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Kestak Oyet

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KO
1
LVL

Wizard

Kestak Oyet

Level 1·Male·Medium
Neutral Good

Species

Human

Appearance

Kestak Oyet is a middle-aged human man whose careful movements seem at odds with the tiny, quick flicks of his hands. He walks with his weight slightly forward, as if approaching a counter to serve someone, and turns his whole body toward whoever speaks to him. His trimmed mustache is waxed into two precise points, but his hair refuses every attempt at neatness, springing up in soft curls. He smells faintly of charcoal, orange peel, and hot metal. His voice stays smooth when bargaining; when frightened, his breath catches in little silences between overly formal sentences. Despite his polished manners, he laughs with a loud, snorting bark that startles people the first time.

Height5 feet 7 inches
BuildCompact and sturdy, with strong forearms from years at the bench and a slight forward lean from close work.
EyesDark hazel, with gold flecks visible in strong light
HairBlack, tightly curled, and stubbornly unruly
SkinDeep brown with warm copper undertones

Measured, courteous, and precise; he favors complete sentences and says "if you please" even while dodging danger. When rattled, he takes tiny pauses to catch his breath and grows even more formal.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral Good

Distinguishing Features

His curls spring upward in unruly loops despite his neatly waxed mustache.

He turns his entire torso toward each speaker instead of glancing sideways.

His hands have permanently darkened lines in the creases from years of soot and metal polish.

His startled laugh is a sudden, loud snort that contradicts his measured manners.

Voice

A clear, medium-low voice with a gentle rhythm and careful enunciation. His breath catches when he is frightened, leaving small silences before his most elaborate courtesies.

Clothing

A dark green wool coat with a high collar, carefully darned elbows, and a row of mismatched brass buttons. Beneath it he wears a clean linen shirt and a leather apron pouch crowded with tools. His boots are polished at the toes but dusty at the heels.

Body Language

He angles his shoulders toward whoever is speaking, nods quickly to signal attention, and rubs the pad of his thumb against his forefinger as if testing the edge of an invisible coin. Under pressure, his hands become perfectly still while his breath turns shallow.

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