Sava Sheshuri
Rogue, Assassin
Sava Sheshuri
Species
Human
Appearance
The woman in the slit skirt spots the adventurers before they reach the velvet rope. She stands unusually tall, poised on the balls of her feet as if the floor might tilt beneath her. Her sleek black hair is pinned into loose, glossy curls, though several strands have escaped and cling to her cheek like wet ink. Her movements are precise, quiet, and almost dancerly, but her hands are callused from lockpicks, blades, and hauling crates. A faint scar cuts through one eyebrow, and a tiny white burn mark circles her left wrist. Her beauty is severe at first glance, softened by a crooked smile that appears whenever she lies. The unexpected contradiction is her laugh, which is loud, nasal, and embarrassingly ordinary, more suited to a crowded family kitchen than an elegant nightclub.
“Her voice is low, smoky, and precise, with a soft Eastern European cadence. She draws out sibilants, turns ordinary statements into intimate confidences, and becomes nearly accentless when issuing a threat.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin scar through her left eyebrow
A white burn ring around her left wrist
A small brass key tattooed behind her right ear
One front tooth capped in dull silver
The scent of clove smoke and expensive citrus perfume
Voice
“Low, smoky, intimate, and controlled, with a faint Georgian and Russian coloring that grows stronger when she is frightened or furious.”
Clothing
A modern black satin blouse, a fitted charcoal jacket, a high-waisted slit skirt, sheer stockings, and pointed ankle boots with reinforced heels. She wears discreet silver earrings, a narrow belt containing hidden sheaths, and a red silk scarf borrowed from her mother. Her clothing is glamorous enough for the club floor but tailored for climbing, kicking, and concealed weapons.
Body Language
Sava leans toward people when she wants them to trust her and away from them when she wants them to reveal something. Her posture is languid, but her eyes constantly track hands, reflections, and changes in the room. When truly angry, she becomes perfectly still and folds her hands at her waist.
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