Rook Flue-Gasp
Rogue, Inquisitive
Rook Flue-Gasp
Species
Cinderclaw, Tunnel-Runner
Appearance
Rook Flue-Gasp is a small ash-grey cinderclaw with a long, narrow muzzle and bright amber eyes that seem to measure every hinge, hand, and hidden pocket in the room. His scales have a dry, powdery texture along the shoulders and a polished charcoal sheen across the knuckles, where he constantly rubs away soot. He moves in quick, economical bursts, then freezes with one heel raised and his weight balanced forward as though the floor might begin speaking. His unexpected softness is in his hands: despite his claws, he handles paper, glass, and frightened people with the delicacy of a bookbinder. Within a minute of meeting him, most people notice that he never sits squarely in a chair. He perches on the edge, facing the nearest exit, with his brass lens loupes already halfway to his eyes.
“A quick, dry, slightly rasping voice that rises at the end of technical explanations. He sounds as if he is always speaking over distant machinery, even in a silent room.”
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Distinguishing Features
His amber eyes widen noticeably whenever someone uses a phrase he recognizes from a cipher.
A small brass ring is threaded through the end of his tail, engraved with three obsolete dock symbols.
He wears one bright yellow sailcloth repair on his otherwise soot-black vest.
His claws are darkened with permanent ink at the tips from years of handling cipher sheets.
He often balances on one heel while waiting, as if listening through the floor.
Voice
“Fast, papery, and precise, with a faint whistle on sibilant sounds. When Rook is frightened, his voice becomes calmer and more courteous, which is how his closest allies know he is in serious danger.”
Clothing
He wears a patched black oilskin vest over a smoke-brown shirt, the vest hung with brass lens loupes, ink vials, cipher-wheels, red thread, and wax seals. One pocket is repaired with bright yellow sailcloth, an oddly cheerful patch he refuses to replace. His boots are soft-soled and mismatched, one reinforced for stone and one for metal grating.
Body Language
Rook leans toward whoever is speaking while keeping his feet angled toward an exit. His claws tap in prime-numbered sequences against his brass lens case. When angry, he becomes perfectly still except for the slow closing of one hand around a wax seal.
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