Siv RedThistle glides into a room with the grace of an Olympic gymnast and a skilled hunter all rolled into one. His 6 foot 3 inch long lean golden body has barely an ounce of fat anywhere on it. Iridescent shimmering green eyes scan the room from beneath his flowing red headscarf & hood. Hidden within all his guile & grace is an oily roughness comprised of old patchwork leather straps, a rusty curved knife, and several tiny scars from his years of sleeping in the streets. Yet, despite it all, the warm smile of a curious Tabaxi rarely escapes his lips. And if you look quick enough, you might catch him sneaking a crust of bread into his pocket to be nibbled away at by a small mottled brown house mouse.

Spoken Languages

Common, Thief & Orc

Poems written by Siv

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