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Mira Sabo - AI-generated fantasy NPC

Mira Sabo

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MS
1
LVL

Investigator Scribe

Mira Sabo

Level 1·Female·Medium
Neutral Good

Species

Human

Appearance

Mira is a narrow-shouldered young woman with an alert, almost weightless way of moving, as if she is always trying not to disturb dust on the floor. Her hands are the most memorable part of her: the fingertips are permanently darkened by ink, the nails are trimmed nearly to the quick, and fine calluses cross the sides of her thumbs from years of holding quills. Her dark hair is cut bluntly at the jaw, but loose strands are forever caught in the wax of her candle holders. She has a calm, composed face that suggests a patient schoolteacher, yet she watches every doorway, shelf, and discarded scrap before looking at the person speaking to her. The unexpected contradiction is her clothing: although everything she wears is severe and orderly, she keeps one absurdly bright yellow sock hidden beneath her left boot.

HeightFive feet two inches
BuildSlender and lightly built, with the wiry endurance of someone accustomed to standing at a desk for long hours
EyesMuted hazel
HairDark brown with copper strands near the temples
SkinWarm olive with a faint gray cast from years spent indoors

Low, measured, and economical. Mira speaks as if every sentence must fit in a margin.”

Ability Scores

STR
8-1
DEX
14+2
CON
12+1
INT
15+2
WIS
13+1
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral Good

Distinguishing Features

Her ink-darkened fingertips and callused thumbs are immediately noticeable.

She keeps looking toward shelves, doorways, and discarded scraps before looking at people.

Her left boot makes a faint wooden tapping sound because its sole is repaired with a sliver of printing block.

She carries a brass ruler engraved with a sequence of dates instead of measurements.

A bright yellow sock is occasionally visible beneath her otherwise severe clothing.

Voice

A quiet contralto with a dry rasp at the edges, like paper dragged carefully across a rough desk

Clothing

A high-collared gray linen dress beneath a blue-black work apron, soft felt slippers for silent movement, a brass key ring at her belt, and a faded yellow sock hidden beneath her left boot

Body Language

Mira holds herself very still when meeting strangers, but her fingers continue tiny invisible writing motions against her palm. When alarmed, she angles her body toward shelves and walls rather than toward the threat. She rarely makes direct eye contact for more than a heartbeat, preferring to watch hands, pockets, doorways, and the movement of dust.

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