Maud Candlewick
Wizard
Maud Candlewick
Species
Human
Appearance
Maud Candlewick is a compact, sharp-featured woman whose movements are quick, precise, and slightly too quiet for someone who wears so many keys. Her skin has the warm brown tone of old cedar, with fine soot-dark lines gathered around her eyes as though smoke has settled there permanently. Her hair is a storm of iron-gray curls pinned beneath a crooked velvet cap, and several curls have been singed into permanent spirals. She has a missing left canine tooth, a burn scar shaped like a crescent moon across her right palm, and a habit of tilting her head as if listening to distant glass chimes. She smells of beeswax, rain-soaked wool, and faint lightning. Despite her severe, witchlike appearance, she has an unexpectedly gentle smile and keeps a pink silk ribbon tied around one wrist.
“Her voice is low, dry, and pleasantly raspy, like a match striking on rough stone. She speaks quickly when excited about an object and painfully slowly when warning someone.”
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Distinguishing Features
A crescent-shaped burn scar across her right palm.
A missing left canine tooth that shows when she smiles.
A pink silk ribbon tied around her wrist despite her otherwise severe attire.
A brass key embedded beneath the skin at the base of her neck, which cannot be removed without killing her.
Her shadow sometimes appears to hold a candle that she is not carrying.
Voice
“Low, dry, and rasping, with the crisp rhythm of someone reading terms from a contract. Her laughter is abrupt and surprisingly youthful.”
Clothing
A charcoal wool dress under a leather-fronted shopkeeper's apron, both patched with mismatched fabrics from old traveling costumes. She wears brass spectacles on a chain, fingerless gloves stained with wax, sturdy lace-up boots, and a faded pink ribbon around her left wrist. A belt of labeled vials hangs at her waist beside a ring of oversized keys.
Body Language
Maud stands with her shoulders slightly hunched, like someone protecting a secret beneath her ribs. She taps two fingers against her thumb when calculating a price, turns her whole body toward anyone who mentions a lost child, and becomes perfectly still when someone lies. In anger, she smiles warmly and starts arranging objects into unnervingly exact rows.
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