Tamaris Qavtaradze
Cleric, Blood Domain custom subclass
Tamaris Qavtaradze
Species
Changeling
Appearance
In her natural form, she is a pale, pearlescent changeling with a long oval face, broad cheekbones, and skin that seems to hold the faint bluish sheen of wet river stone. Her body is narrow and supple, but she carries herself with the grounded balance of someone accustomed to ceremonial kneeling and sudden violence. Her natural hair grows in a dense white-brown fall that curls tightly at the roots and loosens toward the ends, usually braided with red thread. Her eyes are large, dark, and reflective, with no visible whites when she is frightened. She moves with unnerving stillness until she decides to act, then crosses a room in three quiet, economical steps. The unexpected contradiction is her smile: warm, crooked, and almost girlish, even when she is discussing murder, funerals, or the price of a life.
“Low, measured, and intimate, with a faint Caucasus-like cadence in her natural voice. She pronounces names carefully, as though placing them on a grave marker.”
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Distinguishing Features
She wears a small red thread around her left wrist and replaces it every morning, even when traveling under a disguise.
Her natural reflection appears a heartbeat later than her movements in polished metal, a harmless remnant of the ritual that helped fake her death.
She has unusually smooth fingertips, but the pads of her thumbs are stained permanently rose-red from years of handling ritual inks and blood reagents.
She smiles at funerals only when someone tells a true story about the deceased.
She keeps her head perfectly still while her eyes track movement around her.
Voice
“A low contralto with careful diction and a faintly musical cadence. When using another face, she can imitate pitch and accent, but her pauses remain unmistakably her own.”
Clothing
She wears a smoke-gray clerical coat over quilted leather and a high-collared linen shirt. The coat is carefully patched but obsessively clean. A narrow red sash holds vials, bandages, and a bone-handled sickle. She wears soft boots with soles wrapped in strips of old funeral cloth. Her holy symbol is a small iron disk punched through with seven holes, worn beneath her shirt.
Body Language
She keeps her elbows close to her ribs and her hands folded over her holy symbol, as if restraining them. When someone lies, her head tilts slightly and her thumb rubs the same place on her ring finger. In combat, she plants her left foot forward, lowers her chin, and becomes almost motionless between spells.
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