Zahir Sandheart

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Tidebound Warden

Zahir Sandheart

0·Male·Medium
Neutral good

Species

Human

Appearance

Zahir Sandheart is a lean, weathered desert wanderer whose skin bears the fine cracked texture of sun-baked clay. His movements are slow and economical until danger appears, when he glides with startling grace, leaving no footprints even on wet sand. His face is narrow, framed by a beard braided with blue glass beads and small fish bones. A pale spiral scar circles his left wrist, always damp despite the desert heat. His most contradictory feature is his smile, warm and grandmotherly, despite the permanent black tide stains beneath his fingernails and the faint scent of low tide that follows him everywhere.

Height5 feet 10 inches
BuildNarrow-shouldered, sinewy, and deceptively strong, with the compact build of someone accustomed to carrying water over long distances
EyesAmber-gold, with thin blue rings that move like ripples when he is frightened
HairIron gray with sun-bleached copper strands
SkinDeep umber with warm copper undertones and pale salt cracking across the knuckles

His voice is low, dry, and reassuring, like wind moving through canvas. When invoking tide magic, a second voice speaks beneath his own, wet and whispering.”

Ability Scores

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

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral good

Distinguishing Features

A damp spiral scar around his left wrist

Black tidal stains beneath every fingernail

A shadow that sometimes points toward the nearest body of water

Blue glass beads braided into his beard

A single pearl embedded beneath the skin of his right palm

Voice

Low, dry, and reassuring, with a faint second whisper beneath it when tidal magic is near.

Clothing

A layered indigo and ochre robe patched with sailcloth, a faded red sash holding glass vials, soft desert boots wrapped in linen, and a hood embroidered with tiny silver waves. His cloak is dusty on the outside but perpetually wet along its inner hem.

Body Language

Zahir leans toward speakers as if listening through water. When anxious, he rubs his scarred wrist and presses his thumb into the sand. When relieved, his shoulders loosen and his fingers uncurl like opening petals.

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