Darric Vale
Fighter
Darric Vale
Species
Human
Appearance
A broad-shouldered city guard with sun-browned skin and the weathered look of a man who has spent more nights outdoors than indoors. His iron-gray hair is kept short at the sides but grows wild at the crown, always as if he has just removed his helm. He moves with a careful, deliberate economy, as though every step has been measured against a line he cannot afford to cross. His left sleeve hangs a little looser than the right because the arm beneath it is slightly scarred and stiff from an old pike wound, yet he still handles his shield with smooth, practiced certainty. The contradictory detail that makes people remember him is the small embroidered swallow sewn inside his collar, a soft and hopeful touch hidden under a life of steel.
“Measured, low, and slightly dry, with the cadence of someone trained to be understood over shouting crowds. He often phrases warnings like recommendations and orders like concerns.”
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Distinguishing Features
A scar crossing the left side of his jaw like a pale stitch.
A faint burn pattern on his wrist from the old fire investigation.
An embroidered swallow hidden inside his collar.
A shield rim nicked into a crescent from repeated pike blows.
Voice
“Rough baritone, sanded by years of shouting warnings in wind and rain, with an odd gentleness when he says someone's name.”
Clothing
A dark green guard surcoat over chain shirt, patched at the seams and reinforced at the shoulders. He wears sturdy black boots, leather bracers, and a plain cloak with the hood cut short so it will not snag on a helmet. A set of brass tally tokens hangs from his belt, each one marking a successful watch rotation or a debt paid back to the quartermaster.
Body Language
Still as a post when on duty, but in motion he turns like a hinge that has been oiled a thousand times. He keeps his shoulders square to people he distrusts and angles them away from people he wants to protect. When disturbed, his fingers tap once, twice, then go flat against the shield rim as if he is checking that the world has not shifted out from under him.
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