Thallia Ouss-Sphaer
Paladin 15, Fighter 5, Oath of the Crown, Battle Master
Thallia Ouss-Sphaer
Species
Silver Dragonborn
Appearance
Thallia is a towering silver dragonborn woman whose polished platinum scales reflect torchlight like frozen water. Her sapphire eyes are sharp enough to make a crowded courtroom feel empty, yet the left one occasionally clouds with pale frost from an old wound. She moves with measured military precision, each step quiet despite her massive armor. Her hands are broad and scarred beneath immaculate gauntlets, while her voice carries the calm certainty of a verdict already written. The unexpected softness is in her face when she is exhausted, a faint, almost maternal warmth that vanishes the instant anyone notices it.
“Formal, deliberate, and low, with the clipped resonance of commands spoken across a windy battlement. Her Draconic carries a deep rolling undertone, while her Common has the careful cadence of a legal proclamation.”
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Distinguishing Features
A hairline scar runs from her right horn to the corner of her mouth.
Her left sapphire eye is clouded by a permanent white ring from the Shardfall Pass avalanche.
The meteoric iron in her crown hums faintly near active leyline disturbances.
A small strip of red cloth is tied beneath her left pauldron, taken from her brother's final uniform.
Her breath fogs the air even in heated rooms when she is angry.
Voice
“A resonant contralto with a metallic edge, as though every sentence has been tempered in a forge and cooled beneath winter stars.”
Clothing
Impeccably polished platinum-scaled plate over a dark blue under-tunic, a sweeping mantle of white frost-wyrm silk, heavy quartz and meteoric iron crown, silver signet chains, and a ceremonial sash bearing the beacon marks of the Argent Heights.
Body Language
Thallia stands perfectly upright even when injured. She rests both hands over the pommel of her greatsword while listening, angles her crown toward speakers she respects, and taps one armored finger against her gauntlet when someone evades a direct answer. In private grief, she removes one glove and presses her bare palm against cold stone.
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