Mika Ruzhvadze
Fighter
Mika Ruzhvadze
Species
Human
Appearance
Mika Ruzhvadze is slim and young, with the compact musculature of someone who has hauled water, climbed watchtowers, and slept in armor rather than trained in a formal yard. Her arms are noticeably strong beneath her sleeves, while her posture remains slightly forward-leaning, as if she is always listening for danger beyond the next wall. Her shoulder-length brown hair has been cut unevenly with a knife, leaving one side brushing her jaw and the other curling against her collar. She moves quietly but never gracefully, with the careful, economical steps of a person who expects loose stones beneath every foot. Her chain shirt gives her a faint rainlike whisper when she turns. The unexpected contradiction is her shield: a battered, cheerful round shield painted with small white flowers, absurdly gentle against the hard, watchful impression she otherwise leaves.
“Quiet, measured, and low for her age, with a mountain cadence that rounds the ends of words. She rarely raises her voice.”
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Distinguishing Features
Her uneven haircut gives her silhouette a slightly lopsided look.
She unconsciously checks the shield strap whenever she hears metal scrape against stone.
Her round wooden shield is painted with tiny white flowers beneath layers of grime and old repairs.
She has a habit of taking one silent breath before speaking, noticeable even in a crowded room.
Her chain shirt makes a delicate rainlike whisper whenever she turns sharply.
Voice
“A low, gentle contralto with a slight rasp from cold mountain air. Her voice carries farther than expected when she gives an order, but she almost never shouts.”
Clothing
A dented chain shirt over a faded russet tunic, patched trousers, mud-dark boots, fingerless wool gloves, and a short gray cloak with several careful repairs. Her garments are tattered but clean, and every tear has been mended with thread of a different color.
Body Language
Mika angles her shield slightly toward anyone she does not know, though she tries to make the gesture look casual. She frequently touches the leather strap around her shield, checking its knot without realizing it. Before speaking, she pauses for one quiet breath through her nose, as if testing the air for smoke.
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