Nessa Vargan
Commoner
Nessa Vargan
Species
Human
Appearance
Nessa is a thin, limber young woman whose dancing gives the impression that her bones were made for music. She has pale skin dusted with freckles across her shoulders, collarbones, and the bridge of her nose. Her movements are quick but never hurried, with sudden stillness between gestures that makes the crowd lean toward her. She smiles as if she has just remembered a private joke, yet her hands remain carefully poised and watchful. The unexpected contradiction is that her graceful presence is paired with a practical, slightly crooked posture whenever she is not performing, as though the moment the music stops she becomes an ordinary tired laborer again. Within a minute of meeting her, people notice the small brass thimble she wears on a cord around her wrist and the soft intake of breath she makes before speaking, as if preparing to step onto a stage.
“Light, quick, and musical, with a faint river-district accent. Her voice rises at the end of playful remarks and becomes almost unnervingly calm when she is afraid.”
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Distinguishing Features
A brass tailor's thimble hangs from a red cord around her wrist, polished smooth on the inner rim by constant rubbing.
Her freckles form a dense crescent across both shoulders.
She can stand perfectly still for several seconds even in the middle of a turn.
She smells faintly of lamp oil, orange peel, and crushed mint.
Before speaking, she takes a soft audible breath through her nose.
Voice
“Bright and breathy, with a husky edge after long performances. Before speaking she makes a small nasal intake of breath, a habit that becomes sharper when she is frightened or lying.”
Clothing
She wears layered gauzy silks in saffron, coral, and deep teal. Her cropped halter top leaves her arms, upper chest, and midriff bare, while an extremely short slit skirt falls over fitted dance shorts for freedom of movement. A narrow sash carries small bells, though she removes most of them when traveling. Her worn brass thimble hangs from a red cord around her wrist, its inner rim polished bright by constant rubbing.
Body Language
During performances she keeps her elbows loose, her chin lifted, and her weight perpetually ready to shift. In conversation she leans close when listening, then retreats half a step before answering. Her left thumb repeatedly rubs the worn edge of the brass thimble on her wrist.
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