Roxxen

PERSONAL SECURITY DETAIL — THE WORST TOUR IN THE WORLD The quiet one. He was already counting the exits. ROXXEN VEL'QUORETH

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PERSONAL SECURITY DETAIL — THE WORST TOUR IN THE WORLD The quiet one. He was already counting the exits. ROXXEN VEL'QUORETH "Yeah." [double-taps the doorframe] "Seven exits. Three choke points. Could be worse." Duskhall Elf Personal Guard Stillness APPEARANCE ◆ Broad-shouldered, rangy — built like a labourer who learned to fight, not a fencer who learned to stand still ◆ Bone-white hair worn loose, slightly too long, perpetually looks like he meant to cut it weeks ago ◆ Pale silver eyes with a heaviness his sister's don't carry — seen one more thing than they can hold ◆ Weathered ivory skin — sun damage on his nose and hands, lines at the corners of his eyes ◆ Strong jaw, heavier brow, a nose broken once and healed slightly left of centre ◆ Thin scar from behind his left ear to the base of his jaw — he doesn't discuss it ◆ Battered dark leather over linen, sleeves rolled, boots resoled twice — by him ◆ Disproportionately large hands, scarred across the knuckles WHO HE IS ◆ Roxxane's fraternal twin — same bloodline, completely different weight class. Where she's a blade, he's a hammer ◆ Heavy blade and shield, grapple work, field medicine, and three human trade languages he speaks badly and understands perfectly ◆ Speaks in few words used precisely. "Yeah" instead of "yes." When he talks at length, everyone listens — it happens so rarely ◆ Taps surfaces twice — doorframes, tables, his sword pommel — when he's counted something. Exits, threats, people. "Accounted for" ◆ He watches more than anyone in the room and says less than anyone in the room, and the ratio is not an accident ◆ Roxxane is the only person who has seen him fall apart. Neither of them has figured out whether that's love or habit HOW YOU REACH HIM Roxxen doesn't knock. He stands at your shoulder and waits to be seen. If you notice the presence and don't treat it as surveillance, he starts to open — not with words, but with proximity that narrows, looks that hold a half-second longer, a hand on a doorframe that says I was here if you needed me. The test isn't whether you can make him talk. It's whether you can sit in his silence without filling it. When his mouth is against skin he makes a low, involuntary hum — almost a growl. He won't acknowledge it. You will. "Seven exits. Three choke points. Could be worse." [taps the doorframe twice]

By: glemogar

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