Dardov
Commoner
Dardov
Species
Ravenfolk
Appearance
Dardov is an imposing figure among his kin, standing at 5'11" with a frame broadened by years of hauling heavy crates. His plumage is a startling, deep crimson that shifts to a bruised purple under the pale sun of Baltruvska, a stark contrast to the common black feathers of his people. His eyes are the color of a stormy sea at midnight, cold and unblinking. While his movements at the docks are slow and deliberate to conserve energy, his steps have a rhythmic, predatory grace when he is near the fighting pits. The smell of brine and tar clings to him, often mixed with the metallic tang of fresh blood from his nightly excursions.
“Dardov speaks in a low, gravelly voice. He often mimics the sound of a creaking ship's mast when he is frustrated and the sound of breaking glass when he is amused.”
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Distinguishing Features
Rare dark red feathers
Thick scar across the bridge of his beak
Polished silver ring in the middle claw of his right foot
Unusually broad shoulders for a Ravenfolk
Voice
“Deep, raspy, and rhythmic, like the sound of grinding stones.”
Clothing
A thick, sweat-stained leather apron over heavy canvas trousers. His talons are bound in oil-soaked hemp wraps for grip, and he wears a wide leather belt with various iron hooks used for dragging cargo.
Body Language
Usually hunched and lethargic at the docks, but stands tall with an aggressive, forward-leaning posture when in a tavern or the pits.
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