Sava Dregsz
Paladin
Sava Dregsz
Species
Human
Appearance
A young woman with light bronze skin weathered by hard travel rather than pampered by rank. Her face is clear and youthful, but her stillness makes her seem older when she listens. She stands with her weight slightly forward, left shoulder angled toward danger, and moves with the careful economy of someone accustomed to riding through crowded streets in armor. Her dark hazel eyes are flecked with amber and seem warmer when she is furious. Her many narrow black braids are tied with russet thread, though several have come loose around her temples. The unexpected detail is her hands: soft-palmed and meticulously clean despite the dust on her boots, with ink stains around the nails from copying names of displaced families. She leaves an impression of controlled warmth, like a banked hearth behind a locked iron door.
“Measured and direct, with a faint border cadence that gives her consonants a clipped, deliberate weight. She rarely raises her voice.”
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Distinguishing Features
Many narrow black braids tied with russet thread, with several loose strands that she repeatedly tucks behind one ear.
Dark hazel eyes with amber flecks that become prominent in warm light.
A battered steel shield marked with an abstract sheaf of wheat rather than a family crest.
A gold signet hidden beneath her collar, worn on a chain instead of a finger.
An unusually forward, protective stance that makes her look as if she is always about to step between danger and someone else.
Ink-stained nails and immaculate palms, an odd contrast to her travel-worn clothing.
Voice
“A low, clear alto with a restrained rasp from dust, cold air, and too many nights spent giving instructions over frightened crowds.”
Clothing
A finely tailored russet riding coat with antique-gold piping over a cream linen shirt, fitted brown trousers, polished riding boots, and a saffron-lined travel cloak. Everything is subtly dust-stained but carefully repaired. A fine gold chain disappears beneath her collar, carrying a hidden signet. Her battered steel shield bears only an abstract sheaf of wheat.
Body Language
Sava keeps her shield slightly raised even during civil conversation, not threateningly but as if protection were her natural resting posture. She inclines her head when listening, rarely blinks during a lie, and touches the gold chain beneath her collar whenever family is mentioned. In moments of private fear, she presses her thumb against the shield's wheat symbol until the knuckle pales.
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