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Torvin Röd-Fjäll

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Commoner

Torvin Röd-Fjäll

0·Male·Small
Neutral, leaning toward self-preservation

Species

Kobold

Appearance

Torvin is a small red kobold with scales the color of wet brick, each one dulled by layers of gray sewer dust and oily grime. His body is narrow and wiry, with long clever fingers and a tail that drags through muck unless he is frightened, when it curls tight around one ankle. His dark eyes are bright as dropped marbles and never stop measuring exits, ceilings, drains, and the hands of strangers. He moves with a hunched, quick-footed shuffle, pausing so abruptly that his hood continues swinging after he has stopped. His dark robe is patched from funeral cloth, sail canvas, and old guards' cloaks. Despite his filthy appearance, he keeps one tiny copper button polished to a mirror shine and wears it at his throat like a noble's badge.

Height3 feet 4 inches
BuildSmall, sinewy, and underfed, with the compact strength of someone accustomed to climbing grates and squeezing through broken drainage pipes.
EyesGlossy black with amber flecks that flash when caught by lantern light.
HairSparse black whiskers and a ragged crest of dark red quills along his crown.
SkinBrick red scales mottled with soot-black patches, pale around the throat and fingertips.

A rasping whisper with clipped consonants and frequent pauses. Torvin speaks faster when afraid, then abruptly slows when describing water, as if choosing words that will not attract its attention.”

Ability Scores

STR
8-1
DEX
14+2
CON
10+0
INT
12+1
WIS
13+1
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral, leaning toward self-preservation

Distinguishing Features

A pale scar runs from his left horn ridge to the corner of his mouth.

His right horn is snapped halfway down and wrapped in red thread.

His tail bears small brass tags stamped with dates and tunnel numbers.

One copper button at his throat is always polished despite the rest of his clothing being filthy.

He smells faintly of lamp oil, wet stone, and bitter herbs.

Voice

A dry, papery hiss that occasionally breaks into a surprisingly musical trill when he forgets to be afraid.

Clothing

A hooded charcoal robe stiff with dried salt and sewer residue, wrapped with braided cable as a belt. Beneath it he wears mismatched leather scraps, a rusted shoulder guard, fingerless gloves, and boots stuffed with waxed cloth to keep out leeches.

Body Language

Torvin crouches low with his shoulders raised, hands tucked close to his chest, and head constantly swiveling toward dripping pipes. When lying, he becomes very still. When telling the truth, his claws tap a nervous rhythm against his polished copper button.

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