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Rost

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R
20
LVL

Wizard, War Magic

Rost

Level 20·Male·Medium
Lawful Neutral

Species

Eladrin

Appearance

Rost is a lean, long-limbed eladrin man whose movements are spare and deliberate, as if every gesture has been measured against an invisible contract. His skin is copper-brown with faint golden lines beneath it, like old lacquer cracking over metal. His black hair is shaved close on one side and braided on the other with tiny iron tally beads. One eye is dark hazel, while the other is a pale glassy blue that reflects written words as though they were floating on water. His hands are callused like a laborer's, but his fingernails are stained blue from ink. He leaves the impression of a severe magistrate until he smiles, at which point he looks unexpectedly young and almost bashful.

Height6 feet 3 inches
BuildTall, wiry, and deceptively strong, with the compact musculature of a fencer and a traveler who has spent decades hauling packs over bad roads
EyesOne dark hazel eye and one pale glassy blue eye
HairBlack with a few silver strands, shaved close on one side and braided on the other
SkinCopper-brown with faint golden lines beneath the skin

His speech is clipped, formal, and unusually concrete. He favors short sentences, careful definitions, and proverbs from caravan culture.”

Ability Scores

STR
20+5
DEX
20+5
CON
20+5
INT
20+5
WIS
16+3
CHA
22+6

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilLawful Neutral

Distinguishing Features

A pale blue eye that reflects nearby writing.

Blue ink permanently staining the pads of his fingers.

Seven iron tally beads braided into his hair, each representing a person he failed to save.

A narrow burn scar running from his left ear to the base of his throat.

His shadow occasionally moves a heartbeat before he does.

Voice

A low, dry baritone with a faint rasp, like a reed pen dragged across rough paper. He speaks softly enough that others lean toward him, then makes them regret having done so by asking a devastatingly precise question.

Clothing

A sleeveless charcoal riding coat over layered indigo linen, reinforced with bronze plates hidden beneath the seams. A faded red sash holds his spellbook, ink vials, and a folding knife. His boots are soft-soled for silence, but each heel contains a small iron bell that he refuses to remove.

Body Language

He stands with his weight balanced over the balls of his feet, fingers often resting near his sword but never gripping it. When someone lies, he tilts his head slightly toward the speaker's dominant hand. When genuinely moved, he becomes awkward, looks down, and starts rearranging nearby objects into straight lines.

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