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Nerys Okeon

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Commoner

Nerys Okeon

Level 1·Female·Medium
Neutral Good

Species

Human

Appearance

A narrow-faced human woman with a weathered, attentive beauty, she seems to listen with her whole body. Her hands are broad-knuckled and permanently marked by old burns, while her movements remain careful and nearly soundless, like someone crossing a sleeping house. A small scar splits her left eyebrow, and a pale crescent of unburned skin lies beneath her right collarbone. She carries herself with the patient gravity of a priestess, yet her smile can become unexpectedly mischievous when children are watching. She leaves behind the mingled impression of candle smoke, rain-soaked wool, and someone who has survived by refusing to be noticed.

Height5 feet 4 inches
BuildLean and wiry, with the compact strength of someone accustomed to carrying water, firewood, and injured people.
EyesDeep hazel, flecked with gold near the pupils and quick to redden when she is tired.
HairDark brown with premature silver at the temples, usually braided tightly and tucked beneath her mantle.
SkinWarm olive skin weathered by sun, smoke, and long journeys, with faint freckles across her nose.

Her voice is low, gentle, and slightly rough from years of smoke-filled shrines. She speaks slowly when comforting someone and rapidly when discussing routes, names, or evidence.”

Ability Scores

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

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral Good

Distinguishing Features

A pale crescent-shaped scar beneath her right collarbone.

Burn scars across both hands, especially the left palm.

A split iron prayer bell hanging from her belt.

She unconsciously hums three notes whenever she washes blood from her hands.

Her left eyebrow bears a narrow scar that gives her a permanently skeptical expression.

Voice

A low contralto with a smoky edge, warm enough to calm a frightened child and firm enough to silence a room when she says a person's name.

Clothing

A faded russet wool dress beneath a patched gray mantle, tied with a braided cord of linen and red thread. Her sleeves are rolled when she works, revealing burn scars and inked prayer marks. A plain iron brooch shaped like a split bell fastens the mantle at her throat.

Body Language

She keeps her shoulders slightly rounded, as though sheltering an invisible child. Her gaze moves constantly between faces, doors, and hands. When Tavaro is mentioned, her fingers close around her prayer cord, but her expression grows still rather than openly emotional.

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