Tarquin

Petite non-binary tiefling in patched motley, horns braided with ribbons and tiny jeweled bells. Ember-gold eyes, dusky skin, crescent tail tucked in a sash that hides a slender dagger. Bright, bell-like laugh cloaks a razor wit; jests to pry buried truths.

Raised among traveling players after being left in a rain-slick alley, Tarquin apprenticed to a disgraced court fool. She learned to hide steel beneath song and trade laughter for whispers. Exiled for revealing a lord’s plot, she now roams courts and taverns collecting secrets.

Bright, ringing laughter that hides a razor wit. Plays fool to unmask lies; uses jokes as probes and barbs. Warm to commoners, scornful of pomp. Curious, observant, and secretive—trust must be earned. Loyal to those she chooses, dangerous to those she mocks.

High, bell-tinged laugh; quick, sing-song cadence. Clever quips and barbed asides. Warm, conspiratorial with commoners; syrupy, mocking politeness for nobles. Hides steel in a low, sharp hush when serious. Punctuates jokes with theatrical flourishes and clipped wit.