Lord Edric Sorn
Noble Administrator
Lord Edric Sorn
Species
Human
Appearance
Lord Edric Sorn is handsome in the worn, deliberate way of a statue that has survived bad weather. His face is narrow, clean-shaven, and marked by a faint white line running from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, a scar left by a rebel's knife during his first winter as governor. His dark hair is combed back with military precision, though rain always finds a way to loosen one lock above his left eyebrow. He moves slowly enough to seem unhurried, yet never stands with his back to a door. The velvet of his governor's cloak is deep green and soft as moss, but its hem is almost always stained with Caldris mud. The contradiction is intentional: he wants to look like a nobleman while reminding everyone that he still visits the roads, fields, and ditches personally.
“Low, measured, and intimate, with every sentence shaped as though it has already been recorded in a ledger. He pauses before names, especially when deciding whether the person deserves respect.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin white scar from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.
A silver ring engraved on the inside with the date of the Red Fever quarantine he failed to order.
Muddy boots beneath otherwise immaculate clothing.
A habit of counting doors, windows, and sometimes hinges whenever he enters a room.
A faint smell of wet earth and cedar smoke clinging to his cloak.
Voice
“A warm baritone kept deliberately quiet, with the faint rasp of someone who spends too much time speaking over rain and too little time sleeping.”
Clothing
A forest-green velvet cloak lined with faded gold thread, a charcoal wool doublet, polished riding boots usually marked with fresh mud, a plain ivory shirt, a narrow iron signet ring, and a weatherproof satchel containing maps and sealed orders.
Body Language
Edric stands with one hand resting lightly on his cane and the other hidden inside his cloak. He tilts his head toward speakers as if granting them a private audience. When threatened, he becomes perfectly still. When ashamed, he counts door hinges instead of doors.
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