Orven Caerwyn
Planar Warden
Orven Caerwyn
Species
Human, Returned
Appearance
Orven looks like a young man who has learned to carry himself as though every room might collapse. He moves with quiet, measured precision, placing each foot as if testing invisible ice. His face is narrow and gentle, with a small cleft in his chin and a permanently softened expression around the mouth. His hands are callused like a laborer's, but his fingers move with the delicate care of a jeweler. He gives the impression of warmth at first, yet standing near him feels faintly like standing beside an open grave. The contradictory detail is his smile: it is sincere, disarming, and completely at odds with the cold silver light that sometimes leaks from beneath his skin.
“His voice is low, clear, and gently textured, with a faint Caerish lilt. He speaks slowly when comforting someone and rapidly when explaining magic.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin silver line runs from his left temple to the corner of his mouth, glowing when he uses planar magic.
His left palm bears a tiny black doorway-shaped scar that never tans or heals.
He wears a brass wedding ring on a cord around his neck, though he has never been married in this world.
His shadow sometimes turns its head a moment after he does.
His reflection appears several years older when viewed in still water.
Voice
“A soft young man's voice with a low register, faintly musical consonants, and a tired warmth that becomes razor-sharp when issuing a command.”
Clothing
A moss-green wool coat reinforced with thin plates of white metal, a high-collared linen shirt, dark trousers tucked into river boots, and a faded blue scarf knitted by his sister. A belt of small glass vials hangs at his waist, each containing a different color of captured magical light.
Body Language
Orven keeps his shoulders relaxed but his weight balanced over the balls of his feet. He touches two fingers to his sternum when lying, tilts his head toward distant sounds before answering, and turns his palms upward when asking for trust. When truly angry, he becomes almost motionless.
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