Sigfrido Vahramel
Wizard, School of Illusion
Sigfrido Vahramel
Species
Drow
Appearance
Sigfrido is a painfully thin drow whose body seems assembled from angles, tension, and sleeplessness. His obsidian skin has a dry, charcoal texture around the knuckles and throat, while his long silver hair hangs in uneven ropes that catch on his cloak clasps. His pupil-less red eyes glow like coals seen through smoked glass. He never stands squarely. When waiting, he rests most of his weight on the balls of his feet, heels raised slightly, as if the floor might open beneath him. His shadow does not always obey him. It may bend toward a sound he cannot hear, raise a suggestion of horns, or briefly form clawed fingers against a wall. The contradictory impression he leaves is of someone both feral and scholarly: a starving fugitive who still unconsciously straightens imaginary stacks of books.
“A low, breathy murmur with precise scholarly diction. He often begins speaking to the person in front of him, lowers his voice toward an empty corner, then finishes the sentence as though both listeners understood.”
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Distinguishing Features
His pupil-less red eyes reflect no candle flames, only vague red halos.
His shadow sometimes sprouts small infernal horns, claws, or a second head.
He constantly checks the iron hinges of his spellbook with his left thumb.
He carries three pale bone amulets that click together whenever he lies.
He smells faintly of wet stone, old paper, and extinguished incense.
Voice
“A dry, hushed baritone that sounds as though it has been worn thin by years of whispering through locked doors.”
Clothing
A tattered hooded grey travelling cloak conceals ruined scholar's robes stitched with faded astronomical diagrams. The cloak is patched with mismatched fabrics taken from abandoned clothing. Beneath it he wears soft black boots, fingerless gloves, a leather belt crowded with chalk, thread, wax, and tiny mirrors, and several bone arcana-focus amulets tied at his sternum.
Body Language
He keeps his shoulders hunched beneath the hood and angles his face toward empty corners rather than toward the person speaking. His left thumb repeatedly rubs the iron hinge of his spellbook. When calm, he leans forward with intense scholarly attention. When threatened, he becomes unnaturally still, with only his shadow continuing to move.
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