Tavian Reedwhisper
Rogue
Tavian Reedwhisper
Species
Wood Elf
Appearance
Tall and narrow as a river reed, with wet-looking dark green hair that hangs in deliberate strings over one shoulder and a face that seems carved from rain-soaked bark. His left ear bears a neat notch like a snapped leaf stem, and his fingers are ink-stained black at the tips from dye, alchemy, and years of counting dead things in ledgers. He moves with a soft, economical glide, but his gear is aggressively bright, with polished brass clasps and a cloak lined in sunflower yellow, a cheerful color that clashes beautifully with his grave, wary expression.
“Low, precise, and slightly raspy from cold canal nights, with a habit of pausing just before names and places he cares about.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin white scar across the bridge of his nose that looks like a stream of spilled milk
Ink-black fingertips from permanent canal dye and alchemical reagents
A sunflower-yellow scarf that never seems to rot, fade, or fray
One notched ear from a childhood knife fight on the docks
Voice
“Quiet baritone, careful and dry, with a faint canal accent and the habit of sounding kinder than his words actually are”
Clothing
A salt-darkened green traveling coat over a fitted brown leather vest, reed-fiber gloves with the fingertips cut away, soft boots wrapped in waxed cord, and a sunflower-yellow scarf that he claims is for morale and wears like a banner of defiance
Body Language
Still as a heron when observed, but always shifting weight from heel to toe when planning an exit. He tilts his head to hear better, keeps one hand near his belt knife, and smiles with only one side of his mouth when he is masking fear or anger.
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