, a keepsake from his mining town.
Body Language
Hadria stands slightly off-center from groups, as though leaving himself a lane to escape through. He rocks subtly from heel to toe when thinking, tracks moving people with his eyes before turning his head, and crouches whenever he becomes excited. In tense moments, he presses two fingers against the orange tape around his wrist.
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