Tomas Koyotl - AI-generated fantasy NPC

Tomas Koyotl

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LVL

Fighter

Tomas Koyotl

Level 1·Male·Medium
Neutral Good

Species

Human

Appearance

Tomas looks less like a warrior than a man who has been repeatedly mistaken for one by desperate circumstances. Dust has settled permanently into the creases around his mouth and eyes. His hands are broad, cracked, and webbed with old cuts, while his movements are quiet and measured, with each foot placed as though the ground might betray him. He wears a strip of blue tile around one wrist, polished smooth from years of rubbing it when anxious. His face is gaunt and tired, yet his smile is unexpectedly gentle and almost boyish. The contradiction is striking: he carries himself like a cornered animal but handles frightened children, injured strangers, and small birds with priestly patience.

Height5 feet 8 inches
BuildLean and corded, with the compact strength of a porter who has spent years climbing through wreckage. His left shoulder sits lower than his right from an old crush injury.
EyesDark brown with amber flecks, usually narrowed against dust and sunlight
HairBlack, cropped unevenly with a stone knife, threaded with premature gray
SkinSun-browned umber, roughened by dust, old burns, and constant exposure

His voice is low, dry, and slightly hoarse from dust inhalation. He speaks in short practical sentences, but when describing the old city his language becomes unexpectedly precise and poetic.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral Good

Distinguishing Features

A pale scar runs from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, making his neutral expression look faintly amused.

His fingernails are stained permanently blue from old tile glaze.

He has a missing upper canine and whistles softly through the gap when concentrating.

A small brass key is sewn beneath the skin of his forearm, hidden under scar tissue.

He smells faintly of wet clay, lamp oil, and crushed mint.

Voice

A worn baritone with a rasp at the edges, like gravel dragged across a clay bowl.

Clothing

A patched burlap shirt, ragged trousers tied with braided electrical wire, and a sleeveless coat made from stitched grain sacks. His feet are wrapped in layered cloth and leather scraps. A child's blue tile bracelet is his only clean possession.

Body Language

Tomas keeps his shoulders slightly hunched, as if expecting a ceiling to come down. He turns his head before his eyes, listens with his whole body, and rarely stands with both feet planted evenly. When relaxed, he rolls the blue tile around his wrist. When frightened, he becomes unnaturally still.

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