Tabil Inwafi ibn Yazid al-Hawah, or just Tabil to friends, is a human man of Qadiran descent, lean and sun-kissed, with long hair and a full beard threaded with grey. A pronounced widow’s peak gives his face a sharp, hawk-like cast, tempered by age into something contemplative rather than severe. His expression often settles into open curiosity, eyes attentive and assessing, as though constantly weighing observations against quiet questions.
He wears layered white academic garbs, practical and well maintained, their sun-bleached fabric showing careful repair. The style marks him as a scholar rather than a priest or noble. A single dagger rests unobtrusively at his side, carried as a precaution, while a bow lies across his back. Several scroll cases hang from his pack, hinting at a life spent among texts, formulae, and recorded observations.
His manner is calm and approachable, shaped by years of occult study, trade in magical curios, and formal training in medicine. He listens closely, asking questions that seem casual but are carefully chosen, whether probing for truth or assessing physical and mental condition. His gaze lingers on posture, breathing, and subtle signs of strain as readily as it does on sigils or symbols, betraying a healer’s habit of diagnosis beneath a scholar’s curiosity.
Though he prefers intellect and preparation to force, he carries himself with quiet readiness. He moves with measured economy and unconsciously positions himself to maintain awareness of his surroundings. Tabil does not react to danger with alarm. Instead, his composure deepens and his focus sharpens, as if threat is simply another problem to be examined, understood, and, if possible, mitigated rather than met head-on.
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