Nari Veshet is a seasoned Fang of the Scarlet Jackals—a messenger, spy, and conduit of veiled threats and whispered deals. Though not high-ranking, she has made herself indispensable by navigating the city’s labyrinthine underbelly with precision and charm. She once helped
Tavo "Half-Tail" escape under dire circumstances, and since then, she appears when least expected—offering favours, calling in debts, or nudging Tavo toward dangerous choices.
Physical Description
Nari Veshet is a lithe woman in her mid-thirties with the poise of someone who slips through cracks rather than opens doors. Her movements are fluid, calculated, and always a step too quiet. Her bronze eyes shimmer with a sly intelligence, though a faint burn scar curls around her left temple—a souvenir from a past betrayal. Her voice carries warmth, but it's ever hushed, as if secrets linger behind every word. Nari wears flowing crimson and ash-grey silks layered for quick concealment, always paired with one of her hand-painted jackal masks—never the same twice. Her scent is a mix of old myrrh and fire-smoke, and her left wrist bears a faint, fading tattoo of a red jackal paw.
Wants and Needs
Nari wants one thing: freedom—from the debts she owes, the names she’s burned, and the whispering chains of the Scarlet Jackals. To gain it, she quietly builds a web of debt and favour, gathering those who might one day help her vanish without a trace. What she truly needs, though, are allies who won’t use her the way every Tooth and Broker before her has. Beneath the charming mask, she longs for someone to believe in her without suspicion—and she hasn’t found that yet.
Secret or Obstacle
Nari was born of a forbidden affair between a noble heir of House Tazenir and a festival dancer. Though officially erased from record, the Red Jackal knows who she is—and reminds her when it’s convenient. Compounding her silence is a literal one: during a Jackal punishment years ago, her tongue was partially burned for lying to a higher-ranked Tooth. Certain words physically pain her to speak, and though she masks it well, long conversations leave her with a raw throat and bleeding silence.
Carrying
She travels light but precisely. A curved dagger with a jackal-head coin embedded in the hilt hangs at her side, used for carving messages and cutting deals—sometimes both. Tucked into a sash is a slim, wax-sealed vial of burnt ash letters, bearing the symbol of the Triad. She carries several delicate masks in a silk pouch, each enchanted with minor glamours, and a cracked whisper-shell: a rare magical device that can replay a single whispered message. Her most dangerous possession is an encrypted courier ledger, with one page violently torn—possibly where the player character’s name once was.
