Ione Varkessa
Bard
Ione Varkessa
Species
Gnome
Appearance
A young gnome woman with unusually human proportions stands straight-backed and open-chested, her long arms and narrow waist making her look more like a small traveling actress than a traditional gnome. Her tan face carries a broad, wholehearted smile beneath a somewhat broad nose, and her bright hazel eyes shine with the dangerous excitement of someone who has just discovered a new question. Dirty-blonde hair sticks out in every direction, stiffened by wind, dust, and careless braiding, as if each strand is trying to investigate the world independently. Her skin is warm and weathered across the knuckles and forearms from years of road travel and outdoor performance. She smells faintly of crushed marigold, lamp oil, and cinnamon tea, a combination she insists is perfume. Her movements are quick but not fidgety, with abrupt turns of the head and sudden stillness when something catches her attention. The unexpected contradiction is her broad, exuberant smile paired with the solemn, almost priestly way she listens to grief.
“Quick, musical, and conversational, with sudden solemn pauses. She speaks clearly enough for a crowd but lowers her voice when saying something dangerous.”
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Distinguishing Features
Her hair sticks out in every direction, with several strands permanently bent into sharp hooks from old stage pins.
She has a broad, radiant smile that appears even when discussing grim subjects, though her eyes remain intensely attentive.
Her left thumb is stained orange from repeatedly handling marigold pigment used in her embroidery.
She wears a tiny brass bell beneath her collar, but it never rings when she walks.
She smells faintly of cinnamon tea, lamp oil, and crushed marigold.
Voice
“A warm contralto with a lively rasp, as if every sentence has traveled through campfire smoke and winter air.”
Clothing
She wears a modest clay-brown traveling coat over a moss-green blouse, ochre trousers, and soft leather boots. Every garment is elaborately decorated with tiny stitched scenes of roads, bells, birds, and open hands. Her cuffs carry different patterns on each side because she claims identical sleeves encourage intellectual laziness.
Body Language
She leans forward when listening, tilts her head sharply toward unfamiliar sounds, and punctuates serious statements with two fingers pressed lightly to her sternum. When frightened, she smiles too broadly and begins arranging nearby objects into neat lines.
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