Sahsha Meskheli
Fighter
Sahsha Meskheli
Species
Human
Appearance
A lithe young woman with pale ivory skin, warm freckles scattered over her nose and shoulders, and dark brown eyes flecked with gold. Her uneven jaw-length hair looks self-cut, with one stubborn lock always falling across her brow. She moves on the balls of her feet as if every room has a concealed exit, keeping her left shoulder slightly angled away from danger. Her forearms are lightly muscled and marked by fine pale lines from years of rope work, whetstone dust, and cheap bucklers. Her hands are broad-palmed and callused, but she keeps her fingernails meticulously clean. The unexpected softness is in her smile: when relaxed, she looks almost mischievous and younger than she is, despite the wary stillness that usually surrounds her.
“Clear and low, with a slight breathiness on sibilant sounds. She speaks quickly when describing logistics and slowly when making a threat.”
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Distinguishing Features
A crooked, impish smile that appears at inappropriate moments.
A faded blue armband worn beneath her half-cloak, repaired with red thread.
Callused palms and unusually clean, carefully trimmed fingernails.
A habit of standing slightly sideways, as if already preparing to slip through a doorway.
Three copper bangles that make a very faint clicking sound whenever she draws her sword.
Voice
“A low, clear contralto with a soft breathiness and a faint Caucasus inflection. Her consonants are careful and sibilant, especially when she is angry. She sounds gentler than her words when issuing orders.”
Clothing
A practical chain shirt with the sleeves cut away below the biceps, a rust-red sash, a split-front skirt over fitted charcoal trousers, copper bangles, and a faded blue armband belonging to her missing brother. A weathered charcoal half-cloak hangs from one shoulder. Her boots are patched at the toes and fitted with extra leather around the ankles for quiet movement.
Body Language
Balanced on the balls of her feet, with one shoulder angled toward the nearest exit. She keeps her hands visible in tense conversations, but her thumb repeatedly rubs the edge of her shield strap. When amused, she tilts her head and lifts one eyebrow. When angry, she becomes almost motionless.
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