Soryn Valehar
Cleric of the Grave
Soryn Valehar
Species
Human
Appearance
Soryn is lean and long-limbed, built like a candle flame that has been forced to learn patience. His skin has the warm olive tone of sun-baked river towns, but it is dusted constantly with a grey sheen from grave ash that settles in the lines of his knuckles and the seams of his collar. He moves with a soft, deliberate glide, as if apologizing to the floor for every step, yet his hands are quick and certain. The strangest thing about him is his lantern, an iron chapel-lamp that hangs from his belt by a silver chain and drips blue light over the scarred wooden holy symbols sewn into his coat. His right sleeve is always immaculate, while his left cuff is permanently singed and smelling faintly of lavender smoke.
“Measured, reverent, and low voiced, with river-town vowels and the habit of naming the dead before naming the living when emotion rises..”
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Distinguishing Features
A blue-lit chapel lantern that never seems to drip wax, only pale mist.
A shallow scar across the throat that looks like a failed hanging knot.
Two silver funerary rings worn on the same hand, both engraved with different family names.
Ink-black prayer marks tattooed under his left ear and along the inside of his wrist.
Voice
“Velvet low tenor with a river roughness, careful diction, and an almost imperceptible tremor when speaking a brother's name.”
Clothing
A charcoal travel coat lined with faded blue velvet, a stitched funerary sash with silver thread, ash-grey gloves with the fingertips cut away, sturdy river boots, and a narrow satchel full of candles, chalk, grave tokens, and folded letters.
Body Language
He stands with one shoulder slightly forward, as though shielding an invisible mourner beside him. His fingers are almost always busy, either turning a coin, smoothing a sleeve, or tracing sigils in the air. When listening, he tilts his head like a priest hearing confession, and when threatened, he becomes very still except for the lantern swinging once at his hip.
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