Stana Ododling
Rogue
Stana Ododling
Species
Human
Appearance
Stana looks like a sturdy, middle-aged woman who has been made slightly too durable by surviving far too many worlds. Her curly silver-blonde hair forms a soft, unruly halo around her head, with individual coils springing back into place whenever she tucks them under a scarf. Her face is broad-cheeked and expressive, with laugh lines that deepen when she is being cruel for fun and vanish when she is being genuinely kind. She moves with unnerving economy, never seeming hurried even when dodging gunfire. Within a minute of meeting her, most people notice the smell of beeswax, old iron, cardamom, and rain-damp wool around her. Stana knows exactly how she smells and considers it an excellent deterrent to pickpockets. The unexpected contradiction is that her hands are astonishingly delicate, with careful, almost devotional movements when she handles weapons, while the rest of her gives the impression of a woman who might drag an anvil across the shop floor without assistance.
“Her speech is unhurried, rounded, and lightly accented by an old mixture of Hungarian and Greek sounds. She pauses before answering as if weighing the resale value of each word.”
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Distinguishing Features
Her silver-blonde curls constantly collect tiny brass filings that she does not notice until someone points them out.
She smells of beeswax, old iron, cardamom, and rain-damp wool.
A small brass bead is embedded beneath the skin of her left palm, warming whenever a planar crossing opens nearby.
She wears one soft gray glove on her right hand even indoors, claiming it is for grip, though she sometimes speaks to it as if it were listening.
Her calm, rounded voice is preceded by a faint intake of breath and a thoughtful half-second pause, even when she is answering a simple question.
Voice
“A low, warm contralto with a gentle rounded cadence, a faint old-world accent, and a dry amusement that remains audible even when she is discussing murder.”
Clothing
A russet traveling coat reinforced with hidden leather panels, a slate-blue waistcoat full of narrow pockets, a cream blouse with sleeves rolled to the elbows, heavy trousers, and soft-soled boots. She wears a brass measuring chain around her neck, several weapon-maker's rings, and a faded green scarf tied in a different knot every week. Her coat contains more weapons than its dimensions should allow.
Body Language
Stana stands with her weight balanced over the balls of her feet, as if the floor might become a battlefield without warning. She tilts her head toward weapons when listening, taps two fingers against her wrist while calculating prices, and smiles without showing her teeth when she has already found a person's weakness. In genuine anger, she becomes perfectly still and begins polishing something.
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