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Gurtsk Kveltskuri

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GK
12
LVL

Bard

Gurtsk Kveltskuri

Level 12·Male·Medium
Chaotic Neutral

Species

Lizardfolk

Appearance

Gurtsk is a broad-shouldered lizardfolk with the heavy, patient movement of a crocodile waiting beneath dark water. His scales overlap like worn green-black tiles, glossy along the spine and powdered pale with salt around the jaw. A split runs through his left nostril, and one lower tooth has been replaced with a polished brass rivet. He moves with unsettling silence until he suddenly snaps forward, crossing a deck in a blur of claws, tail, and wet leather. Despite his predatory face, he keeps a tiny blue glass bead tied beneath his throat, handling it with the care of a grieving child.

Height6 feet 7 inches
BuildPowerfully built and low-centered, with a thick torso, long arms, a muscular tail, and the compact strength of a swimmer accustomed to fighting currents.
EyesAmber-gold with narrow black pupils,
HairSparse black crest-scales along his crown and neck, threaded with white cords and tiny shell knots
SkinDeep river-green along the limbs, fading to blue-black over the back and pale yellow beneath the jaw and ribs

His voice is a rough, resonant baritone with a wet rasp beneath it. He speaks Common carefully, placing stress on names and promises, while his Draconic becomes rapid, musical, and full of clicking consonants when angry.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilChaotic Neutral

Distinguishing Features

A brass rivet replaces one lower tooth.

A blue glass bead hangs beneath his throat and is never removed.

His left nostril is split, giving his breathing a faint whistle.

His scales bear pale scars from burning pitch, yet he wears bright red sailcloth like a festival sash.

He smells of brine, lamp oil, crushed lime, and wet rope.

Voice

A low, weathered baritone that rolls like surf beneath a cliff, with a dry click at the end of certain words. When he sings, the rasp disappears and the sound becomes unexpectedly beautiful, carrying farther than it should across open water.

Clothing

A sleeveless coat of tar-dark canvas hangs from his shoulders, stitched with strips of red sailcloth taken from defeated privateers. He wears a broad belt of knotted cord, sea-glass charms, soft deck boots, and a scaled shoulder guard painted with the faded mark of his first rescued crew.

Body Language

He angles his head like a listening crocodile, folds his claws behind his back when trying to appear harmless, and drums the blunt end of his cutlass against his thigh whenever he lies. His tail gives away his mood, dragging slowly when sorrowful and striking the deck once when he has made a decision.

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