Vaelis Quore, the Ash-Choir Herald
Warlock-like herald and sabotage mystic
Vaelis Quore, the Ash-Choir Herald
Species
Human
Appearance
Vaelis Quore is lithe and unsettling, built like a graveyard reed that never breaks no matter how hard the wind leans on it. His skin has the pale, papery look of old parchment that has been held too close to a candle, and faint soot patterns permanently bloom along his throat and collarbones like dried tears. He walks with a careful, almost reverent limp, as if each step must avoid disturbing an unseen funeral procession. His face is narrow and elegant, but the expression he wears is often wrong for the moment, a soft near-smile in scenes of horror and a look of devout mourning in moments of triumph. The most contradictory detail is the single bright glass bird pinned to his lapel, polished to a cheerful green shine, which he strokes whenever he speaks of ruin.
“Soft, deliberate, and ceremonial, with a tendency to lower his voice at the end of sentences as if sharing a prayer only the listener deserves to hear..”
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Distinguishing Features
A crack-shaped scar runs from the corner of his mouth to beneath the ear, like a smile forced open by fire.
His left thumb is blackened to the knuckle from a ritual burn he never allowed to heal.
He wears a tiny green glass bird pinned at the throat, absurdly bright against all the ash.
His prayer bell is always wrapped in linen and tied with black thread.
Voice
“Low, velvety, and faintly sing-song, like a cantor reciting last rites through clenched grief”
Clothing
A soot-black mantle of layered chapel cloth, ash-gray gloves, high riding boots stained at the hem, and a half-mask of tarnished silver shaped like a cracked saint's halo. Under the mantle he wears a vest lined with pockets for candles, chalk, sealing wax, and message slips.
Body Language
Keeps his shoulders slightly hunched and his hands folded at chest height, like a penitent priest concealing a blade. When excited, his fingers flutter in tiny conducting motions, as though he is cueing an invisible choir.
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