Rikka Orkitz
Fighter
Rikka Orkitz
Species
Human
Appearance
A slim young human woman with fair peach-toned skin, soft cheeks, faint freckles scattered across her collarbones, and a narrow waist strengthened by years of hauling timber, paint, and armor. Amber dust has worked permanently into the creases of her palms, giving her hands a warm ochre stain that no scrubbing removes. Her large hazel-brown eyes are flecked with green and remain guarded even when her crooked, almost childlike smile opens wide. She moves with quiet economy, leaning subtly forward as though bracing against wind that no one else can feel. Her shoulders stay relaxed, her elbows close, and one hip angles protectively toward whoever seems most vulnerable. The unexpected contradiction is her smile: broad, sunny, and disarming, while the rest of her carries the watchfulness of someone expecting a door to burst inward.
“Her voice is low, clear, and slightly rough from years of road dust. She speaks in short practical sentences, often softening commands with a question.”
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Distinguishing Features
Amber dust permanently stains the creases of her palms and the undersides of her nails.
A broad, crooked smile appears at the wrong moments, including during tense negotiations.
She constantly checks a brass wrist buckle engraved with three tiny prongs.
Her dark brown jaw-length hair is gathered into uneven twists behind her ears.
She occupies the space directly between strangers and perceived danger without seeming to notice.
Voice
“Low, clear, and roughened by road dust, with a practical cadence that turns gentler when speaking to frightened people and unnervingly cheerful when warning bullies.”
Clothing
A practical chain shirt leaves her muscled arms bare beneath a mended charcoal linen half-cloak. A rust-red sash wraps twice around her waist, holding a fitted pair of dark trousers and a short split overskirt with pale repair stitches visible along the seams. Her boots are scuffed at the toes and reinforced with mismatched brass plates. A quiver, shortbow, small wooden shield, and weather-stained longsword complete the outfit.
Body Language
Rikka leans slightly forward when listening, as if physically meeting another person's fear halfway. Her shoulders remain loose, but her weight is always balanced over the balls of her feet. Within a minute of meeting someone, she usually checks the brass buckle at her wrist, presses her stained thumb against its underside, and glances toward the nearest exit. When crowded, she unconsciously makes room for everyone else while taking up the space directly between danger and the people she has chosen to protect.
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