Corinna Quill-Point
Bard, College of Lore
Corinna Quill-Point
Species
Rock Gnome
Appearance
Corinna Quill-Point is a sharp-eyed rock gnome with a compact, bird-boned frame and an unnervingly precise way of moving. Her silver-streaked dark hair is pulled into a severe knot behind wire-rimmed spectacles whose lenses are constantly being polished with the corner of her sleeve. Her fingertips are permanently stained violet-black with ink, while her palms bear pale crescent scars from old surgical clamps. She stands impeccably straight, even when exhausted, and walks with the swift, clipped rhythm of a clerk late to court. Her face suggests a stern schoolmistress until she smiles, revealing one polished gold tooth shaped like a tiny seal stamp. The unexpected contradiction is that her immaculate clothing smells faintly of camphor, hot brass, and sugared plums.
“Her voice is clipped, articulate, and low enough that people lean in to hear it. She speaks with the careful cadence of someone reading a verdict, placing unusual emphasis on dates, names, and verbs.”
Ability Scores
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Distinguishing Features
A gold tooth shaped like a municipal seal
Spectacles with one ordinary lens and one magnifying lens
A thin scar across the bridge of her nose from a thrown stapling tool
Red correction ribbons tied around her wrist and cane
A tiny brass bird that nests in her vest pocket and chirps whenever someone nearby tells a deliberate lie
Voice
“A dry contralto with the crisp resonance of a small brass instrument, capable of making a polite question sound like a formal indictment”
Clothing
A meticulously organized, ink-stained archivist's vest over a charcoal practical tunic, reinforced brown trousers, soft-soled work boots, a leather bandolier of labeled vials, red correction ribbons tied around her left wrist, and a weatherproof gray cloak lined with pockets. Her spectacles hang from a brass chain, and every pocket has a written inventory sewn inside.
Body Language
Her posture is rigid and courtly, but her hands reveal her emotions. They tap legal rhythms on tabletops when she is worried, hover protectively over injured people, and fold into a precise triangle beneath her chin when she is preparing an argument. In danger, she plants her cane like a magistrate's staff and leans forward as though the enemy has just submitted an especially foolish document.
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