Dima
Smith and bowyer
Dima
Species
Human
Appearance
Dima has a compact, powerful frame and moves with the careful economy of someone used to carrying hot iron. Her work apron is patched in neat squares of different leather, but its brass buckles are polished bright. She smells unmistakably of charcoal, beeswax, and the sharp green scent of yew shavings, though she insists she has no idea why customers notice. Her hands are broad and blackened at the creases; when she stands still, she gently rocks on her heels as if listening for a hammer strike only she can hear. Unexpectedly, her smile is soft and almost shy, at odds with the hard, ringing authority of her workshop voice.
“A low, resonant voice with a dry rasp, like a file drawn across soft steel. Her words are deliberate, with the occasional forge metaphor delivered as if it were plain fact.”
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Distinguishing Features
A mirror-bright brass throat buckle on otherwise soot-stained work clothes.
A faint rocking motion when she is standing still, as if keeping time with an invisible hammer.
Soot darkens the creases of her palms, while her nails are trimmed with unusual care.
Voice
“Low and steady, with a dry rasp and a faint regional lilt. When she laughs, the sound is brief and surprisingly bright.”
Clothing
A smoke-brown leather apron patched with tidy squares, a soot-blue shirt with one sleeve rolled higher than the other, wool trousers, and heavy boots. A small brass buckle at her throat is polished to a mirror shine.
Body Language
When weighing a customer, she rolls a tiny iron washer over her knuckles. When angry, she sets it down very carefully and squares every tool on the counter.
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