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Novice Archivist

Ysara

0·Woman·Medium
Lawful Neutral, with a growing pull toward Chaotic Good

Species

Human

Appearance

Ysara is a narrow-shouldered human woman with the weathered face of someone who has spent more nights outdoors than in court. Her skin is warm brown and dusted with pale freckles across the nose. Her movements are precise when she is thinking, with each step placed as if on a library floor, but when fear breaks through her control she becomes startlingly fast and feral. Her hands are ink-stained to the knuckles, yet the nails are carefully polished with silver powder. A thin line of luminous scar tissue runs from her left palm to her elbow. She carries herself like a court scholar, but leaves the impression of a hunted animal that has learned to stand upright.

Height5 feet 6 inches
BuildLean and wiry, with the compact strength of a long-distance walker and someone accustomed to carrying heavy books through difficult terrain.
EyesDark hazel with tiny gold flecks that brighten near celestial magic
HairBlack with a broad premature streak of silver above the left temple
SkinWarm brown with pale freckles and a faint silver sheen along the scar on her left arm

Low, clipped, and articulate. She speaks quickly when presenting evidence, slows down when asking for trust, and becomes almost whisper-soft when discussing the imprisoned celestial.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
14+2
CON
12+1
INT
16+3
WIS
14+2
CHA
13+1

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilLawful Neutral, with a growing pull toward Chaotic Good

Distinguishing Features

A luminous scar runs from her left palm to her elbow.

The royal archive seal on her copper clasp has been deliberately filed flat.

Her right eyebrow is split by a small white scar from a falling stone tablet.

The Star-Seal fragment is wrapped in black cloth and gives off a faint warmth when danger approaches.

She has a small missing section of one front tooth, visible only when she laughs unexpectedly.

Voice

A controlled contralto with a dry edge, like a candle burning beside an open window. In moments of genuine fear, her voice becomes unexpectedly gentle.

Clothing

A rain-darkened blue archivist's coat reinforced with leather at the elbows, a copper clasp bearing the defaced royal archive mark, layered wool skirts over travel trousers, cracked riding boots, and a faded red scarf wrapped twice around her throat. Her left glove is stitched from old ceremonial parchment.

Body Language

Ysara keeps her shoulders squared and her chin level, even when exhausted. She rubs the scar on her left forearm whenever someone mentions the crown. When lying by omission, she touches the Star-Seal fragment with two fingers. When she finally tells the whole truth, she plants both feet firmly and removes her gloves.

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