Tovin Adey
Ranger
Tovin Adey
Species
High Elf
Appearance
A tall, spare high elf with the weathered look of someone who has spent too many years sleeping beneath trees. He moves with a slight forward lean, placing each foot heel first and then rolling silently onto the ball, as if every floor might give way. His hands are broad across the knuckles for an elf, permanently darkened by bow wax, soil, and iron filings. Fine pale freckles gather over his nose and shoulders like dust caught in spider silk. His expression is usually dry and watchful, yet when he laughs he throws his head back with the open, undignified delight of a tavern laborer. The contradiction is striking: his posture is disciplined and predatory, but his smile is warm, crooked, and almost boyish.
“His voice is low, dry, and slightly hoarse, with a careful rhythm that makes even casual remarks sound like trail instructions. He pronounces Elvish names beautifully but shortens Common names without asking.”
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Distinguishing Features
His fingertips are permanently stained dark by bow wax, pine resin, and metal dust.
A narrow braid behind his right ear contains three tiny brass rings, one for each person he failed to save at Greywater.
He smells faintly of wet wool, crushed juniper, and lamp oil.
He carries himself like a patient hunter but laughs loudly enough to startle birds from nearby branches.
The soles of his boots are stitched with scraps of old maps, so fragments of roads show whenever he walks.
Voice
“Low, dry, and hoarse, like gravel warmed in a tin cup”
Clothing
A rain-dark green cloak patched with mismatched cloth, a high-collared linen shirt, fitted brown trousers, soft leather boots wrapped in strips of old map parchment, and a faded blue sash inherited from his mother. His quiver is covered by a waxed canvas hood. A silver archive pin remains sewn inside his left cuff, hidden from casual view.
Body Language
He keeps his left shoulder slightly lowered from years of carrying a bow and pack. His fingers often tap twice against his thigh before he speaks. When listening closely, he tilts his head as though tracking a distant birdcall. He rarely points with a finger, instead indicating things with his chin or the end of an arrow.
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