Maysara Eiriksdottir
Sorcerer
Maysara Eiriksdottir
Species
Tiefling
Appearance
A slender, wiry tiefling woman with a dancer's balance and a street thief's economical movements. Her smooth black-gray skin carries a muted violet undertone that warms to plum around her elbows, cheekbones, and knuckles. She has a narrow, elegant face, red lips, faintly flushed cheeks, large blood-red eyes flecked with copper, pointed catlike ears, and two very short black conical horns rising from her forehead. Tiny white fangs show whenever she smiles. Black hair is cropped close at the sides, while uneven wisps fall over the crown as if cut with a kitchen knife. Almost invisible black dragonlike scales pattern the back of her neck and shoulders, catching the light only when she turns. Her figure is compact and curving, with a full chest that contrasts oddly with her otherwise angular, boyish silhouette. She stands with playful upright poise and tilts her head as if every conversation is a private joke, yet her hands remain perfectly still when she is frightened. She leaves behind an impression of warm sunlight, soot, and something just about to go wrong.
“Quick, musical, and carefully enunciated, with a frontier cadence softened by old caravan phrases. Her jokes land lightly, but her threats are spoken in a calm near-whisper.”
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Distinguishing Features
Two unusually short black horns, almost hidden by her uneven hair.
Copper flecks in her blood-red eyes that brighten near open flame.
Nearly invisible black scales along the back of her neck and shoulders.
A pale burn scar shaped like a crescent beneath her left collarbone.
A silver bracelet that grows warm whenever someone nearby knowingly breaks a promise.
Voice
“A warm contralto with a teasing edge, quick enough to sound breathless when excited and low enough to make a simple promise feel perilous.”
Clothing
A cream blouse with rolled sleeves, charcoal trousers tucked into polished leather ankle boots, and a vibrant plum duster with no visible pockets. A silver-gray bracelet circles her left wrist. Her clean fingers bear one simple silver ring. She carries a thin wooden wand scarred by an old scorch mark.
Body Language
She keeps one shoulder angled toward the nearest exit and often balances on the balls of her feet. Her head cocks in an alluring, inquisitive manner, but her fingers become rigidly motionless when she is lying. When relaxed, she rolls her wooden wand across her knuckles like a coin.
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