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Tamsin Vale

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Wizard, custom Order of Seals tradition

Tamsin Vale

Level 10·Female·Small
Lawful Neutral

Species

Gnome

Appearance

Tamsin is a small, iron-spined gnome with a face that looks carved from pale river clay, narrow at the chin and heavily lined around the mouth. Her movements are economical and nearly silent, but when she turns suddenly, her coat, keys, and map tubes swing after her a heartbeat late, making her seem briefly out of step with the world. Her hands are broad-knuckled and permanently stained with blue survey ink. She has the unsettling habit of standing perfectly still while everyone else fidgets. The unexpected contradiction is her smile, which is warm, crooked, and genuinely fond when she sees someone handling a tool properly.

Height3 feet 8 inches
BuildCompact and wiry, with the dense musculature of someone accustomed to climbing ladders, hauling ropes, and bracing collapsing stone.
EyesOne hazel eye and one clouded blue eye behind mismatched brass spectacles
HairIron-gray hair braided into four tight cords, each threaded with copper wire and small stone beads
SkinWarm clay-pale skin with a faint gray undertone and freckles like rust around the nose

Precise, low, and unhurried. She speaks in short clauses, pauses before names, and becomes quieter rather than louder when furious.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
16+3
CON
14+2
INT
18+4
WIS
14+2
CHA
12+1

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilLawful Neutral

Distinguishing Features

A copper casualty tally hangs from her belt, each notch engraved with a name or identifying mark.

Her left ear is slightly folded from the Ashfall collapse and bears a tiny brass splint.

Her fingernails are permanently blue from survey ink.

One lens of her brass spectacles is clear, while the other is made from smoky glass that shows faint moving lines.

A thin scar circles her neck where an emergency rope burned through her collar.

Voice

A dry, level contralto with a faint rasp, like a file drawn across brass. When she is affectionate, the rasp disappears. When she is frightened, every word becomes perfectly articulated.

Clothing

A charcoal surveyor's coat reinforced with overlapping leather scales, a rust-red scarf tucked close to the throat, reinforced work trousers, soft climbing boots, and a harness crowded with chalk, wedges, measuring cords, lock picks, and labeled keys. Her coat lining is stitched with tiny route symbols visible only when it flares open.

Body Language

Tamsin keeps her shoulders squared and her chin slightly lowered, as if listening to a distant mechanism. She touches the tally at her belt whenever someone mentions sacrifice. Under stress, she presses her left thumbnail into the center of her palm until it reddens.

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