Zubair Khamrakh
Wizard
Zubair Khamrakh
Species
Tiefling
Appearance
A striking tiefling who could pass for human at a glance, provided the observer does not look too closely at his amber eyes or the slight points of his teeth. His skin is warm umber with a satin sheen, weathered at the knuckles and wrists by years of chalk, reagents, hot glass, and travel. His black hair is thick, carefully cut at the sides, and braided into three narrow cords behind his right ear, each threaded with a different metal bead. Two swept-back horns rise from his temples, mostly concealed beneath his hair, their dark ridges polished smooth where his fingers habitually touch them. He moves with unhurried elegance, but his hands are always busy, turning rings, tracing sigils, or measuring invisible distances. The unexpected contradiction is his immaculate beauty and expensive bearing paired with the dry, ink-stained fingertips of a compulsive laboratory worker. Before he speaks, he takes a quiet breath through his nose as if tasting the air, then clears his throat once.
“His voice is warm, low, and polished, with a faint rasp at the edges. He speaks slowly when lying and rapidly when excited by magic.”
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Distinguishing Features
Amber eyes with narrow vertical pupils that brighten when he casts a spell.
Three small metal beads braided behind his right ear, each engraved with the name of a dead relative.
A subtle scent of hot brass, cardamom, and extinguished candlewick.
His horns are polished smooth along the ridges from years of absent-minded touching.
His voice begins with a quiet inhalation and throat-clearing before difficult truths.
Voice
“Low, intimate, and mellifluous, with a polished courtly cadence. His consonants are crisp, his vowels measured, and his laughter unexpectedly warm. When furious, he drops almost all ornament from his speech and sounds like a scholar reading a death sentence.”
Clothing
He wears a cream linen shirt beneath a dark wine-colored coat lined with copper thread. The coat has many narrow interior pockets, each labeled in his own precise handwriting. His trousers are black wool tucked into soft traveling boots. A broad sash of ochre silk holds his spellbook, wand case, and a small silver vial of infernal perfume. He wears six rings, none matching, and a pair of thin gloves with the fingertips cut away.
Body Language
He stands with one shoulder slightly angled toward the nearest exit. His smile is immediate and beautiful, but his eyes remain still while he gives it. When interested, he leans closer and lowers his head as though sharing a secret. When angry, he becomes almost motionless, with one thumb rubbing the edge of a ring.
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