Strumball: Samarassa
Sorcerer
Strumball: Samarassa
Species
Human
Appearance
Samarassa moves like a coiled thing: quick, economical steps born of years balancing mugs and weaving through a crowded tavern. Her skin is sun-creased from outdoor work and worry, but her hands are oddly soft at the fingertips, a remnant of how her mother once braided her hair. She keeps one side of her hair shaved close to the scalp while the other side cascades in a tangled, soot-streaked braid. Her left cheek has a faint crescent scar, pale against brown skin. When she laughs it comes out like a spark; when she is angry her pupils tighten and a faint heat seems to gather at her throat. Unexpectedly, she wears a child's brass bell tied inside the fold of her shirt near her heart; it rings only when she is startled and she hides it beneath an apron.
“Direct, often sarcastic. Uses short, clipped sentences in public; more reflective and quietly poetic when alone or with people she trusts.”
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Distinguishing Features
Soot-streaked braid opposite a shaved side
Pale crescent scar on left cheek
Hidden brass bell sewn near her heart
Voice
“Low, dry, slightly rasping from years of shouting over tavern noise. When she softens her voice it becomes unexpectedly melodic.”
Clothing
A patched linen blouse under a dark leather apron stained with ale and soot. She wears a reclaimed leather vest with pockets for small glass bottles, a coil of thief's rope, and a fold of soot-darkened ribbon that belonged to her mother.
Body Language
She stands with one hip cocked, fingers always busy — polishing, twisting a braid, or tracing the bell inside her shirt. When uneasy she withdraws to the shadows of the tavern and tilts her chin up as if tasting the air.
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